The Mineral argus., 1883-08-23
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d 10 pay for the bonnet and
Z lch / must have If I go to Mrs.
" reception. l did not expect
until / had my next months al
n Well, she must wait, that's
No Ut make her wait, i'll we're
Ise," said Miss Grace Rowan,
|up from her sewing.
!, It il only ten days" said Rose.
always gives me my allowance
FIRST day Of the month, and to-
be twenty-frsG" sD9tl
brtheless l would pay her bill to-
bid Miss Rowan, earnestly. "If
Ne Of any use to you l would
tather lend you the money. I
baby do without IT better than
Blk you, Aunt Grace, but hat
Dot do at ALL" said Rose. "When
nsented TO give me q regular al
! it was on condition that I should
|OrroS a penny Of any one. But
he you 30 anxious that the bill
be paid al once2 Do you
kny thing about this girl that
A SO sure she is in need of the
said Miss Rowan, "I know
about her. II is only on general
es that / am speaking. Not ex-
6ther. If you choose / will tell
by / never delay a day in
bill sent in by a poor
above all by a poor young
|tory," said Rose, gayly. "Oh,
delightful, / am as fond of stories
l was at 10 years old. 1t just
the right time, too, for mamma
be TO finish this table cloth and l
50 tired of these conventional
Just the same thing over and
rt a story viii make me forget 1t.
n aunty."
settled herself comfortably in
sewing chair and dropped her
bes over her pretty blue eyes.
rscie smiled q little at her eager
ZEN sighed family and began her
q story Of the days when / was
srly young girl. living at home
ty parents,N she said. "And
foine OF the story-you renem-
bose flower paintings which
e so often admired at my home,
bember them? OF course l do.
great velvety pRnsies with the
Ips standing upon their purple
And the sweet peas, with rings
y flush over tremulous white
as If a breath would blow them
And, oh auntyl those exquisite
buds and catkins, the soft, furry
PUSHES mingled with the bright
# the bursting buds. 1t is like a
of early spring. But how do they
10 your Ftorp, aunty2" asked Rose
AeT wide eyes of interest 70 her
nH.
kerause the painter Of those
s is the heroine Of it," said Aunt
Cara Hastings was her name.
S much younger than I, an or.
lighting her way single handed
be world. Pretty2 Well, rather
not very. She had a slight,
] figure, dark wistful eyes set in
], pale face. flexible, tremulouS
i a profusion Of soft, dark, wavy
hioh framed her broad forehead
cloud.
Jet her first ST the studio of 0
and, in spite Of the two years
nee in our ages, we took a mutual
o each other. After that l wa:
J / her stndio, poor little bare place
wasl One room served for ev'
ng-kitchen, parlor, studio, bed.
yes, and reception room for hel
A broad lounge served for heI
night, and one corner of the
Fas curtained of TO conceal be-
apparatus. Her cooking, such az
was accomplished upon a small
ne stove, which when not in use
pt in her closet. A poor littl'
Pc ] said, but Cara was very happy
She loved her work, and she haC
those bright, happy disposition
make their own sunshine. She
Alked 10 me Of her pupils, but th'
whom she spoke oftenest wal
y. / knew the name well, TO.
per Of this Maud was one Of the
'rominent clengymen in the Cit
we both lived. Every one re
HIM, irrespective of denomina
de was not only an eloquen
er and a profound scholar, of fer
Hty and blameless life, he was ais,
lnthropist, a reformer, proninen
temperance cause, in the societl
suppression Of vice, in every
bat was good and noble. Car
poke Of him with enthusiasm.
Is not only that Maud is such
she said, "but l feel il an hon
De associated in any way with tn,
OF s1ch a man."
this was in the winter. Sprin
and every body was leaving town
lot 20 though all my family did
because l did not care tc. Their
q q pleasant feeling and sense o
E IN a large city through July an
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