The Penn's Grove record., 1884-03-01

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tlently, Il 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-crumbsl'
She sat in the deep window seat, her
bright hair streaked with morning sun
shine, her blue eyes sparkling with veX-
alton, while a pair II very much de-
moralized kid gloves, of the palest prim-
rose tint, lay in her lap.
And Dora, her younger sister, looked
listlessly up from the pile of music she
was turning over-another of the bright
blonde blossoms of humanity.
why don't you get yourself a new
pair?n said she. "Oh, dearl There
isn't a song here that is not a hundred
years old. 'Juanita.' Her bright
SMILE Beautiful daisies and all that
sort af thing. Rosie must get some
thing that isn't coeval with the ark.
How Is a girl to"
"Why don't L get myself another
pair?'' sharply cross-questioned Juliet.
because l haven't any money-that is
the reasonl'
cts so dreadful to be poorl' sighed
plump, pretty Dora. contemplating her
| pink finger-tips; and at the same mo-
ment Mrs. Templeton, the married
blonde of the family, came in with a
worn look upon her face. : ,
More bills" SAID she. sob, girls
what will Frank say? Stefani has act
pally had the hardihood u charge
s~eventy-fve dollars for that littlefunch
we gave to Mrs. Atwood and her son.
And Madame Cherimont's account is
eighty-nine, and I'm positively afraid
to open the florists BILL"
"Then it's 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 so cross whenever we exceed the reg
ular allowance"
"Crying will do no good" said Dora,
who was evidently the philosopher of
the family. "But what is that letter in
your lap, RosieP"
ooh, thatl'' said Mrs. Tempieton, sis
from Uncle Paul. l declare, Stefani'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 OF the line of
the Rangeley Lakes. l believe owls
and whip-poor-wills thrown in. Come,
girls, which of you will volunteer"
Juliet gave a little shrek of dismay.
Dora elevated her pink, cushiony hands.
But a third sister who had been silently
mendingthe iounces of a pink silk skirt,
in an obscure corner looked up.
els Uncle Paul really in earnest?''
said she. 'Then III gO.'
"Gladysl" 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 the
hight. 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 life2 l declare, there have
been times within the last month when
I've felt inclined to go for a servant,
maid, or look up a situation as factory
hand. Just consider, girls-the dress
| wear isn't paid for; the milliner is
always sending her girl around with
bills. 1 can't go on this street nor on
that, for fear of meeting some one who
will ask Inc for the money that l hon.
estly owe them. Rosie, like a darling
that she is, keeps giving parties and
lunches and morning musicales, to try
and get Is well married. Frank, poor
fellow, is working beyond his strength.
to give his wife's sisters a fair chance;
but it isn't a bit of use. See how we
all hang fire. Now | don't know about
Julie and Dora, but l, for one, am tired
of being put up IN the worlds window.
For sale!' Yes, III go to Uncle Pau"
But" gasped Mrs, Templeton,
"what Will society say?"
"What it pleases," Gladys answered.
"Society don't settle my boot-bill, nor
provide me with pocket-money."
"Gladys," said Juliet, demonstrating
ly, 81 think you are crazyl'
Because l am e~manclpating myself
from slavery? But you know, Julie,
cannot see where all this is to end"
"What will Mr.. Mandevilis say2"
demurely questioned Dora, with a sly,
sidelong glance at her sister.
He will say" Gladys stoutly answer
ed, ''that there is one fortune-hunter
the less in the ranks"
Nidu9o, NJ" Yah yuu spcdh 50
eoarsely?" said Juliet. not without in
dignation.
SIS it coarse?" said Gladys. ut is
the simple truth. Mr.. Vaudeville is
very handsome and agreeable, but l
don't think he will miss me after the
first evening or two. Oh, there are too
many Peris in this Paradise! And poor,
good, patient Frank, he will have one
less to provide for, Eyes, III go with
Uncle Paul"