The Hot Springs star. (Hot Spings [Hot Springs], Dakota [Dakota Territory, i.e. S.D.]) 1886-189?, 1890-07-18

SIN sure can't eat . mouthful.s
said Mrs. Phil, despairingly. and the
biscuits I mixed myself, and the fried
chicken, and the white mountain cake
Don't fret, DEAR said Phil; my
Aunt Medley has missed . very good
supper, that I can tell her."
sBnt I have blighted your future"
said Mira. Barrow. trsgicatly seizing the
sugar tongs.
see the old lady," soothed Phil. "She
must surrender il she sees you,
WHEY"
Phebe chuckled grimly.
"That's all very WE'LL" said she, shut
You forget that an old lady and a young
man don't look at . girl with the same
eyes,
Hold your tongue, Phebe," said the
mill superintendent. whats the use
of always croaking?"
And then Mrs. Phil began to laugh,
and Phebe, who after her grabbed
fashion was fond of her pretty sister-in-
law, laughed too, and after all the
ss"AsACs AAeUA0 ouPPoS was cdteu utiu c!l-
joyed, even though Aunt Nedley's face
was s~teadfastly turned toward Con
cord.
Her own fireside had never seemed SO
solitary and dreary " it did upon that
long December nj ht.
The maids, gossiping in the kitchen.
were called upon to rekindle the dead
fire. The tea, smoky and hall cold,
was served, and Mrs. Medley was Just
resolving to go to bed, when Betsy
brought a letter.
"Postman, mum; he left it a week
ago." said she. at had fell back of the
letter-box."
"AhT said Mrs. Medley, fitting OIL
her spectacles and scrutinizing the seal
and direction. sfrom Sylvia Gray. Now
i shall have some one to love in Philips
place."
But she had not read three lines be.
fore she threw the letter Indignantly on
the sulking fire.
"Married!" she exclaimed. That
child! Is everybody crazy to geG mar
ried, I wonder! And she hopes I'll ex.
| cuse her, but her husband thinks-folly
and nonsense! What is her husband
to me2 Betsy, my chamber CANDLE"
Bless me, madam" said Betsy, "what
has happened?"
Everything" said Mrs. Medley. "Do
not call me tomorrow morning, even il
it is New Years day. I almost wish /
could go to sleep and sleep forever"
And Mrs. Medley, in the silence and
solitude Of her own room, fell to think
ing to what charitable institution she
could leave her money.
With Solomon of old she could earn
estly have cried: vanity, all is vanity!"
II loved Philip" she said, "and I had
set my heart on Sylvia Gray-and such
Q match it would have been"
Next day was New Years, and Mrs.
Medley, having announced that she was
going to Hampden to see her nephew,
had not received any callers. She was
therefore sitting somewhat disconso-
lately at her luncheon, with her cock
atoo on one side of her and her poodle
on the other, when Betsy opened the
door.
"Please ma'am," said Betsy, scom.
pany."
"Betsy," said Mrs. Medley, severely,
did I not tell you I would not receive
company to-day?"
@Please ma'am," giggled Betsy, she
would come in."
"Who would come in?" said Mrs.
Medley.
ats me, Aunt Medley" said Philip
Barrow, "and my wife. Don't be
vexed."
The tall young mill superintendent
came in with his pretty wife hanging
on his arm.
wont you kiss me, Aunt Nedley?"
said Mrs. Phil, putting up her rosebud
lips, "for my mothers sake?"
sEh?" said Mrs. Medley.
Didn't you get my letter." said
Philips wife.
"Letter"
Mrs, Medley was more convinced
than ever now that she was asleep and
dreaming.
II wrote you all about it," said Mrs.
Phil. Don't youSnowl am Sylvia
Gray. I met Phil when he came out
to Denver to look at thenew mill ma
chinery, and he would be married i'm.
mediately. He said he was sure you
would forgive him. Will you forgive
him, Aunt Medley, as o New Years
gift?"
Eyes. my dear. I WILL" said Mrs.
Medley, her face frightening up like a
full moon peering through the mist
wreaths. "But why didn't they tell
me that yon were Sylvia Gray?"
Phillip wanted to surprise you," said
Sylvia, hanging her head.
well. he has surprised me-" said
\ Mra Nod1ov
She went to Hampden with the mill
superintendent and his wife, and slept
in the pretty pink and white bedroom
which Sylvia had prepared for her
with SO much pains; and she praised
Sylvia's chicken salad and prune pies,
and she even condescended to approve
Of Phebe's half completed co~unterpane,
for life was all Colour lie rose to her
now.
Il is a great thing for a woman of
Mrs. Nedley's age to have her own
way.
siberian M0rr0rs.
Count Langowski, of Detroit, Mich,
has had an experience of Russian afro.