Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1888-07-19
THOSE L0VETT GIRLS.
Talents Utilized and Opportunities
Improved.

Well" said Granny Purcell. look
Ing out Of the window while she bound
OF the little red stocking she was knit
ting Tor her son Hiram's youngest boy.
81 wonder what them high-ayers will
do uow2 Them Loyett girls. | mean.
just look. Ad1ine. II they aint a-hold-
in their heads Just : high : il old
Rufus hadn't lost a cent That Young
est one-Dory. believe they call her
is tossing her curls ~ independent
a ever. some things haiut sanctiieI
To some people Is a means Of grace. I'm
sorry to say"
Her daughter-in-law. a pale. thin.
spiritless woman. who looked A. il
Granny Purcell herself had been a suf-
iicient means Of grace FOR any WON
ans sanctiication. put down her Dat
iron with a resigned air. and came to
the window.
81 s'pose they aint come 10 a real
lin sense of it vet. She meeklv stlr-
gested.
There, II that loug-nosed one isn't
sctilly a-flirtin', Talkin' to- Howard
Nandyne and rollin' her eyes, and
fhowin her handsome teeth. for hand
some they BE-. | won't deny. And Lena
has just given Il penny to hat organ
grinders monkey. | sh'd think II
penny would look 'most's big's a
twenty-five cent piece t. them now
adays."
"Ad1inc' went back 10 her flats
without replying. and Granny Purcell
bit of her yarn and rolled up the com
plctcd pair OF stockings with q virtuous
snin.
They've been raised rs helpless AS
kittens. | don't supposo 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. y
Yes. DO something they must;
and Granny Purcell had not n more
'realizin' sense of it than Clara. Lena
and Dora Lovett themselves. Instead
of flirting with Howard Vandyne. Clara
had been b~ravely asking his help To
secure an assistant book-keeper's place
for her in his fathers store. The young
nan had thought none the less
of her for her frank avowal that she
must to something. il only to carry
parcels for customers. He promised
To do all in his power. and lifted his
hat as courteously rs he had always
done before Rufus Lovett lost his money
in the disastrous collapsing of n certain
consolidated mining company. Can
any one explain why the consolidated
frequently turn out to be the
most bubbIe-like2
A little later the three girls perched
like sparrows (chattering includedl
around Dora's pretty bedroom. to ron
slider ways and means. Dora sat ON
the bed, swinging her small feet. Of
which she was II little vain: Lena set
tied herself in the bay-window. and
bent her blue eyes over her last win
tcr's bonnet. which she was ripping
with a view to making il over; Clara
knelt by Dora's little school-book
closet, and looked over u pile of
arithmeties.
Isn't it too bad that the smash had
to come Just AT this particular time
said Dora, when my best street suit
Is well-nigh disreputable, and | haven't
a thing but this brown tricot. a. old
fashioned rs the hills2 How can | 20
to seek my fortune without II fresh.
stylish, becoming suit?-
In spite Of the twinkle in her ewes,
there was a vailed note OF anxiety in
her voice.
Evolve n from your inner con
science. rs the German did the camel -
said Lena, shaking out a bunch of gar
net and s~moke-colored tips and
blowing some imagined dust from
them.
Evolution is a work of time. and |
must 20 forth in battle array by Mon
day. at the farthest.1
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 a fertile brain to direct them
Guueu Lena
Nevertheless, the suit OF maiI~-
us an iron necessity broke forth
the incorrigible Lena once more.
seriously, girls resumed Dora
after the light laughter had subsidized.
1--WE can't all live on Clara's book
keeping. or on Lena's puns-throwinr
a little ball of zephyr at the l~atters
neat brown braids-"and | intend. IL
the combined genius of this family can
furnish forth a ~presentable toga and a
helmet. in other words. a suit and n
bonnet, to go to Boston next week and
write for the newspapers"
\ double groan greeted this an
nouneement.
Try not the pass. the old man,
said, was Ciara's advice.
Remember. oh rash mortal. it i
on!y beneath the rule Of men entirely
great that the pen Is mightier than
1ne sword. cried Lena