The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1884-04-26

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They are filled with conserved rose
leaves. Mona Greyton made them
Bess. the second sister. want, me t.
sell them for her Real old porcelain
leaves full Of the subtleSt scents o
Bendemcer. VIII YOU take one at Ter
dollars, Ferdy?"
Then its true" said Houghton.
about their financial troubles
Unfortunately, yes" said Miss Nal
VIVA. Il only wish I could help them
Come, buy the pot-pourri-theres {
good fellow =
It's my last ten-dollar BILL" sad
Ferdinand, "but here it goes Mons
Greyton is an angel. DO you suppose
Miss Mally, she would accept 4 poor
artist like ne, with no particular in
come and nothing to live on?'
Try and see" said Miss Morris.
But I'm not half good enough 70!
her."
possibly" acceded Miss Malyina
"But there are five girls. YOU know,
and nothing to live on
So Ferdinand bought the pot-pourri.
and rode out at once to the manor
house.
Your uncle, sir, wants u see yCd
up at the house. said the groom who
led out his little gray nag.
Il can't stay this morning." said
Houghton. Il am in a hurry"
But it is some very particular bust
ness said the man, running down the
pavement after him.
ooh, hang business - said Hough-
ton, and off he rode.
Mona was in the garden. with a
basket gathering more rose-leaves.
She thought the pot-pourri question
promised favorably.
Clarice was painting desperately
away at Old India ginger jars, up
stairs.
Fenella was writing an advertisement,
''Boarders Wanted" for the paper.
"l'hc house is as big as a hotel
said she. why shouldn't we make
some use of it,"
Mona Greyton listened with smiles
and tears to Ferdinand Houghton's
vehement proposal.
But what could We live upon:' said
she.
"Why, | could paint pictures :" said
this sanguine young wooer. 'I'm sure
to sell them at 4 tearing big price, as
soon as my name becomes little bet
ter known and I'll have your mother
and all the girls to live with us.
"Oh, Ferdinand ~ said Mona. half
laughing, half crying.
And then the young artist knew that
he had not pleaded in vain.
"And its all owing to the pot-pourri
said she, tine sweet, poetrical pot
povrri -
every bit of it," said Ferdinand.
But his uncle listened gravely to the
tale, when the young man came home
late in the moonlight, with his heart
full Of his love affairs.
'Humph :" said Uncle Barlow
"How many pictures did YOU sell dur
ing the past year?'
| Two, sir -
AT how much"
"Seventy-tive dollars each" rcluct-
antly admitted Ferdinand.
"Humph :" again grunted this re-
lentless old Rhadamanthus. And YOU
expect to maintain a wife and her
mother and four sisters. on 4 hundred
and fifty dollars year -
Il shall manage to maintain them in
some way, sir said the unabashed
nephew. "Therc's always TIE Eau
| West, yon know -
Uncle Barlow laughed
Il think | can manage to do better
than that for you, YOU young scamp
said he. If you had turned back thi.
morning when | sent for you, instead
of pelting of, to the manor house, as i
it was a question of life or death, yoJ
would have learned that old Framing,
ham had been overhauled in London
en- route for Van Dieman's Lane
gorged with plumber, like an Ole
leech :"
What, sir, - shouted Ferdinand
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