Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1886-05-08

| Amy. asked Grace.
"You don't disspprove of my following
art as career, surely, Grace, do you ?" en-.
treated Amelia, who was one of those earnest
and serious-minded people who ride their
hobbies at all times, both in aud ont OF sea-
son.
"If you have thought out any theory
added.
But I have thought out nothing" re.
Piled Grace, laughing, "snd never have
theories about anything at ALL Don't You
know me well enough to know that r''
1t is a very responsible thing to be an ar
| ti7'," said Amelia gravely "one owes
kind OF duty to the great and beautiful in
everything"
| I" Perhaps" said Grace.
81 feel" continued Ameia-"l feel as
though had dedicated myself to some un.
known deity. put on robe, registered a vow,
bound myself for life, in tact
"To your profession 2"
| Yes, To my profession YOU understand
don't you, Gracie?'
think So dear"
| at seems solemn thing, a privilege to
be almost frightened of, to belong to the
| fr-ofi, humble disciple rs | am, but still one
ot the same band. DO you see, Grace -
see. You are darling, Amy"
trace stretched out her thin little hand, on
which the blue veins made clear tracery,
and took Amelia's firm ruddy fingers with
/ in hers
g" am SO glad you are strong, Amy -
| ." strength Is necessary for a woman who
seeks to make her way in any career" said
| Amelia, with decision. "And YOU know,
| dear, l want to work, both tor mother and
| for You. only think OF all the pretty things
| shall be able to get for you, bye-aud bye
Talking of women, though, there are all
| sorts of draw backs put in our way, spoke es in
| the wheel OF our advancement What |
| should like to prove is that women are Ger.
tainly Tar superior to men ifthey succeed in
merely rlVaiilng them handicapped a. the
poor females sare byso many extra difficulties
ANY,"
:" To the men, of course. They are the ones
who need convincing"
But perhaps they are the very ones who
don't wish to be convinced.
All the more need to convince them
against their will Well, never mind,
time is coming when they must be con vinced.
Deeds, not words, you know. And yet, on
second thoughts, am in doubt whether it
is not the women themselves who need to
be convinced"
"What, really ?''
they are such limp creatures, Oracle"
You are not limp, darling, ANYWAY"
said the little sister. smiling.
| She was lying back on the pillows OF her
bed, and at the foot sat Amelia, erect and de-
termined, her head thrown up, her eyes
| ready Tor the fray.
| Amelia was twenty, butappeared younger
| her bright beauty was 50 thoroughly the
beauty OF youth and rosy freshness, and
there were such abundant life and spirits IN
her most tritiing actions
" Does Mr.. McIiuish need convincing ?"
| asked Grace, after a pause.
Z" don't know" said Amelia, hurriedly
slipping from the bed and going over to the
other side of tee room, where she began
closely to examine an unfinished sketch ot
| the day before, and 10 scrub il up and down
with big pant-brush.
| Douglas McHuish was tail, lank Young
man, with hair that the Miss Wyverns
would doubtless have described as "tswnv," I"
| with light eyelashes closing over his keen
| eyes, and "a many freckles as the stars OF
heaven showered upon his face aud hands.
he was much given to reading Carlyle he
seldom smiled /; he nodded his head and
| murmured "Ay" in a deep bass tone, and
said but little else. Only he adofed Amelia
with the persisteucy of ten ordinary men.
There was one subject, however, on W hich
| the young Scotchman could grow loQuacious.
ana thar, as might be expected, was gene.
| alogy. To Mrs. Wyvern the subject was a.
| dlstasteful as 1t was dun (: ii denoted a mis-
| placed affection, she argued, on the part OF
their descendant to 90 cropping around the
| tomDs OF the McHuishes, who had lett him
| nothing but an outlandsh name and a few
thousand freckles a year. Amelia herself
was conscious that her thoughts wandered
when Douglas held forth on his noble pro-
| penltOrs her own mind being very strougl V
| set in the direction of modern progress and
| thoroughly attuned to the most radical nav,
| commnnisuc tendencies of the present day.
| trace alone sympathlzed with the young
| Scot She considered his monologues on
| genealogical topics as a kind of harmless lu-
| macy, aud treated him with as much gentle
| ness as any amiable Christian would show to
| bear with a sore head.
Mrs. Wyyern was, however, often uneasy
with regard to the young mans poverty
that she had been romanticaly disposed al
the time OF her own marriage argued moth
Ing in favor of any folly on the part OF. her
daughters the most consistent people do
not THINK 1t necessary to carry on till fifty
the feelings they boasted of at thirty. Mrs.
Wyyern would doubtless have turned tho
roughly cold shoulder on Amelias uufortu-
nate swain, had it not been that he softened
her maternal heart by the sympathetic, al
most feminine tenderness he evinced tor
Grace. His visits helped much to brighten
the poor girls life, and, whilst she undoubt-
edly liked him, he loved her dearly, this lit
tie seventeen year-old Grace, budding
Hover that might never bloom into the full
ness of perfection, sensitive plant that
opened out In an instant to the sunshine of
kind words.
When MctIuish came to spend the even
Ing, as for Grace's express benefit he was oc.
caslonally permitted to do, she babe b III
carry her 10 the drawing-room window,
where she loved TO watch the moonlit sky |
and the twinkling lamps up and down the |
street There, As she lay, mere feather in |
''' ItE lnln lltIic neck
stretched itself out, and the hectic face leant |
forward, her eager gaze sweeping the dreary |
horizon.
Then, finally, a4 his best reward, she had
a way OF dropping her head, and looking up
with dreamy blue eyes whilst she murmured
very softly
My brother my own brother ~ and at
these words, the young mans very brow
grew red with blushes, and a sweet hopeful
ness filled his soul
That was Gracie's way.
het this mutual understanding was un-
aVoWed through force of habit, Douglas
hcliuish had certainly come to be looked |
upon as Amelia's recognized admirer, but |
nothing more. Mrs. WyVern had not the |
hetrt 10 prevent his coming to the house |
bul she could not encourage him "Of
Course he Is too poor to dream of marrying"
Mrs. Wyvern often said.
oi course" returned Oracle. "And
amy never wants TO marry, you know,
MOTHER" ,
" All the better" replied Mrs. Wyvern
, don't wish To lose her But wait I'LL the
lght man comes"
nd then >" asked Gracls.
" Well, then things will be settled" said |
irs. Wyvern. on always ask SO much
hild" 4
Bat Oracle pondered whether things we're i
OF settled already. She loved Amelia she | a
'Ved Douglas. There was that question OF /
iohey, money, money always money,
lought the s1rl, sadly. Yet, if Douglas l.
ye-shd-bye became great lawyer aud Il
my distinguished painter, these money Il
IoDiems must all be easily solved. II only O
meiia could earn money T0tC, as she was
N IatA | 4,