Roseburg review. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 1885-1920, 1885-03-27

head.
Meanwhile they were running up the
attic stairs and through the center of
the attic. skirt;ng the massive chim-
ness. each one of which could almost
have held In its interior seaside cot
tage.
The atties were large and high. as
the attics el such house should be,
but although iolerably well lighted,
were rich III those deep. dark, shadowy
corners and reeesses, whose ghostiy
su ggest oas make le 5 flesh creep
There was one part cularly dark re-
cess where the low attic of the west
wing debonched into the main attic.
into VIII I'll Mariory suddenly disap-
peared and shortly emerged, her hair
testooned with dusty cobwebs. and her
eyes bl hiking as tho se of an owl sud-
denl, launched into the sunlight might
do. She WA dragging small black
trllak by it+ b ass handle, said trunk
beng as colwebby as her head, and
mouldy WITH the mould of ages appar-
emily.
That is what | call second-sight, z
she sa d. sw ng ng it around w w.th the
VA R1A SliASsE
smaSher. Il d,d not know this thing
was there never hear of it before. and
should have sa d had explored every
inch of til enchanted land
The girls looked att 1t was brass
bound and fastened bv solid hook
of brlss. She touched the hook and
the cover flew up, disclo ing a
mass of papers. The three sighea sim
ultaneoHsly They had hoped for
someth lg more precious, more start
ling;--sa br Gle 5 trousseau, perhaps,
fragrant v til age and altar Of rose q
service OF unique silver or even "a
casket of pearls would not have SUR
prised. but merely satisfied them.
'sAh. if it had only been skeleton
sighed Mariory. '.It's big enough for
small GineYra::a aud she took up a
thin flat book which lay on the top and
opened it. On the blank page was
VIZ tten Molly st. Leger. Her album =
A yellow paper fastened w th faded
blue ribbon dropped from between the
leaves of the album. Mar.ory loosed
the ribbon and sclosed a. folded sheet,
And who is this Molly st. Leger who
had an album in 1865. and who re-
ceiyed yaleatines in 1865? For as true
as YOU I've, girls, this is Il genu ne val
entine. one hundred and ten years old
if it is day, with cup:ds and hearts
and two doves a-cooing. On, what a
jolly find for a rainy day! It's like
reading page of Walter Scott, SAID
Mariory, who BY this time you know as
dear lover of romance.
Girls girls. and so you've found it
ut last, crel out CHEEKY voice at
their elbows. Every descendant OF
Molly ST. Legefs has to find that trunk
sometime and hear her story. But no
body ever finds it til the right time
eomes. though it may be under their
very noses.
e.Her story! and who's to tell us, /
should Ike to know9" .queried Trix.
Il am, promptly replied aunt Pene-
lope, land right here. Time andplace
couldn' be better. =
..WoHldn. it be more comfortable by
the hall tire?' timidly suggested Sue,
who is kittenish in her tastes, and likes
to curl up and purr in cosey corner.
But the others. aunt Pen included,
secuted the prosaic suggestion.
''Oh, no; I ght here, with the beating
rain just above our heads It's delici-
ousr' murmnred Trix, stretching her
self on Il discarded rug, with her head
on Ajax shaggy sides. Marjory hay
ing sat down in huge chair Will
spidery legs which instantly collapsed
lay back comfortably among the ruin.
while aunt Pen began:
{1tmay as well be explained here tha
Fa ryiew is richer in that species O
wealth which pertains to attics. thar
most of even very old family mansions
For after the Boston FIRE of 1871 many
ancient relics were transported thithel
for safety, not only tho e belonging tt
Molly St. Leger's direct descendants
but also heirlooms of families int
which those descendants had married.
..Molly st. Leger was not nativ,
born American citizen. She was bori
and lived in delightful old castle ii
| England castle that would do you
heart good just TO see, Marjory, will
| real battleInents and turret chambe
-Molly's own-the very one from
| which she fled, not with. but to our an
cestor, Abram Hunt. ] saw it all las
| year when I was in England-the oil
| garden with its box two hundred year
old, cut INTO all sorts of queer shapes
/ peacocks. Greek vases. and. maids-of
honor, and its fish-pond with moldy
backed carp as old as the time o
William the Conqueror, for aught
knew. The st. Legers came over witt
] William and are to this day as dis
tinetiyely French in feature as in name
! Molly's portrait shows her to hav
been brunette. with black eyes. Sh
! was small and slight, with rosy cheeks
/ and you look like her, Trix.
.Molly mother d.ed when she wa
baby. and she was brought up unde
the supervision Of her fathers sister
4 dowager Lady Dunbarton, as uncom
prom ng i Tory as her father, an
unbending in her views on all socia
! matters Molly's earliest playmat
i was Abraln Hunt the fifth son of job
Hant, who he'd the nearest living an
who, almost as poor as Anthony TroI
lope Mr.. Crawley. found great diff
Guilty in providing for so many sons
and Abram was destined to trade.
4 The rigid Lady Dunbarton made n
objection t the childish intimacy bt
tween Molly aud Abram, never dream
ing that St. Leger could SO far forge
4 her rank "a to form an attachment fo
any one in a lower STATE on. aud thu
i Molly should fancy herself in love wit
a Young man destined to trade, was
supposition fit to cause the St. Leger
who had hithe TO slept peaceably
the churehyard precincts. to rise frol
D their graves.
but the fatal discovery was final
made and MOLLY was forthwith shut u
in her turret chamber and ordered /
, forget Abram instantly. She ws
further informed that she could M
. leave her turret til Abram was fair