Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1889-04-11
IOnG'S TObOS6an Suit.
BY F. z. II. RAYMOND.


Have it? 7 should think not, in
deed. My mothcr's daughter-and he
minister rugged out like a heather
Indian. 1t does seem as if you had no
sense of the dignity of the family"
81 hayn't-a Bit
"IOne"'
Gospel truth I've heard nothing
but dignity since | can remember, and
I'm sick of it,"
"Well, don't add impcrtinence to
your other shortcomings.
II wish You had never said | could
Join the club. then. l don't see what
ever possessed you; it's terribly indig-
nifed to slide down hill on board at
whirlwind speed"
clone! 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 Lctitia Souter had taken her
dying brothers orphan baby home to
her own stately house, and had devoted
her life since to its rearing and care.
1t is safe to say that she idoilzed the
lovely torment of her lonely spinstcr-
hood, and was, mostly, very indulgcut;
but it is also, quite true that her own
personal whims had much to do with
this indulgence.
"Auntie's character is Just streak
of firm and a 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 to join the Rock Acre To-
bOggan Club this had happened in
"streak OF easy" Now, that the club
had decided to 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 nonc-s) the girl could not buy one
for herself, nor would she have dared
TO wear it if she had.
Poor little lone! she was sorry for
her rudeness TO her aunt-sorry for
herself-sOrry for good many other
things: so, throwing herself down on
the little white bod, 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! its horrid to be naughty.
Kiss me, and say you're sorry"
you sauce-boX! | am sorry to see
you SO silly as to cry over Il bed blank
ct; but there" Giving the osculatory
salute requested), "lets forget the
whole matter. Now, put on your
things, and run over TO Mrs. Maple
sons with that written pattern, prom
ised."
Ione's things were a becoming
plush coat and turbau. and she was
soon equipped, and, with light heart,
departed on her errand.
She was very pretty, with her slen-
der figure, and sweet face aglow with
exercise or, 50, at least, thought 3
stranger, who, with head buried in
coat collar, came striding over the
same footpath 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 n
handsome brow and head. covered with
dark, crisp locks. 1t was only an in
stant'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?"
Laws, yes; but she's in a powerful
fdget."
"Whyp What's the matter?"
''No greet s kin see. 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 sunthn's
set her plumb ag'in him, an she's
sent ter York fer one, rs she heern
tell of, an he's 'spected ter-night;
but why the land sakes he don't come.
beats, me!m
This harangue was brought to a sud-
den end.
"Mirandy! hold your tongue! Who
are you talking to?'
ITO me, Auntic Mapleson-Ione
Soutcr. Shall come up?"
Eyes, dcarie; right away. am very
glad to see you. l was getting so nerv-
Gus"
"And what aboutp"
"Ohl that which Mirandy was ex-
planning. I've had another bad turn,
and know / amt long for this world.
I've sent for "a city lawyer this time, 70
make my testement, and what il
should die before he gets herem
ooh, you won't, Auntie Joan. DOM
be afraid. It's only those who never
make wills who die; careful people don't
SO. if j should ever have anything te
devise and bequeath,' I'd make fresh
testament every New Year 'Twould
be better than a life insurance"
go, Ionyl You make me laugh
miserable as / feel"
Good! Now get on your best bib and
tucker for I've seen your wonde rful
counsellor"
Where. Iony Souter. Tell me this
mirute!'