The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1884-02-02
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BY ELLEN FORREST GRAVES.

BY ELLEN FORREST GRAVES.
"There," said Juliet Garland, i'm
patiently, 81 can't wear these kid
gloves again by any possibility. They
have been once to the cleaners, and
I've done them myself twice with bread
crumbs !"
She sat in the deep window seat, her
bright hair streaked with morning sun
shine, her blue eyes sparkling with
vexation, while pair of very much
demoralized kid gloves of the palest
primrose tint lay in her lap.
And Dora, her youngest sister, look
ed listlessly up from her pile of music
she was TURNING over-another of the
bright blonde blossoms of humanity.
"Why don't you get yourself new
pair?" said she. "Oh, dear! There
isn't song here that is not hundred
years old. sJuanita, 'Her Bright Smiles,
Beautiful Daisies and all that sort of
thing. Rosie must get something that
isn't coeval with the ark. How is a
girl to-
"Why don't 1 get another pair?"
sharply cross-questioned Juliet. "Be-
cause haven't any money-that is the
reason !"
f'It's so dreadful to be poor" sighed
plump, pretty Dora, contemplating her
pink fnger-tips; and at the same time
Mrs. Templeton, the married blonde
of the family, came in with worn
look upon her face.
"More bills" said she. "Oh girls,
what will Frank say? Stefani has act
ually had the hardihood to charge
SIS for that little lunch we gave to
Mrs. Atwood and her Son. And
Madame Cherimont's account is $50,
and 1,oeiti>,e1,, afraid to open the
florists BILL"
"Then it's no use asking for more kid
gloves at present., said Juliet, discon-
solately.
"Nor music" added Dora, with a
shrug of her shoulders.
Mrs. Templeton burst into tears.
81 declare" said she, "1'm discour-
aged. And you girls are always teas
ing for something or other, and Frank
is so cross whenever we exceed the reg
ular allowance!
"Crying will do no good," said Do
ra, who was evidently the philosopher
of the family. sBut what is that let
ter in your lap, Rosie?'
ooh, that" said Mrs. Templeton,
'sis from Uncle Paul. declare, Ste
fani's bill upset me SO that l forgot all
about it. He 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, I believe
Owls and whip-poorwills thrown in
Come, girls, which of you will volun-
teer?''
Juliet gave little shrek of dismay
Dora elevated her pink, cushiony hands.
But third sister who had sat silently
mending the founces of a pink silk
skirt, in an obscure corner, looked up.
els Uncle Paul really in earnest?"
said she. "Then I'll CO."
"Gladys!" cried all three of the
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 tht
light. Of all the sisters she was per
haps the loveliest and the most deter
mined.
"Why not?" said she. "Do yol
think l am particularly in love with
this sort of thing? I declare, there
have been times within the last month
when I've felt inclined to 60 for ser
want maid or look up situation a
factory hand. Just consider, girls, tht
dress 1 wear isn't paid for; the millinel
I, is always sending her girl around witt
bills. I can't 60 on this street nor OF
that for fear of meeting with some one
who will ask me for the money that
honestly owe them. Rosie, like dar
ling that she is, keeps giving parties
and lunches, and morning musicales
to try and get us we'll married. Frank
poor fellow, is working 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
know about Julie and Dora, but TO-
one am tired of being put up in the
worlds window, For Sale?' Yes, I'll g
to Uncle Paul"
sBut," gasped Mrs. Templeton
"what will society say?"
"What it pleases," Gladys answer
ed. "Society don't settle my boot bill
nor provide me with pocket money"
"Gladys," said Juliet, remonstra
tingly, "I think you are crazy"
"Because I am emancipating mysel
from slavery? But do you know, Julie
cannot see where this is so end?"
"What will Mr.. Vaudeville sayP
demurely questioned Dora, with a sly
sidelong glance at her sister.
"He will say" Gladys stoutly an
swered, ''that there is one fortune
hunter the less in the ranks"
"Gladys, how can you speak S
coarsely?" said Juliet, not without in
dignation.
ssIs it coarse?" said Gladys. "It
the simple truth. Mr.. Vaudeville
very handsome and agreeable, but
don't think he will miss me, after tn
first evening or two. Oh, there ar
too many Peris in this paradise. An
poor, good, patient Frank, he wi
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