Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1889-10-11

Your white roses are just coming into
bud. Lally." said Aldrich Cone, IA he
came in from the garden. blossom
Hedge is at its prettiest now"
The coffee cNhaled a fragrant odor. the
fresh baked biscuits were of the most
delicate brown, and the chickens broiled
to turn. but Mrs. Comes face wore a
most tragic expression. aS she sat with
an open lrttcr IN her hand
"AIdrich, said she. hysterically. what
am Ia do: Here's your Aunt Eillng-
ham coming here next week with her six
children and the NURSE They've had the
measles. it seems, aud the doctor has pre-.
scribed country air, 81 they We decided to
inflict four weeks visitation upon me-
"Oh, said Aldrich, guilty. II forgot
To tell you Iaidrr Clare wants to come
here this summer She requires perfect
quiet To finish her new novel, and says
she retains such a delightful impression
of Blossom Hedge from her last summers
visit!
"Oh. does sine. indeed said Mrs.
Cone, dashing the cream and sugar reck-
lessly into the sea green china cups.
And we must remember that your
cousin Falkland has kindly volunteered
To send Andromeda here for the sum
mer. so that she may forget that. love
affair Of hers with Jack Jocelyn."
I'm afraid We haven't room for EN-
all. said Mr. Cone, reilcctively
"Oh. yes. you have. said l.ally, with
tears and laughter struggling in her
voice. They'll sleep on the hall hat
rack. on the garrct floor or the cellar
shelves. sooner tlan forego the oppor.
tunity of getting good country board for
nothing! And | shall do as did last
year--get along without new winter
suit and do my own winter housework.
because the housekeeping bills were 50
heavy during the summer All our re
lation, are very particular. you know.
about their eating and drinking. and we
had To get new hair mattresses for the
Johnson-Sniy thes. and re-carpet tiaidee's
room because she perfectly abhorred'
the OLD pattern.
"It's outrageous" said Cone, carving
the chickens. But ! don't know how
We are to help ourselves without being
dreadfully rude,
Tell them plainly that they cannot
come"
"Our relations. l.allyf' demonstrated
Cone.
Its an imposition" said lAlly.
Its only for a little while. nay love
Let 'em come.
1T will I've for all summer, Aldrich.
No, it won't I'll sec to that!"
What do you mcan:'
I've got plan IN my head my love"
~ PLAN
"Yes. You'll sce Only don't ask any
questions.
But. Aldrich," pleaded the young
housekeeper, with every hospitable inn.
pulse rising up in her heart. you
mustn't treat EN- rudcly!'
I'm be as pleasant as Punch To EN-
my love-see II I'm not
"Aldrich. what are you going To doy'
Don't | tell you. lAlly. that it's
profound secret
But you'll tell me;
in tell nobody!
Aud 10 this platform Mr. Gone stead.
tasty adhered, in spite of Iallys protes-
tations and entrea .,
The authorizes arrived. with several
huge trunks. "a typewriter and ham.
mock
Miss Andromeda Falkland came by
the next train-"likc Niubc, all tears
and Mrs. Etlingham. her nurse, and her
six noisy. troublesome young GONZALES
cents. brought up the rear.
Ten pcople! said Mrs. Cone To that
trustworthy and reliable conlidant, her
self "Oh dear! ch, dear! j might as
well have taken situation for general
hou,ework in summer boarding House"
II don't see sail Mrs Pepper, the
ministers wife. "What that young Como
is thinking of To allow his wife TO be so
overriddcn with relations The weather
is very hot, and she Is lar from strong
And am told they sleep themselves on
a sofa bedstead - the plrlOr To make
room for that swarm OF parasites.
"Aly dear, said the good parson, ARE
you not expressing yourself rather
strongly
! III Ohll spedhlHS the truth, san
Mrs. Pepper
But it soon transplrcd that Mrs. Cones
visitors. like Barnum's happy family
could not agree
Miss Haidee Clare could not write
without the accompaniment of perfect
silence The liltle Eilinghams could not
divert themselves withuul the boots and
shrieks peculiar TO their tender years
and both Miss Clare and Mrs. Efiingham
took exception to the mournful banjo
notes on which Audromeda Falkland
was wont of an evening To bewail her
blighted love.
They are quarreling like cats and
dogs" sighed Lally to her husband.
Let 'em quarrel" said Aldrich
what larks, mar said Erskne Ef.
Bingham one afternoon, as he returned
from successful raid upon the hens
nests in the barn. We've got TO take
our hammocks and croquet out of the
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