The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1888-01-21

GU mean our country COuSln, /
suppose? ! have never seen her
And was not aware that you
expected her aunt" said Celia. as
she Il dowdy? Most country girls
are! beg your PARDON" ms Aunt
Mehetabel's eyes flashed ominously.
81 mean when brought up in the
wilderness, as Lucy has been. They
say her home is ecompassed by
woods. Oh-h !" proloneing the ex-
clamation to its utmost, as, after
toiling up single flight of stairs,
they were ushered into Il dainty
apartment and left alone. u am so
tired And what homely old
fashioned room this is. Goodness !
what II high-post bedstead this is.
How'll we ever get into it tonight?
And look at those scraggy green
leaves in the vase where flowers
should be. I'm sure they're alive
with worms. I'm tempted to toss
them out. Mercy how will we
ever manage to exist here? Haunt
wasn't so rich. and I'm afraid she'd
leave me out Of her will, I'd start
for home in the morning
Rachel quietly made answer,
"I'm satisfied with the prospect. Its
a horrid old place, and aunt is a
penurious old thing, else she would
not stay here, with all the money
she's got. | have an object in view,
so shan't mind the dullness of Black
berryville for awhile Have you
forgotten ? Aunt intimated to us
that the one who was fortunate to
win the affections of Guy Winters,
son of the man she was engaged to
marry, but for some unaccountable
reason did not, should have her
property. Now, | happen to know
that this Guy Winters is worth win
ming. Iveoiten seen his photograph
and I've heard Eta Baync speak of
him. He is us handsome as that
mythical parsonage Apollo was said
to ho-iS rising young lawyer in
Bufalo--and | mean to marry him.
Don't sncer. lam pretticr than you
and have more tact. You are la
mentally wanting in it, Celia, as
you must acknowledge. But hark !
| hear wheela. Who's coming? 1t
must be Guy Winters or Lucy. |
wonder how she looks? I've moth
ing to fear, though, from a country
girl. They're invariably awkward,
and---yes, 1t must be Lucy, as the
driver reined in his steeds before
the gates, and a wee figure got out
and stood there as tiny trunk was
deposited on the ground, Il can't
catch ii glimpse Of her face, but She
is short, and short women are never
graceful. Not enough pretty things
could he packed in that trunk to
paptiyate any man"
Meanwhile, Lucy Hunt had met
her aunt with an afiectionatc kiss
and hug, and followed her to the
room made ready for her
A 1.-the, willowy figure, a dark,
sparkling face, a winning smile and
Il vivacious manner
Mehitable Bcntley's heart went
out to her aistera child at once.
How much she resembled Maggie |.
The tears came into her eyes as she
left the room and went down stairs
to pre- pare something nice and pala-
table for supper
Thus domiciled, Lucy glanced
carelessly about the room.
How neat How pretty it was, its
looking-glass garnishcd with
branches of apple-bloom claw
footed table against the wall, with
high, antique vase thereon, in which
a handful or two Of green leaves
were altistically arranged, and in
one dim corner bed, fragrant with
lavender and mint, which the girl
at first mistook fol a snow-drift,' so
pure, so spotlessly white was it.
What cool, inviting spot" she
mumured, at puts me in mind of
the dear old home. Aunt is so kind
do not think ! shall he biz home
sick. When the cleaning fell they
were all gathered together in the
coy little sitting-room-Aunt Me-
hetabel and her three neices.
rhe girls were totally dissimilar
in looks. Rachel was tall and
naughty, She had a complexion of
lilies and roses, turquoise-blue eyes
and red-gold hair, which was hizzled
and tortured in the prevailing fash
ion. As guy Winters was expected,
she had made herself as beautiful as
possible. A blue silk dress draped
her stylish figure a ieweled butter
fly sat perehed in her hair at her
throat and in her ears were silver
ornaments.