Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1883-10-24
AT UNCLE PAUL'S.

AL UNCLE PAULT.
"There," said Juliet Garland, impa-
tiently, 81 can't wear these kid gloves
again by any possibility. They've
been once to the cleaners, and I've
done them myself twice with bread
crumbsw
She sat in the deep Window-seat, her
bright hair streaked with morning sun
shine, her blue eyes sparkling with
veXatiOn, while a pair Of very much
demoraliZcd kid gloves, OF the palest
primrose tint, lay in her lap.
And Dora her youn 5cr sister, look
ed listlcssly up from the pile Of music
she was turning oyer--an ,ther of the
bright blonde blossoms of humanity.
"Why don't you get Yourself IL new
pair" said she. "Oh, dear. There
isn't a song here that is not Il hnnllre |
years old. Juanita, Her bright
smile, Beautiful dajses,' and all that
sort Of thing, Rosie mist get some
thing that isn't coeyaI with tho ark.
How is a girl to"
"Why don't get myself another
pair" sharply cro5s-questioned Juliet,
'Bccause | haven't any money--that
is the reason
"It's so dreadful tohe poorw sighed
plump, pretty Dora. contemplating
her pink ingcr-tilS; and at the same
moment Mrs. 1empleton, the married
blonde of the family, came in with Il
worn look upon her face.
"More bills" said She ooh, girls,
what will Frank say? Stefani has act
ually had the havlihood to charge
Seventy-fye dollars for that little
lunch we gave to Mrs. Atwood and
her son. And Madame Cherim0nt's S
account is eighty-nine, and I'm posi-
lively afraid TO open the florists BILL"
Then its no use asking for more
kid gloves at present. said Juliet, dis
consolately,
"Nor music" added Dora, with a
Shrug Of her shoulders
Mrs. TempletOn burst into tears.
81 declare" said she, "I'm discour-
aged. And you girls are always teas
ing for something or other, and Frank
is 50 cross whenever we exceed the
regular allowanccw
"Crying will do no good" said Dora,
who was evidently the philosopher of
the family. But what is that letter
in your lap, Rosie?'
"Oh, THAR said Mrs. Templcton, "ls
from Uncle Paul. | declare, Stefani's
bill upset me so that forgot all about
it. lie wants one of you girls to come
up to the Maine Camp and keep house
for him. It's somewhere on the line
Of the Rangeley Lakes. | believe.
Owls and whip-poor,wills thrown in.
Come, girls, which Of you Will volun-
teer?"
Juliet gave little shrek of dismay.
Dora elevated her pink, cushiony
hands. But a third sister who had
been silently mending the nounces of Il
pink silk skirt, in an obscure corner,
looked up.
as Uncle Paul really in earnest? 2"
said she. Then I'll CO.
"Gladys" cried all three of tho
others, in different accents of amaze
ment, reproach and incredulity.
Gladys Garland rose up. flung aside
the soft pillows of PINK silk that cum
bered her lap, and came out into the
light. OF all the sisters, she was per-
haps the loveliest and the most deter
mined.
"Why not?" said she "Do YOU
think | am particularly in love with
this sort of life? declare, there have
been times within the last month when
Eve felt inclined to 60 for q servant
maid. or look up situation as factory
hand Just consider, girls-.the dress
| wear isn't paid for; the millner is
always sending her girl around with
bills. | can't 60 on this street nor on
that, for fear Of meeting some one who
will ask me for the money that |
honestly owe them. Rosie, like
darling that she is, keeps giving
parties and lunches and morning
musicales, to try and get us well
married. Frank, poor fellow, is work.
ing beyond his strength, to give his
wife's sisters fair chance; but it isn't
bit Of use. See how we all hang
fire. Now don't know about Julie
and Dora, hut ], for one, am tired of
being put up in the worlds window,
For salev Yes, I'll 60 to Uncle Paul
"But," gasped Mrs. Templeton,
"what will society say?"
"What it pleases,' Gladys answered.
"Socioty don't settle my boot-b.ll, nor
provide me with poclet-money.'
"Gladys," said Juliet, ren,ou5tratiu :.
". 81 think you are crazyw