The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1886-01-28

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er oil, aud nobody knew. But / saw
ur. Raven twice. and he talked t.
no Just as kind-oh a deal kinder
hat Uncle Joseph does. And ht
old me the names of some Of ib.
arrest fljwers, and offered to lepo
ne books out Of the grand library
,ut Mrs. Perkins told Aunt Bsisel
hat am too lilo aud awkward f.,
service. So now | don't know
whether I am to be bound TO Miss
Niggs, the dressmaker, or sent to
earu The artificial flower trade"
"l's most pity, aiu't it 7"
aid Mrs. Barnes, looking sympa-
nizipgly at Elsie. Aud just then,
rs she surveyed the large dark eyes
he cheeks glowing scarlet uudel
heir stain Of gypsy sunburn, tb,
1.-THE, graceful figure in its outgrow'
gown, the fancy suddenly crosse d
har mind that, under some circun $
stances, Elsie Linn might be almost
handsome.
"You see, l have no one really be-.
longing TO me, said Elsio, sighing
Even Uncle Joseph wac only my
mothers bali-brother And they
don't know what to do with me.n
"What would you like best to do!
said Mrs Barnes, who was pairing
potatoes for the one o'clock dinner
Il should Ike to bo au authoress
and write books" said Elsie, witt
kiudling eyee.
BLESS me, child !" said Mrs
Barnes, "what do you know about
authoresses ~
Nothing" confessed Elsie
that's the trouble. Or l should
ike to paint pictures, and to be
famous or be queen Of a couptr!
that was at war, and lead the soldier.
t victory, mounted on coal'bluck
horse or do something very grea
aud grand, SO that people nigh
never forget my memory"
Mrs Barnes first started ant
']e" 's.."' Ponr soul, there wa.
perhaps time when she, TO-, 49,
her wild dreams and impossible im'
a .inings
"Such things don't happen nova
lays, Elsie" said she. women
rave to scrub, and wash aud sew in
his country. not ride to battle or
naint grand pictures. Better leav,
# thinking OF such a fate"
Yes" cried Elsie, with a start
IS the clock struck twelve. "Anc
AUNT Betsey will be wanting me tc
set the table. l must hurry home
How she will scold to be snre."
But to Elsie's iufuite relief
when she reached home, Aunt Bet,
sey met her with no frown.
Come in quick, child" said she
and change your frock. Mr., Ra
ven is here"
"Oh y cried Elsie. with a ski
over the door. step, "am l to bt
Mrs. Perkins maid p
we don't know" said Auu
Betsey mysteriously. Time vii
show. Don't jump about, my child
Try to take short steps, and be
lady. Aud, oh, what a dreadfu
tear that is in your dress. NeveI
mind now. Run quick and chang,
it as soon as ever you eau, and then
come dowu to the best parlor."
But long before Elsie Linn's sim
pie toilet was made, an awful feal
took possession of her that Squir,
Raven bad come to tell Uncle 10.
seph Of the big bunch Of hot house
grapes which she picked, su6 rosa
last spring aud gave to little Billy
Sniffen, in the road, the last day she
was at the Manor House.
There were such lots of them,
she argued with herself, changing
there in the sunshine, all purple and
fragrant, and Billy had just got over
the scarlet fever-poor little mite
and did long for them 80. knew
it was wicked, but the temptation
came over me so suddenly that
couldn't help it. And now il Mr.
Raven has told Uncle Joseph, aud
Uncle Joseph is going to scold me-
Elsie drew deep inspiration o.
horror at this idea, but she mus,
face her fate, and endure it as bes,
she might. And in her best frocl
which was scant and faded enough
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