The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1886-11-10
MISS PATIENCE'S DISCOVERY

Engaged j. she said Mis-, Patiene
Snelecor. with "a vicious to,s Of her Re
man nose, Grace TYLER engaged Wei
don't know what this worlds comm t,
when men prefer little doll faced chit
with hair just for all the world like
tangle O tow, and silly blue eyes, to
mature female that knows som thin out
side the nursery walls Why, she ainr
day moreH seventeen. ami don't ihinl
she knows any more about house -kccpin
than yondcr white kitten. only hop
Walter Dayton won't get tired of his bar
gain, that's ali
And Miss Patience thought. with
forlorn sinking at her maiden heart, how
vain had been all her smiles and mods
and little hnPromptu tea-partieS, wil
the young lawyers affections
the affections which pretty tiruc
Tyler had already taken -. IL we're. b.
storm.
Miss Patience was thirty-nine year
old, and the crows feet were eatherin.
round her eyes, and the gray hairs be
ginning TO gIeam suspiciously here IN,
there through her auburn-red tresse.
She felt that she had not much time t,
lose, and Grace Tyler was a perpetua
thorn in her side.
Walter DAYTON would have been th,
very husband imagined forth in he
brightest and most Sanguine dreams.
tall, nobly-formed man, scarcely TWEEN
ly-hve, with mischievous hazel brown
eyes, curly masses Of bright hair ant
such moustache as the Apollo Belviden
might have worn. if ii had been fashion
able in his day and generation.
~Fll be revenged on him-see if
don't muttered Miss Patience Snedeco
to herself. What for, She did not partic
ulanze-probably for the signal crim'
and sin Of not asking her to be come Mn
Dayton. He's male coquette Didn'
he give me his arm home from churcl
one rainy night, besides asking me if
danced the polka dt Squire Martindale
party? only hope he'll play the snub
nosed little Grace Tyler false yet
Grace Tyler, sitting in the self-sam,
twilight, with her lover by her side, wa:
anything in the world but conscious OF
the unamiable feelings with which sh,
was regarded by her elderly rival
She was maryelously pretty httl,
Grace, with eyes soft and blue as the vel
verty petals of a ae'E-de-iis,gold cleaning
curls, and dimpled red dot of mouth
that seemed made expressly To- smile
To be sure her nose was a triie rsfro,tsse
but then ii gave an achness to her face
that made il more bewitehing than ever
and her forehead was perhaps quartel
Of an inch lower than the acknowledged
models
Nevertheless Walter Dayton would
not have had her one shade different
from what nature had made her, no, moi
for all the wealth Of the Indies.
Are you sure you love me. Oracle p
demanded Mr. Dayton, stopping until
his cheek almost touched her shining
curls-oh, the sweet silly formula of love
even new, and vet, to outsiders, oldel
than the Hebraic gene.llogies.
And Grace laughed at him with hap
py thrill and tremble in her laughter
and called him a silly goose" He, Wal
ter Dayton, Esq, Attorney and Coun
sellor-at-law Miss Patience Snedecor'
hair would in good truth have stood OF
end, could she have listened to thi,
shocking familiarity on the part Of ;
seventeen year old. lassie.
The spinsters cold eyes cleaned bale
fully in upon them, through the over
hanging draperies OF rine-leayt-s, a. "A,
passed by in the early evening en- r5ass tC
take ten with Mrs Priscilla Bookstaver
a parsonage after her own stamp. whom
natur. had intended for an old maid, bur
whom f,te had constituted widow.
Anything but a pair Of lovers
thought Patience with >',ornful sniff
and besides. / don't half belle e IL.
proper for her to be sitting with heT
hand in his before they are married.
mean 40 see what Prisaciia Bookstavel
SAYS about it
And the shortcomings Of poor little
Oracle Tylor furnished a fertile them for
the two a,cetic females to shake theii
heads over all the evening long.
Things amt as they was when kept
company with Mr. Bookstaeer.7 croaked
the widow
Its regular Sodom and Gomorrdh
world,r sighed the old maid and
don't see what we're ali a-comin' to,
The old kitchen clock had struck nine
before Miss Patience rolled up her orpa-
mental knitting and announced, = that il
was high time lone female ike her was
gettin' home"
Perhaps she was right. for it was grow
ing quite DARK when she crossed the tree
shaded lane, and struck into the mead
ows. And a. she entered the fragrant
shadows, She gave little hysteric.ll start,
for a man WIS standing at the stile
She shrank back in into the darkness
like gliding snake, for in one second
she had recognized familiar yoice-that
Of Walter Dayton-talSing in low accents
to woman wrapped in dark mantle,
% that her face, and even her figure,
were quite invisible.
at is all nonsense he said little
impetuously. have been only anus
ing myself with her vanity You ought to
know that If Is you, and you alone, that
love"
And they passed Oh, and disappeared
from Miss >nedecor's eager gaze, leaving
her bewildered, vet elated.
Well,T she calculated under her
breath. :. always did say he was a de-
ceiyer, and I'm morally sartain Of ii now
Poor deluded Grace Tyler. But its my
duty TO let he know right off what sort of
man il is she's engaged 10 marry. Oh.
the sinful duplicity of this wicked world
of oursl And he church member, too,
What viii Elder Simmons say? wonder
who that other girl could have been? /