The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1890-03-21

would have been annoyed; as it was she
met his idea of well-bred woman per.
fectly.
1--WE will go in the morning." she said,
quietly; ''one's ideas are so much clearer
than in the heat of the day."
Meantime far less peaceful scene was
being enacted in Mrs. Stanford's dining
room; the postman had come just as they
were gathered there for dinner, and Mrs.
Stanford read the letter from her brother
g Mercy on us!'' she gasped, ''you can
never guess the news"
"Wh can it be, mamma, why, you actu-
ally look faint" Mrs. Stanford had not yet
put on her evening complexion.
Your Uncle Harvey is married; but that
ISN'T all of it, was the answer.
luarriedr" echoed Lilly, ''it must be mat
'imony is a catching disorder, but to whom?
didn't suppose he had looked at woman
,ince Aunt Matte died" Pardon the ex-
ravagance, but a society young lady must
lave some latitude of expression.
Well, he has looked at one to some pur-
',ose, 1t seems,' replied Mr.. Stanford, dis
nally; ''you remember that homely girl
that waited on you the other day at Nine
Arnots?"
"That sItop-girln' cried Lilly.
The has married her on one days acquaint-
lnce. knew that Harvey Falconer was a
living monument of oddity, but this beats
very thing" and she read the letter aloud.
Mr.. Stanford laughed heartily "Harvey
5 original, at any rate" he said, helping
himself to the toast, which in the excite
lent was being neglected.
"What shall we do!' sighed Mrs. Stan
ord; "the miserable story will get out in
pite of us.'
''Cut Harvey off with shilling" sug-
'ested Mr.. Stanford, facetiously; his
ecord was truly American, having risen to
lis present position from being a bare foot
oy in the streets of New York. consequent
y his sympathies were with the working
'cOple, and he saw no particular disgrace
II the fact that Harvey had married one Of
hem.
''Do be sensible, Mr.. Stanford" said his
wife, rather snappishly.
''Then 1 say. in all seriousness, that you
had better follow your brothers. advice,
md make the best of it," he resumed, quiet
". "Harvey's head is pretty generally
evel, and I'll dare venture he has not been
AIKEN in by any frothy-headed giglet, and
f-you lake her up, and make the most of
her, she may prove IL perfect lion in society;
likely to be rs any other way, for you
now Dame Grundy dearly loves ro-
nance"
''She seemed very ladylike and quiet that
ay,'' said Lilly, coming over to her fathers
itand-point, as she invariably did.
But she may come of some coarse, hor-
rid family, that will be continual draw
'ack to her." Mrs. Stanford was de-
ermined to see all the dark shades in the
picture.
Not necessarily" replied Mr.. Stanford.
IL have known wretchedly poor people to
hold over their richer neighbors in lntelli-
renee and refinement"
"Well, hope it may be so," sighed Mrs
: .anford. "Of course her life at Mme
tnots has brought her in contact with
cople of wealth and culture, so that she
ill have some ideas of style"
81 noticed that he used choice language,
and expressed herself remarkably well,"
,aid Lilly. "Much better than Nine. Arnot,
who in her anxiety to be genteel does slash
the Kings Engl sh cruelty at times; for in
stance, when she talks about patron hats
Tor pattern hats, and other mistakes equal.
ly ridiculous. You will visit them while
am at the mountalEs. she spoke, lnqulr-
,ngly.
eyes, I suppose so." replied Mrs. Stan
ford, hesitatingly.
"A little help from you at the first may
ne of great benefit to her." suggested Mr..
stanford, kindly. '1t's done, and it re-
mains for us to make the best of it, and if
on can coach her up in some of the points
nat women are so particular about, no
doubt she'll come out all right"
Perhaps you are right" Mrs. Stanford
replied. more cordially than she had yet
poken; she loved to be looked up to as au-
lority in society matters. '.If she is teach
Bile and intelligent it may not be so bad.
'.fter all. but ,vnat a freakp"
If people would only follow the Stanfords
proposed example, and make the best of
hngs in this vexing whirlo of life, what a
world of trouble would be saved, but the
most of US fret and worry, beating our
yings against the inevitable, to the prema-
are development of crows feet and gray
airs. Perhaps this is distinctly Amer
can trait, and traceable in some degree to
Iyspeptic pie and other indigestlble stuffs;
,owever that may be, we could protitably
'xchange some of our excessive ability for
worrying for a little of the German stolid-
~, or the French elasticity, zud be hap
per and more agreeable Nation.
This is your choice, then, Mrs. Fal-
'onera" They were standing before two
elegantly-framed pictures in popular
trusts studio; one, a wonderful piece of
oloring in the Yellowstone Park the other
sunset in the Alps, "a rare gem, the pur-
lie tips of the mountains, the tops of the
all trees, and even the shrubs which
,ringed the brook in the valley tipped
with hazy pink tint from the setting sun,
which gave bewitching effect.
Isabel had never had the privilege of ex.
rcising her taste in the selection of expen-
we pictures before, and she enjoyed the
ovel experience hugely.
YES" she replied, with enthusiasm, sit
asts my eyes to look at it, and am sure
liss Stanford will like it.''
Mr.. Falconer said a fe w words to the art
st, and the picture was taken from the
asel and paid for.
Mr.. Falconer watched his wife at Nine.
Lorand's with great satisfaction; she gave
er orders in quiet, concise manner, and
nth the air Of one who understood herself
erfectly, and knew exactly what she
ranted; in decided contrast to fussy
'reature of the vulgar rich class, who kept
ne counter in ferment with her conflict
lg orders. ,. .
lsabel had often wished that she might
ave the opportunity of choosing one cos
lme for herself, without the necessity of
ounting the dollars spent in it's construc-
ION, and now with the prospect of half
ozen before her and no limits as to ex-
pense, she made out her programme at
home, carefully studying her own needs and
style to nicely. .- ..-,
The shop-woman who took her measure
and orders perceived at once that her Gus
;omer was lady of artistic tastes, and
waited upon her with pleased alacrity
What would she think if she knew that only