The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-10-08
INTERESTING STORY.
GRAND-AUNT GARRAWAY.

UhANU-AUNT UARRA WAY.
To my Grand-aunt Garaway's !" said
Phoebe, bursting into tears. up in the
Catskill, where one never hears -anything
but tree-toads and whippoor-wills, and the
grass grows in the middle of the road, and
there isn't wagon goes past, unless you
count the hay carts and the daily stage p
& Horrible !" said Miss Parks, the sewing
woman. 1
" I'd as soon be buried alive" sobbed
Phoebe
never heard anything so cruel in all
my iife!f said Jemima, the maid. of-all-
work. mot even in the last number of
! Ferdinetta. the Forsaken,' where the poor
heroine is forbidden to-"
Do hold your tongue, Jemima, and get
about your work !" said Phoebe, sharply.
Who asked you to interfere Mamma will
be very angry when she comes in and finds
the parlors are not done up"
And Jemimn skunk away rather discom.
flied.
L I'm sure tFerdinetta the Forsaken ;
never would have spoke to poor help that
way" thought she, with q sniff. "Miss
Phoebe can't be real heroine r'
While Miss Parks remained 20 console
pretty Phoebe Tacson as she helpad 10 pack
the trunk which wero 70 be sent to Grand
aunt Garraway's by express. q s&
And I'm not even to be allowed to bid
him good-by!" walled the forlorn young
damsel. "Oh, don't see how mamma car
he so hard-hearted I"
q Is he very handsome ?" said Miss Parks,
whose life had not known many love affairs.
Exactly like Troubadour |" said
Phoebe, enthusiastically. &c.
"Dear, dear !'rsaid Miss Parks, With a
vague idea of black velvet, guitar and
white-satin sleeve-linings
With melancholy eyes, and a moustache
as black as ink, said Phoebe. "Oh, don't
put my collars in the samo tray with the
French heeled boots, please I"
And what is his business ?" said Miss
Parks.
+" He is here ON private embassy for the
Russian Government" said Phoebe, proud.
ly. But that's just what mamma won't
believe. He says he cannot divulge his
identity without besaying his trust As
soon as his mission is over, he says he will
produce the moot satisfactory explanations ;
but mamma actually believes him to be an
impostor!"
"Oh, dear ~ said Miss Parks.
" You see, mamma isn't q physiognomist,'
said Phoebe, " or she would read truth
plainly inscribed upon his noble brow. The
checked summer.silks next, Miss Parks,
though don't know what use checked sum-
mer-silks will be to me at Grand-aunt Gar
raway's."
But you can write to him every day,
DEAR" soothed Miss Parks.
They will intercept the letters" sighed
Never mind" said Miss Parks, folding
up an India foulard polonaise, the torch
Of love will burn all the brighter for few
brief dissertations"
What dear. comforting creature you
are !" said Phoebe, STOPPING to kiss Miss
Parks knobby forehead.
i, too, have passed through the fiery
ordeal, sighed Miss Parks, returning the
caress, as she packed a cologne-bottle and o
travelling inkstand into the mufiiing, folds
OF red Shetland shawl. -
So Phoebe Tacson was sent to Grand.
aunt Garraway's, at the foot OF High Peak,
to get her out of the way of Mr.. Middleton
De Motto.
She was little disappointed that the
snug Queen Anne cottage was not more
dungeon-like, and that the solitary noun
tain-path turned out to be well-traveled
turnpike. She had made up her mind to
thorough martyrdom; and Mrs. Garraway,
instead of being a hook-nosed old crone,
with Q, gold headed cane and temper, was
a cheerful old lady, whose checks we're
tinted with fresh bloom, Hike winter-apple,
and who wore black silk dress with lace
ruffies. f#ftfk3 VIZ
The parlor floor was covered with real
Turkey rug there was cabinet of old
china in the corner little mnid in O white
cap waited at the table; and Grand-aunt
Garraway's jewel-oase was marvel to be-
hold.
The old lady had travelled in Europe,
read all the newest books, and drove little
basket-ph@ton with fat, dappled pony,
and, to Phobe's surprise, she was eminently
sympathetic. AF@s az -
Dear aunty," said the girl, 81 never
dreamed you were as nice as this !"
well, my denr, said Grand-aunt Gar
rGway, 81 have been young myself, and ]
don't believe in putting too much constraint
upon the heart "-(here Phoebe jumped up
and kissed herr" 30, when 1 got your
mothers letter, thought the whole matter
over. If you really believe you can't live
without this young man"
Darling aunty !" faltered Phoebe, 81 may
I tell you secret ?"
Confide entirely in me, my child" said
Grand-aunt Garraway, patting her check
"Well, then, he met me under the apple
trees last night confessed Phoebe, ".by tina
light Of the moonl"
you've written, TO him, then 2" said
Grand-aunt Garraway, with o shrewd
twinkle in her hazel eyes.
Y-yes,p owned Phoebe. 81 told him Il
was unlike anything that had anticipated.
described your pretty furniture and choice
china, and the solid silver tsalaervics, With
the Garraway monogram on it, and your set
Of amethysts, and he came only the earliest
train"
"Oh, he did ?" sud Grand-aunt Or
raway.