Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1884-03-21

lo"er u flsa strapped on behind in sh
the shape Of trunks,
aim little earlier than usual. my tn
sweet girls said She with a smile to
that revealed the golden hinges of her 50
false teeth afteramost gha,tly fashion. kl
"But the season is mtolerably hot. and al
my doctor decl1res it wouli I've suicide
for met remain longer in town. And Ia
! know, darIings, I'm always sure of a
welcome here h
Mrs Greyton was about to reply.
when Fenella stepped forward. P
1hen you haven't heard of it?'said 7
she. I'VE are ruined Mrs. Playfocd.
Old Mr.. birmingham has spent all our
money and gone to Australia We I
can't entertain company any longer ]
But II you would like to board here, at
a reasonable compensation, we shall be
glad to receive you, and give you all
the comforts Of home"
Mrs Playfords jaw dropped' she
turr ed sickly, putty color.
"6Chn John" she cried, to the man;
"you needn't unstrap those trunks. l
have 50 many friends who are anxious |
for my society, that really am not at |
liberty to accept your very singular
proposition" (to Fenella) "Of course,
Ito Mrs. Greytonl 81 sympathize
deeply with yoo, but we all know that
riches have wings, and Inever did put
any confidence in Mr.. birmingham as
a business man. So sorry that things
should have come to such an awkward
complication"
"There she goes-the old harridan!
said Mona as the withered hand waved
itself from the carriage-window, half
4 way down the drive. "She has lived
anon us for six summers and now she
wouldn't fling one of us penny II we
were stalvingp
Old Mrs. Playford was better than an
advertisement in the newspaper. The
Bidgood girls came no more; the city
people kept sublimely away The ole
adace concerning the flight OF rat
from falling house, came strictly true
"Rosa Bidgood hasn't even com
after that conserve of rose-leayes
promised her." sad Mona, sadl.
"And ! gave five dollars for the spice
aaa essential-oils, and l dried u
iaces ,aminot and niel-leayes so carel'
J =. kr,.e.,e PAINTED ssch beaetii
"C@i ! have the pot-pourri, Mona
asked Bess, suddenly.
"Yes,if you want it, answered Mon
with a shrug of her shoulders. "N
can't eat nor drink dried rose-leaves.
Perhaps we can" said Bess to he
self.
And she rumaged out divers ar
sundry rare old porcelain jars and vas
from the family store, filled them wit
the sweet, strangely-scented mass thi
Mona mad concocted, and carried the
quietly to town.
ut smells exactly like Mrs. Greyton
drawlng-room at the manor hous
here. exclaimed Ferdinand Houghtor
as he entered the studio of Miss Ma
vlna Morris, fair feminine sculpto
who had some very original ideas q
her own, and was on "hail-fellow-wel
met terms with all the other artists q
both sexes.
She was neither young nor pretty
yet every one liked Miss Morris.
"Well, | should think it might" sal,
she. "Do you see those wine jars Oh
the shelf?"
"Of course l do. What are they ?"
They are filled with conserved rose
leaves. Mona Greyton made them
Bess, the second sister, wants me tc
sell them for her. Real old porcelain
leaves full of the subtlest scents of
Bendemeer. VIII you take one at ten
dollars, Ferdy?"
Then it's true?" said Houghton.
About their financial troubles
Unfortunately, yes" said Miss Malvina.
q only wish l could help them. Come,
buy the pot-pourri- there's a good fel-
low~
ITS my last ten-dollar BILL" said
Ferdinand, "but here goesl Mona
Greyton is an angel. DO you suppose
Miss Mally, she would accept poor
artist like me, with no particular III
come and nothing to live on?"
Try it and see, said Miss Morris.
But I'm not half good enough for
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 to see you up
at the house, said the groom who led
out his little gray nag.
81 can't stay this morning." said
Houghton. 81 am in a hurry
But it is some very particular busi-
ness" said the man, running down the
pavement after him.
"Oh, hang businessr said Houghton;
and off he rode.
Mona was in the garden, with bas-
Het gathering more rose-leayes. She
-hought the pot-pourri question prom
sed favorably,
Olarice was painting desperately