The Ketchum keystone. [volume] (Ketchum, Idaho) 1885-1899, 1886-08-14

flOrella NlntOn Is Il young PSisoh
of wealth, accomplishment, and
social standing -
"All right" said Walter; "I'll
go and propose to her at once.
Only please have list of second
and third candidates ready in case
Number One says mop
"My dear Walter!'
It's better to have these things
all straight and ship-shape," said
Walter. "There's nothing like
system, even in lovc-making."
Miss Florella Winton, however,
did not say "no." She said "yes,"
and Mrs. Merevale's heart grew tri-
umphant within her.
"She will be daughter after my
own heart" said the old lady.
"Dear thing, l love her already.
She is coming up next week to go
over the house with me. 1t will be
so delightful to help her plan all
her housekeeping arrangements.
1 always felt sure that Walter
would come to his senses in time"
Miss Florella Winton came up to
The Place-a cherry-cheeked, hazel
eyed, village beauty, dressed after
the latest city fashions, and not
devoid of some of the airs and
graces popularity supposed to per-
tain to the "girl of the period"
"A jolly old cavern" said she,
looking round the parlor, but too
dark. Slash a window through the
north side, Wally, and turn that
turnip-patch into a tennis-court.
OF course you'll refurnish."
"My dear Florella," pleaded
Mrs. Merevale, "thc furniture is
very good still, and"
Are you going to be mistress OF
the house, or am II" retorted Flo
rella, turning short upon the old
lady.
"But, Florella, so long as | live
here"
"Butyou're not going to live here, y
Florella said, with a very emphatic
nod of the head. "One Of my un-
alterable maxims is, Don't put up
with a mothcr-in-law.' Everyone
knows that there can't be two mis-
tresses in house, don't they,
Wally?"
Mrs. Merevale gasped, actually
stricken dumb with anger and as
tonishment.
and" went on Florella, there's
the old farm house by the creamery
that you could live in, just as well
as not. | want the whole of my
own house for my own relations,
and I mean to have it. I've asked
a Jolly lot of young folks down
from New Haven to visit me this
autumn. and we don't want any old
folks pottering around-eh, Wally?'
Walter" cried Mrs. Merevale
"do you stand calmly by, and heal
your mother addressed thus?"
But Walter, too wise to commit
himself, only leaned against the
fireplace, with his hands in his
pockets, and whistled.
Settle it among yourselves,
said he. Suit yourselves, and
you'll suit me-"
~ will not stay here to be in
suited" said Mrs. Merevale.
"I amt insulting you," saic
Florella, with provoking good hu
NOR. "I'm only telling you the
truth"
"And my son, who ne-nevel
would have proposed to you if
ha-hadn't advised him to
"That's what old people alway:
say," observed Florella. "The,
think the world would stop waggine
around if they didn't push tht
wheels"
Mrs. Merevale hurried sobbinl
out Of the room.
".I never was spoken to thus IN
all my life," said she Historically
"Dear little Judith Jay always
treated me as if l were queen
Oh, dear-oh, dear what a dread
ful mistake l have made ~
While Walter and Florella, lcf
alone in the dark wainscotedParlor
looked at each other, half awed
half delighted.
"Wasn't l horrid?" said Florell;
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