The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1885-04-18

"And old Mrs, Playford, who spend
a month with us every SUMMER SAT-
Mona, sand the Ridgood girls, VIII
always invite their friends here to th
midsummer picnioa-and nil the peopl
who drive ont from the city 10 lunche
and teas"
1--WE must make CLEARANCE of th,
whole of 'emP' said Fenella, crisply--
'unless, indeed, they would like to max,
business matter of it and pay theil
boardr
"Oh Ienella!' cried Mrs. dreyton,
"Well, why not, mamma? So far a,
L can see, we haven't got money enough
to buy our own bread and butter--sc
how can we afford to order ices, anG
frozen puddings, and BATES DE Fo1E GRAs
for other people? Bat if we had regular
income, l am almost sure, with AIMS
help, that We could set very nice table
for boarders."
Lila looked terrified.
Mamma" said she, "has it come tc
this?"
Besa frowned savagely.
iIilla," said she. ''don't be fool!-
unless you think you would like to
stlrve.'
And while the family were still in
committee of-the-whole, old Mrs. Play
ford's huge, old-fashioned barouche
rumbled up to the door, with Leaning
Tower of Pisa strapped on behind in the
shape of trunks
I'm little earlier than usual, my
sweet girls" said she, with a smile that
revealed the golden hinges of her false
teeth after most ghastly fashion. "But
the season is intolerably hot, and my
doctor declares it would be suicide for
me to remain longer in town. And |
know, darlings, I'm always sure of o
welcome here.!'
Mrs. Greyton was about to reply when
Fenella stepped forward,
'Efhen you haven't heard of itP" said
she. eve are ruined, Mrs. Playford.
Old Mr.. Framingham has spent all our
money and gone to Australia, We can't
entertain company any longer. But if
you would like to board here, at reas-
ouabie compensation, We shall be glad
to receive you, and give you all the COM
forts Of a bGme."
Mrs, Playford's jaw dfoppedi she
turned sickly, putty color.
John, John!' she cried, to the man;
''yoQ needn't unstrap those trunks. I
have 90 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 Greyton), 81 sympatbiza deep
ly with you, but we all know that richt s
have wings, and I never did pnt any
confidence in Mr., Fra mingham as a
business man. SO sorry that things
should have come to such an awkward
complicationW
"There she gOes-tho old hargidanr
said Mona, as The wilhered hand waved
itself from the carriage-window, half
way down the drive, '.She has lived
upon us for six summers, and now she
wouldn't fling one of US 2 penny if We
were staryingp
Old Mrs. Playford was better than an
advertisement in the newspaper. The
Bidgood girls came no more; the city
people kept ssblimely away. The old
adage concerning the flight of rats from
a falling house, came strictly true.
"Rosa Bidgood hasn't even come after
that conserve of rose. e.leayes ! promised
her," said Mona, sadly. "Aud / gave
five dollars for the spices and essential
oils, and dried the jacqueminot and
niel-leaves SO carefully and Claire paint
ed such beautiful butterfly jar for it!'
"Can I have Tho pOt-poprri, MonaT
asked Boss, suddenly.
"Yes, if you want it, answered Mona,
with a shrug of her shoulders. ave
can't eat nor drink dried rose.leayes."
Perhaps we cnn," said BesG to her
self.
And she rumaged ont divers aud sun.
dry rare old porcelain jars and vases
from the family store, 6lled them with
the sweet, strangely-scented mass that
Mona had concocted, aud carried them
quietly to town,
ut smells EXACTLY like Mrs. Greyton's
at the manor house
here" exclaimed Ferdinand Houghton,
as he entered the studio of Miss Nal
yina Norris, a fair feminine sculptor
who had some very original ideas of
her own, and was on "hail.fellow-well
met" terms With ell the other artists of
both sexes.
SSS vac HCANAOt 9O~AB hot pitNiy5 YET
every one liked Miss Morris.
"Well, should think it might" said
she. "Do you see those vine. 4rs on The
shelf"
"Of course do. What are they?"
"They are filled with conserved rose
leaves. Mona Greyton made them.
Bess, the second sister, wants me to sell
them Tor her. Real old porcelain;
leaves fall of the subHest scents of Ben.
demeer VIII you tako one at ten dol.
lars, Ferdy?"
"Then it's true?" said Houghton.
about the ir financial troubles? Un-
yes" said Miss Malyina,
II only wish could help them. Come,
buy the pot-pourri-theTe's good fell
Iow.'
"It's my last ten dollar bill,R said
Ferdinand, "but here goes! Mona Grey
ton is an angel. Do you suppose, Miss
Mnlly, she would accept a poor artist
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