Telegram-herald., 1890-05-02

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moving Perhaps for heK too taere
we're hi-s q EsGlAh WAXING above tna
DARK unIntelhEiols world for her too
" hAE l. i.s sSld . peasant elSAr
voice a. heF eloo~.
The sunrise"
Ally pespe1 oar. ~Ob. it Is nioe. Bas
rs horribly chilly, Come 70 breakfast,
Charlotte. dear
Down Ii the bright little breakfast
room Mrs. NcIBtyrs = as waiting, seated
BY tie IRE 10 her worn selvet easy chair.
the eat eurlsd up Al hsr feet. sad her
soft white fingers busy with that ever
lasting cloud OF white netting. Miss
Nane, who never sat On chair carled
herself up On the rug az her feet, and
put her head on her lap.
The fire is pleasant this chilly morn
ing, isn't il, Charlotte removing, with
SOFT Inotherly little touches and pats, the
obnoxious curl papers SONS Of the
gentlemen might call before breakfast Is
over. nay dear.
so they might" The word fred her
blood Is the sound Of the trumpet does
the trained racers. She stretched her
long lazy limbs and got up. Truth Is.
ought never 70 show except at night
Even Ally with her baby complexion
don't light up as well as ! do. Don't
blush, child, whenever one speaks os
you. By the time you have been through
as many seasons as have, you'll talk Of
your own points as though yoa were a
horse" with bitter laugh, that had a
stihed sob underneath.
Sometimes Miss Vana when in a good
humor, was as gay and brilliant with
them as though they had been gentle
men. She told queer. cynical stories Of
her seasons az New Orleans, Havana, or
Paris. out of which, however, all vicious
meaning was purged in respect 70 the
innocence Of the little bread and butter
girl, as she called Ally. But today she
was silent. ate rayenously, cast furtive
gloomy glances over at Alice's lovsble
little face, soft brown hair. neither CHG
noned nor duffed, and fresh morning
dress. These people were altogether gen
uine and fresh; it was that which puz-
zled and irritated her. They had known
great trouble. Would nothing break
their CHEEKY. bright calm? When Char
lotte had visited Virginia before, the
Mcintyre estate was as large as a Ger
man principality; now they were wretch
edly poor.
Alice, after various mental pokes TO
rouse Hiss Vane. gave it up. Have you
decided. mamma, about my blue sill.?''
Charlotte pricked up her ears at the
first mention Of dress. That store Of
old lace you had put by for Ally-I heard
the soldiers tore it into rags before your
eyes"
Mrs. Mcintyre nodded and stroked
pussy gently. Yet she did grow pale
Don't bring ghosts, even of old lace,
to the breakfast table," cried Ally,
quickly.
But the idea Of merino at ball, Al
ice!' solemnly. "You don't understand,
child. And yet you sit here and do moth
ing!
What could we do, Charlotte? The
lace was torn into shreds-perfect
shreds. assure you!"
"Who talks Of lace?" vehemently.
"You and your mother are in want, act
4 ual want. You have culture, both Of
you, fine taste and shrewd wit. Why do
you not use them to help yourselves and
/ the world?
Mrs. McI7tyre's face deepened in
color, but she did not speak.
I'm sure, Charlotte, piped Ally with
g nervous quiver, Il do not wish MAN.
ma to want. I'd teach music if anybody
would learn; but only know two pieces
and they're out of date. can embroider
very nicely
"YCur cousin cannot mean that we
should be sempstresses, Alice" quietly
'Sempstresscs yes. Anything that
would give a place in the world. wish,
God knows. that had no fortune, that
| might do something TO justify my
right to i've" cried Miss Vane. who was
cow fully mounted on her last hobby.