The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-01-26
Those Lovett Girls.

Oh tHe lltuie Tcu sGOCklnS she Wds
knitting for her son Hiram's young.
est boy, II wonder what them high.
flyers will do now. Them Lovett
girls, I mean. Just look, Ad'line, il
they amt a-holdin' their heads just's
highs if old Rufus hadn't lost a cent!
That youngest one-Dory-is toss
ing her curls as independent as ever.
Some things haint sanctified to some
people as means of grace, Pm sorry
to say"
Her daughter-in-law, a pale, thin.
spiritless woman, who looks as il
Granny Purcell herself had been a
sufficient "means of grace" for any
woman's sanction, put down her
flatiron with resigned air, and came
to the window.
II s'pose they amt come to a real
izing sense off yet" she meekly sug-
gested.
'There! If that long-nosed one
isn't actilly a firtin'! Talking to
Howard Vandyne and rollin' her
eyes, and shown her handsome teeth.
And Lena has just given penny to
that organ-grinder's monkey. I sh'd
think q penny would look 'most's
big's 25 cent piece to them nova
days.
"Ad'line" went back to her FLATS
without replying, and Granny Pur-
cell bit off her yarn and rolled up the
completed pair of stockings with a
virtuous sniff
"They've been raised as helpless as
kittens. don't suppose any one of
'em can turn her hand to anything.
But do something they must, and
that pretty quick, too, from all &C
counts"
Yes. Dosomething they must, and
Granny Purcell had not more
"realizin' sense" of it than Clara,
Lena and Dora Lovett themselves.
Instead of flirting with Howard
Vandyne, Clara had been bravely
asking his help to secure an assistant
bookkeeper's place for her in his
fathers store. The young man had
thought none the less of her for her
frank avowal that she must do
something, if only to carry parcels
for customers. He promised to do
all in his power, and lifted his hat
just as courteously as he had always
done before Rufus Lovett lost his
money in the disastrous collapsing
OF certain consolidated mining COM
pany.
A little later the three girls perched
like sparrows, (chattering included)
around Dora's pretty bedroom to
consider ways and means. Dora sat
on the bed, swinging her small feet,
of which she was a little vain; Lena
settled herself in the bay window, land
bent her blue eyes over her last win
ter's bonnet, which she was ripping
with a view to making it over; Clara
knelt by little Dora's little school
book closet and looked over a pile of
arithmetics.
"Isn't it too bad that the smash
had to come just at this particular
time" said Dora, "when my best
street suit is well nigh disreputable,
and / haven't a thing but this brown
tricot, as old as the hills? How can
go to seek my fortune without a
fresh, stylish, becoming suit?"
Evolve one from your inner con-
science, as the German did the came"
said Lena, shaking out a bunch of
garnet and smoke colored "tips" and
blowing some imagined dust from
them.
Evolution is work of time, and
Unjust go forth in battle array by
Monday at the farthest."
"He is thrice armed who hath his
quarrel just" quoted Clara. 1.-TWO
arms will be enough, with willing
hands at the end of them"
'And a fertile brain to direct them, "
added Lena.
Nevertheless, the suit of mail"
'Is an iron necessity" broke forth
the incorrigible Lena once more.
seriously. girls" resumed Dora,
after the light laughter had subsidized,
eve can't all live on Clara's book
keeping, or on Lena's puns"-throw-
ing a little ball of zephyr at the lat
ter's neat brown braids-"and in
tend, if the combined genius of the
family can furnish forth presenta-
BILE toga and a helmet, in other words,
a suit and bonnet, to go to Boston
next week and write for the newspa-
pers."
A double groan greeted this an
nouncement..
Try not the pass, the old man
said, was Clara's advice.
''Rememher, oh rash mortal, it is
only beneath the rule of men entire
ly great that the pen is mightier
than the sword" cried Lena.
"Some women do succeed in journ-
alism, however, and have written a
little, you know" said Dora, with q
modest lowering of the curly head.
"You'll have to descend to ever 80
much wire-pulling. Writers are so
Jealous of one another, except the
famous ones" suggested Clara.
The warrior bowed his crested head,
And tanned his heart of fire,
said Lena.
meantime, what am l to do?" cried
Lena, in mock distress. 81 have no
talent for literature, music or the
stage. Teaching detest. Law and
medicine do not beckon withrosy and
alluring smiles. l suppose l shall
have to stay at home and look after
father and mother, and grow to be q
little, quiet, old woman with a shout
der-shawl, one otthese days-the kind
who sit in the corners at tea parties,
md have to he hunted m and talked