Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1888-04-27
MISS MORLEY'S FATHER.

Glynne was my dearest friend and
schoolfellow. We mad played together
since our nurses had to keep hold of our
short petticCats, as we jumped and
cIowed IN baby gee at each other from
their respective laps. oh, the long,
sunny mornings in the park; and the
long, bright days of winter before the
nursery nre! "Glynne and Tontine "
was the way every one alluded to us,
never one name without the other, and
always her name first. The Morley's
were quite American, but my father was
a Scotchman, and my mother French
woman. Such a pretty, dark eyed
woman, even in these days, and perfect
little beauty when we were babies to-
gether-Glynne and |.
Our mothers were firm friends, but
my father was dead, and GIynnc's papa
was so rarely at home that l never saw
much of him. That he was a handsome
man [ had learned from those few
glimpses, and that he was passionateIy
attached to his gentle, gray-eyed
daughter, l instinctively read in every
glance he turned upon her What bust
ness kept him so occupied all day and
often part of the night, 1 never knew;
and when l asked Glynne one day as we
grew older, she looked at me, lifting her
delicately arched eyebrows, as she had
trick of doing when puzzled, in a sharp
"dint" and said:
''DO you know, Tontine, sometimes
wonder myself"
was SO astonished at this unexpected
reply that l fairly gasped: ''And don't
you truly know, then, what your father
does to make his money!"
"'No," said Glynne, with a new re-
luctance in her tone.
''And doesn't Mrs. Mosley know?' I
persisted, not realizing my rudeness in
my childish curiosity at such a state of
things.
"Why, yes, mamma must know, but
papa dOesn't-at least, l think he
wouldn't wish me to ask her what he
does not tell me himself. And once,
when l asked him what he did up there
pointing one slender hand toward the
other end of the town, while with the
other she stroked her pet greyhound,
Dante, che laughed and said he went
to school, But when l said, mo, papa,
you are too old to 90 to school, he
pulled his mOustache, as he does when
he is tired and troubled and said: Papa
does not ike to talk of business in play
time; and this is his play time with you
and mamma Then we went in to
mamma and she sang for us, and since [
have never asked any more
- 81 heard papa say that night, as the
door stood ajar between our rooms,
Pauline, Glynne has been asking how l
earn her furbelows; what started her in
that direction, do you think?' Then
mamma said something in a low voice,
and papa said very gravely in reply:
Someone must do it for the sake Of
here the door shut sharply, and-that is
ALL"
So full were we of preparation for the
close OF school and the dance that was to
follow, that no other topic was discussed
in the hours we passed together for
few weeks but sashes and gowns, and
the respective attractions of low shoes.
buttoned boots and slippers 'for the
last day." as though we had said, 'Apres
lie deluge"
In the midst of it all, one morning.
Glynne's greyhound was brought home
with broken leg.
Dr.. Fetters was called to set it, which
he did, making comment upon the al
most human patience and self control of
the dog under the operation That even
ing, as we sat on the great fur rug in the
study with the injured dog laid out be-
tween us where he could share our caress-
es, DR.. Fetters came into the inner room
with Glynne's father in earnest. but sub
dued CONVEX sation, which in some way
seemed, from their tones, to be protest
OF the latter against some proposition
or argument of the former, as
they came forward to examine Dantes
leg. The gentle creature looked
up with pathetic recogni ion of
the doctor, whom he evidently in
cluded in his list of friends, and made
several efforts to lift the manned paw for
his usual shake hands. Finally he crossed
his left paw under the splint, and raising
both together, laid them with satisfied
air in the physicians outstretched hand.
The dogs MISTRESS was all absorbed in
her pet, who was friend and brother,
and sister to her, in way that l could
never understand; possibly because M
sparkling little French mother quite sup
piled to me the brothers and sisters that
Glynne, with her half invalid mother and
much absent father, longed for sorely. |
But while she bent over Dante with ten /
der, nonsensical phrases was conceiving
q violent antipathy for DR.. Fetters. |
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