Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1889-04-05
tones TObOSSan Suit.
by II. v. III. RAYMOND.

"Havo ftp should think not. in
decd. My mothers daughter-and he
minister-rigged out like heather
Indian. 1t does seem as if you had no
sense of the dignity of the family"
Il havn't-a bit"
"Ioner'
Gospel truth I've heard nothing
but dignity since | can remember, and
I'm sick of it,"
well, don't add impertinence TO
your other shortcomings"
Il wish you had never said | could
join the club, then! don't see what
ever possessed you; it's terribly indig-
whirlwjnd speed.
lone! you can go TO your room.
The girl tossed her curly head impa-
tiently. but obeyed. Though she was
eighteen years old, she dared do moth
ing else.
Miss Letitia Souter had taken her
dying brothers orphan baby homo to
her own stately house, and had devoted
her life since to It's rearing and care.
1t is safe 10 say that she idoilzed the
lovely torment OF her lonely spinster-
hood. and was, mostly, very indulgent;
but it is also, quite true that her own
personal whims had much to do with
this indulgence.
'Auntie's character is just n streak
OF firm and streak of easy; bit of
hard and bit of soft" declared lone.
Il never know what to expect"
She was about right.
Fancying her niece looked pale, and
not quite strong Miss Letitia had al
lowed her 10 join the Rock Acre To-
boggan Club" this had happened in n
streak of easy" Now. that the club
had decided 10 wear uniforms. like the
rest of the world of tobogganers, she
had developed "a ''streak Of firm and
denied lone her blanket.
Her aunt provided everything that
was necessary; but pocket money she
had none-s 50 the girl could not buy one
for herself, nor would she have dared
TO wear il If she had.
Poor little lone! she was sorry for
her rudeness TO her auut-sOrry for
herself-sorry for good many other
things; so, throwing herself down on
the little white bed. she had a good
cry. then a good nap, by means Of
which. the cobwebs were cleared from
her brain, and she walked up, her own
sunshiny self.
"Auntie! it's horrid to be naughty.
Kiss me, and say you're sorry"
you sauce-boX! | am sorry 10 see
you so silly as to cry over bed blank
ct; but there" giving the osculatory
salute requested), lets forget the
whole matter. Now, put on your
Slings. and run over to Mrs. Maple
sons with that written pattern, prom
ised"
lone's 'things' were n becoming
plush coat and turban. and she was
soon equipped, and, with a light heart,
departed ON her err1nd.
She was very pretty. with her slen-
der figure. and sweet face aglOw with
exercise; or, 50, mt least, thought .
stranger, who, with head buried in
coat collar, came striding over the
same footp9th from the opposite direc-
ton, and who had nearly run against
lone before he observed her.
beg pardon, I'm sure.
He lifted his hat, and revealed a
handsome brow aBd head, covered with
dark. crisp locks. 1t was only an I'M
staut's meeting. but the maiden carried
AWAY memory of two remarkable blue
eyes, shaded by heavy black lashes and
brOWs.
''Who can he be? That overcoat
was never cut in Mellenville."
What a wonderfully pretty girl, TO
find in this Wilderness"
So they passed by.
lis Mrs. Mapleson at home?n
Laws, yes; but she's in powerful
fdget"
"Why? What's the matter?"
mo gre't 3 kin soc. She's allus
'specting ter die suddint, an a-sendin'
fer lawyers ter make her will. Old
Ketchum. down ter the Corners. has
drawed more'n q dozen. at I've witness
ed, let alone t'others; but now sunthin's
set her plumb ag'in him, an she's
sent ter York fer one, rs she heerr
tell Of, an he's 'spected ter-night
but why the land sakes be don't como.
beats, mer
This harangue was brought to sud
den end.
"Mirandy! hold your tong ne! Who
arc you talking to?'
ITO me, Auntie Mapleson-Ionc
Souter. Shall come up?n
''Yes, dearie; right away. am very
glad 20 SEQ you | was getting so nerv,
GUS"
"And what about?n
ooh! that which Mirandy was ex
planning. I've had another bad turn
and / know amt long for this world
I've sent for city lawyer this time, e
make my testement and what il
should die before he gets here!'
"Oh, you won't. Auntie Joan. Don
be afraid. It's only those who never
make wills who die; careful people don't
So. if ] should ever have anything &
devise and bequeath, I'd make fresh
testament every New Year. 'TwoulC
be better than life insurance"
40. Tony! You make me laugh
miserable as / feel"
"Goodi Now got on your best bib ant
tucker, for I've seen your wonderful
counsellor"
Whore. Iony Souter. Tell me this
minutel'