The Russellville Democrat., 1888-07-19
THOSE LOVETT GIRLS.
talents Utilized and Opportunities
 Improved.

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 "Well,n said Granny Purcell, look hg out of the window while she bound fl the little red stocking she was knit ng for her son Hiram's youngest boy. l wonder what them high-hyers will O nowP Them Lovett girls, I mean. ust look, Ad'line, if they aint a-hold- S their heads just s high g if old Afus hadn't lost centl That young st one-Dory, believe they call her
 is tossing her curls as independent Is ever. Some things haint sanctifed D some people as a means of grace, I'm orry to say"
 Her daughter-in-law, s pale, thin. piritless woman, who looked as if sranny Purcell herself had been suf- cient means of grace" for any wom- ms specification, put down her flat ron with a resigned air, and came to he window.
 "f s'pose they aint come to real zin' sense of it yet" she meekly sug- rested.
 There If that long-nosed one isn't ctilly a-firtin'! Talkin' to Hvward
 andyne and rollin' her eyes, and howin' her handsome teeth, for hand- ome they be. 1 won't deny. And Lena bas just given penny to that organ grinders monkey. l sh'd think a benny would look 'most's big's a twenty-five cent piece to them now hdays."
 "Ad'line" went back to her "fats" without replying, and Granny Purcell pit off her yarn and rolled up the com bleted pair of stockings with virtuous niff
 They've been raised as helpless as kittens l don't suppose any one of em can turn her hand to any thing But do som ething they must, and that pretty quick, too, from all accounts"
 Yes. Do something they must; hnd Granny Purcell had not more 'realizin' sense" of it than Clara, Lena hnd Dora Lovett themselves. Instead Df flirting with Howard Yandyne, Clara had been bravely asking his holp to secure an assistant book-keeper place for her in his fathers store. The young man had thought none the less of her for her frank avowal that she must do something, if only to carry parcels for customers. He promised to do all in his power, and lifted his hat as courteously as he had always done before Rufus Loyett lost his money in the disastrous collapsing of a certain consolidated mining company. Can any one explain why ysthe consolidated concerns frequently turn out to be the most bubble-likep
 A little later the three girls perched like sparrows (chattering included) around Dora's pretty bedroom, to con sider ways and means. Dora sat on the bed, swinging her small feet, of which she was little vain; Lena set tied herself in the bay-window. and bent her blue eyes over her last win ter's bonnet, which she was ripping with view to making it over; Clara knelt by Dora's little school-book closet, and looked over pile of arithmetics
 "Isn't it too bad that the smash had to come just at this particular time,n said Dora, "when my best street suit l is well-nigh disreputable, and 1 haven't thing but this brown tricot, as old fashioned as the hills? How can go to seek my fortune without a fresh, stylish, becoming suit?" In spite of the twinkle in her eyes, there was a vailed note of anxiety in her voice.
 "Eyolve one from your inner con science, as the German did the camel" said Lena, shaking out a bunch of gar net and smoke-colored tips" and blowing some imagined dust from them.
 Evolution is work of time, and 1 must go forth in battle array by Mon day, at the farthest."
 "He is thrice armed who hath his quarrel just" quoted Clara Two arms will be enough, with willing hands at the end of them"
 And fertile brain to direct them," added Lena
 Nevertheless, the suit of mail"-
 ''Is an iron necessity" broke forth the incorrigible Lena once more.
 Seriously, girls" resumed Dora, after the light laughter had subsided, i've can't all live on Clara's book keeping, or on Lena's puns-throwing little ball of zephyr at the latter's neat brown braids--"and l intend, if the combined genius of this family can furnish forth a presentable toga and a helmet, in other words, a suit and a bonnet, to go to Boston next week and write for the newspapers"
 A double groan greeted this an- nouncement.
 "'Try not the pass, the old man said" was Clara's advice.
 "Remember, oh rash mortal, it is only beneath the rule of men entirely great that the pen is mightier thAn the sword cried Lena
 "Some women do succeed in jour nalism, however, and l have written little, you know,n said Dora, with modest lowering of the curly head
 You'll have to descend to ever SO much wire-pulling. Writers are so jealous of one another, except the really famous ones" suggested Clara
 The warrior bowed his crested head,
 And tanned his heart of fire, said Lena.
 Just imagine our saucy Dora put ting on the meek and lowly to some c~ar of an editorm
 ''Or e1arlna, said Dora