Thomas County cat., 1890-11-06

lulS SUMMER, Sdlu MIS- w HltDF W ueT
eldest daughter. stylish-looking girl
of nineteen. Il have pinched and con-
trived in every possible way, and yet 1
can hardly make both ends meet"
"But what will every body say of us 2"
answered the daughter.
Every true" replied the mother.
So they went to Saratoga. By what
strategy it was effected we cannot pre-
tend to tell. Some people have way
of cutting down their servants wages,
and of haggling with a seamstress about
the price of days work; and Mrs.
Whitby was one of these. 1t was by
what she called economy, but plain peo
pie call meanness, that she saved the
money for her summer trip. The day
had been fixed for their departure, and
the elder daughter had begun to pack
her trunk, when Mrs. Whitby came in
to the room, with an open letter in her
hand and dismay written on her coun-
tenance.
You might as well put your things
back in their drawers" said the mother.
"Here is letter from your aunt Ellen.
She is sick and out of work as well as
out of money, she says. l declare, it's
too provoking. She has always been a
burden to the family. She might have
married when she was young, and then
your father wouldn't have had to sup.
port her, as he has had to do. half the
time. There was old Mr.. Smith was
dying for her, when she was your age,
and still pretty. But, with her ridic
ulous notions about love and similarity
of tastes she refused him; and now.
without penny, would starve, if it
wasn't for us. And goodness knows,
we've enough to do to take care of our
selves"
But, ma, we can't giveup Saratoga"
said the daughter. We should never
be able to hold up our heads again, if
we do. People will suspect the truth.
We've talked too much about it to stay
at home Besides, 1 told DIR. Burnet
We were going; and he said at once
that he'd meet US there" And she look
ed quite conscious. For DIR. Burnet
was no antiquated physician with a
gray poll and a gold headed cane, but
handsome young man just entering
his profession, and the inheritor of q
competent income. All the girls in the
Whitby set declared him "a love of a
man." He was, in reality, very much
more than this silly term implied, hav-
ing first-rate abilities, high sense of
honor, and a manly character. The
pretty face of Miss Whitby had pleased
him, and he had been showing her con-
siderable attention.
THAT alters the case, said the moth
er, decidedly. "Your aunt must get
somebody else to help her. She's no
right, either, to ask us; we've already
done enough for her. Besides, she'll
get sewing again if she looks out sharp
for it. Of course, it won't do to sit with
her hands folded. 1 wonder what
would become of us all if did it?"
So they went to Saratoga. To have
seen the Whitbys at Congress Hall,
q stranger would have thought they had
not care on earth. Little did people
there imagine the shifts to which Mrs.
Whitby had been driven in order to raise
funds for this expedition. Meantime
DR.. Burnet was hurrying through his
engagements, so that he might follow
a certain pretty face to Saratoga. He
was not one to neglect duty, how
ever; hence, while one or two patients
continued so i'll, he could not persuade
himself that it was right to leave.
But one day after watching little boy
through dangerous illness, he was
drawing on his gloves at his final visit,
when the mother spoke:
Il wish, Doctor, if you could, YOU
would go up stairs and see sick lady.
She has lodged in our front attic these
last two years; you know we let part
of our house out to dodgers. She's a
real lady and has rich relations.
~Rich relations" said the Doctor,
@and she living in o garrett"
We'll, they live in good style and
pretend to be somebody. But they let
her starve almost. She's been out of
work for a long time; the sewing ma
chimes, v1u knoI make it hard for peo-
ple thai&y by the needle; and now,
fear, 81 really hsict p
To- 3; a'ss l''''''s 9''' applied
let the had money, it seems, to go |
to fSaratog."
Whats ust it. If they were starv-
- Themselves there might be some ex-
cnse. Bu people that can afford to go
to Saratopa can surely afford to help
a relation !
Il don't believe Miss Whitby has mad
anything 70 eat for week, except what
I've sent up to her.
what iame did you say?' asked the
Doctor, strange feeling coming over
him.
~Whitb7. She's an own sister to
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