Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1888-07-14

She wore q long ulster, ciosely
buttoned to the throat, where
standing collar and a neat black tie
showed themselves, while on the
short glossy curls was jaunty der
by" guiltless of any trimming save
the simple masculine band.
why, l didn't know my sister
had a son y exclaimed the old gen
tleman, his wrinkled face showing
something very like satisfaction as
he looked at the new conner.
"She hasn't" said Jack, with dane
ing eyes "but it isn't my fault. l
do nv best. I'm awfully sorry I'm
not boy, uncle, if it would please
you; but let me stay awhile and
you'll see what first-class substitute
| am" removing her hat and bowling
with easy grace. But, dear me
how duh it is here Your fire wants
a good stirring up !"
And Selling the poker she attack
ed the Goals in the CRATE with an en-
ergy that seemed to imply that she
would like to treat him in the same
fashion.
A bright blaze followed her vigor-
Gus action, dancing on the walls and
showing the bright hues of pictures
and furniture, despite the dust that
covered them, bringing q cherry
look, too, even to Mr.. Doran's grim
face.
"There 7" said Jack, giving last
approving poke, "that's better. Now,
if just open this window and let in
the sunshine, so"-suiting the action
to the word, "you'll feel as bright as
spring morning"
The girl was like May-day her
| self, futtering around the room as if
! waited by invisible breezes, her
| bright face the embodiment of sun
| shine; and as the. lonely old man
watched her light fingers bringing
order out of confusion that had reign
ed so long, a quizzicaI smile dawned
on his face.
"For would-be boy you seem to
know good deal about such things"
he remarked dryly.
"That's the mother part of me, "
said Jack, as she settled the chairs
and furniture with a touch that only
| woman has.
Then she came and sat down on a
! footstool beside him, and, clasping
her knee with both hands, looked up
| with smiling audacity, saying "You
| had better let me stay awhile, uncle ;
you'd be great deal more comfort
able"
There was deep anxiety beneath
the merry exterior, for she knew well
how vital her uncle's favor was. Her
| mother was too delicate, her sisters
too fine ladies' to work, and the child
(she was not much more, in spite of
her seventeen years., felt as though
the burden Of the family rested on
her shoulders.
Her uncle was very wealthy-if he
| could only be brought to forgive her
mother what happy days they would
| see
lie had sent once for her two sis
! ters to spend a week at Glenside--a
step toward reconciliation, which her
| mother had hailed with thankful Joy.
But before the week was out be sent
them both home, saying he couldn't
stand their fine airs that since his
sister had chosen to bring up her
family to such idle habits, he would
have nothing more to do with them.
The one longing Of the old mans
| heart had been for a son to bear his
name. That hope disappointed in
the early death of his son he had
gradually grown into the selfish,
gloomy man Jack found him this
| fair, spring morning.
I There was something in her bright,
boyish face that fascinated him and
now, with a warmth that surprised
! himself. he said "StaY if you like,