The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1885-10-16

SbOVO, buppO9eb DssAo 0AkD' NsA0e, WALL
. sigh OF surrender.
I'm the kitchen. yes and we will go
tomorrow, please. / do not want to
meet every one"
Every one" repeated the pretty
little widow, demurely, defined, any
one-some one-him. I always was
bright at grammar"
II confess only this" said Sousie.
with , sudden glow on her face. II
am afrn. OF becoming cynical.
Mrs Nellie plunged her poker deep
In the GOALS and looked serious.
"Have you no faith in-'every one p"
she asked.
Tonight will show lift is deserved"
said Sousie, turning away.
Is that quite fair? Mrs. Deane
may not impart her news at once. or he
may not he ut home"
He was to call to night"
"Oh-h-h T.
Mrs. Nellie looked wise
~ did not want to wait until
II quite understand" said the fire
disturber. filling the pause blandly.
land shall dress for dinner instead of
packing for a mythical journey"
But servant arrived with mass Of
violets and q note. Miss Sousie read
with head very erect and proud curl
deepening ON her lips.
Miss DENNIS Let these, your
favorite flowers, remind you of one
most unwillingly absent. am called
away on business, and cannot hope to
see you tonight. Yours faithfully,
ROBERT DEANE."
The paper fell to Mrs. Nellie's knees,
and she rested the red hot poker against
her dress while she perused it.
"Of course she told him ct once, said
Sousie. land truly a wise son maketh
glad step-mother.
"Well," said Mrs. Nellie, when the
poker had created some excitement and
and found safer stand, "the Hegira
must be, l suppose; but" and she
looked earnestly into the proud, pale
face opposite, "but. my lady Doubtful,
there is some mistake. Hotwithstand-
ing Mrs. Deane and the potent jingle
of the guinea, Robert Deane is true
man, true us a sunAower."
"""* $3.50 ***~ ""sa
Strawberry Hill was dreary view for
a rainy day. The strawberry tint was
minus even in the sunset. There were
gray clouds, gray walls, gray fields.
Miss Sousie watched the drip, drip
down the windows gloomily. She was
close beside the fire, and we'll wrapped
in shawls draped cap-a-pie.
Mrs. Nellie was beating tattoo on
the small centre table.
''Well, do you think this will do ?" she
inquired. Two weeks of this style in
tragedy is fine experience, of course
but in time one might have to be buried
under the monotony. We have enjoyed
smoke, potatoes and rain, rain, potatoes
and smoke. and-I beg pardon for
emitting the sneezes," as Sousie intro
duced several, "they make some vari-
ETY.. certainly"
A rush of smoke poured from the
chimney, following gust of wind that
made the windows seem all rattle and
draught
"Ugv' said Mrs. Nellie. "I hope
you never charged any rent for this
horribly miSnamed dOmicile SOusia "
II never will again." was the answer
in hoarse, repentant voice."
"Think of the girls who have never
sem or dared hope for anything better"
said Nellie.
"Yes. am glad we come" Sousie
answered blushingly.
"'When my ship comes in," said
Mrs. Nell, "there shall be no smoky
chimneys, no curtainless windows, no
breakfastless breakfasts, no false lovers
in all the world"
"And we will make little Paradise
of Strawberry Hill, and find some poor
young couple who have ventured Oh
life of poverty together because they
love each other, and we'll give them the
place and pay their taxes" said Sousie'
enthusiastically.
well select girl who rejected a
millionaire for the poor man," said
Nellie. by the by-would she be
hard 10 find, do you think Imagine a
nirl in a miserable home and no hone