The Arizona sentinel., 1889-12-21
SERVED HER RIGHT.
Aunt 'Stasia Loses the Summer Boarders and Also Her Nieces.
How dnIlnnk- Prne. dear9,'

Boarders and Also Her Nieces.
 ''How do look, Prue, dear?"
 ''Like half-open rosebud, Cherry. And is my dress becoming?"
 Becoming! Oh, Prue, l never saw you look so well in your life. l only wish could have your photograph taken just as you stand there. Oh, hush! Whats that noise?''
 ''Only Aunt 'Stasia brooming the cat out of the pantry. Quick, Cherry, let us get the pink calico dresses off; she'll be up here neXt.'
 ''Prue, I'm afraid we are doing wrong!' hesitsted pretty Charity Lee.
 Her sister Prudence bit her lip, her aslber-brown eyes flashed beneath their long, curling lasles,
 'IYrong, Cherry Is it wrong to try to look like other giris-to want. once in av1i' e. to get our noeks from under the harrow We came uo Aunt .~tas-a be- cause w. aer. friendIcss orphans and no other relative besides her, s.L~ she has made wretched drudges of us. We have washed and scrubbed and mended and made for her-we've saved her the expense of a hired girl, and we've en- dured her scoldings and snubbings with out word. Uncle Jonathan would take our part if he dared to, but he is in awe of his life of Aunt 'Stasia; and now that she has made up her mind to take city boarders we shall be ground down worse than ever, and I've made up my mind that we will go somel here and see something, with her leave or without!'
 ''It'll be without it," said Cherry, with a shrug of the shonldn"" '4' told you. rrue, that she n,..l woa-l consent to our going to Cis Aliens party.4
 No matter" said prue calmly. aHe'-a going. We've picked 5.rawhe-- -.a- .L the sly and Uncle Jonathan has sold lem for us when he took the June aa.-sr and the spring chickens U5 town. and la has bought us these camDrIc dresseo-I washed, by the way, they weren't quite so vivid a pink, but, dear, old Uncle Jonathan di he best he could-and we've made them mp at odd times; and we'll have one delicious evening of being like ot sr girls -E Tc never have another. ln. rau shall dance the Virginia re- with Calvin Harding?"
 Nonsense. Prue!" cris Cherry. turn ing piukor than the camba- dress which she was now folding away in the crip- pied bureau. with the broken 5rawer handles, which was all that Aunt Sta sia allowed the two girls iI the ay of wardrobe accommodations.
 Let me see. said p-re. We're to cone mp to bed 8t $50. Aunt Stasia doesn't like us to burn too much oil, and she's always glad to get us off early
 'Yes," cried Cherry, clapping her hands.
 |; And we're to dress as softly as two little mice, and we're to slip out on the roof of the shed and jump down on the carpenter bench that Uncle Jona- than is to leave there by mistake; and it's only half a mile to the Allen farm house, if we go across the fields, past the graveyard and the old quarry pit. And, oh! Cherry, won't it be delightful to go to real party and dance to real music, and wear brand-new dresses-not Aunt 'Stasia's hideous dun-colored old things made over?'
 And the two bright-eyed young things hugged and kissed each other in an ec- stasy of happy anticipation. Aunt Sta sia's shrill voice calling up the stair ab- ruptly terminated their castle in the air
 Prudence. Charity! Where be ye? What ye bout? There's the caows comin' up the lane to be milked and the table to be set for supper, and letter from the city boarders to say they're comin' tomorrow mornin'. Step quick, now! We must all be to bed early to- night to get good start in the mornin'" "
 Prue and Charity looked at each other with sparkling eyes; this arrangement chlmed in with their ideas exactly.
 The household tyrant was more exact ing than usual that evening, at least so it seemed. The rooms already put in order for the city boarders had to be gone over again with broom and duster: chickens had to be picked and vege- tables washed and prepared for com pany breakfast; the silver was to be rubbed up and the old Indian blue china dusted anew before the weary slaves were allowed to cease work. And finally, when at last Aunt 'Stasia had disappeared into her own room, like an antiquated spider in its hole, Cherry danced up to where Uncle Jonathan sat in his accustomed splint rocker, staring as hard at the empty chimney-place as if it were full of blazing beech logs, and, taking his face between her two hands, kissed its wrinkled lines.
 ''The dresses are lovely, Uncle Jona- than!' she whispered.
 And P ue, leaning on his chair, laid her fresh cheek against his hair.
 "Is the carpenter-bench all right?" she murnnured in his ear.
 He nodded, while slow smile crept over his Visage.
 But dunno, gals, as it's altogether right to deceive your aunt this-a-way!'' he added, soberly.
 We're not deceiving her, " said Prue. ''sbe hasn't asked us g question about