Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1890-06-13
was something in Uncle Deemer's pale


all, Aunt Anastasia was my very own
grandaunt, and Pm quite sure she was
willing. l could read it in her eyes.
She was girl once, and l know she
liked parties"
But Stacy had not calculated for all
that followed. Uncle Deemer was an
old man and very feeble, and the
shock was too much for him. He took
to his bed. A physician was sent for,
who shook his head and looked un-
utterable things.
"Something on his mind, said he.
"It's Aunt Anastasia," faltered
Stacy; "and it's all my doing. II
sold family portrait that he is
especially fond Of"
acct it back again, at all hazards" !"
said the doctor. 81 can't fight disease
as long as all the mental forces are
against me-"
"Do you think he'll die?' said
trembling Stacy.
81 hope not" said the man of
medicine.
For the first time in her life Stacy
went to New York, to interview the
picture dealer. The picture-dealer was
sweeter than milk, smoother than oil I;
but it was beyond his power he said to
help her. The picture was already
hanging in the private collection, No.
- Fifth Avenue.
''Can go there?' said Stacy.
"Well Il suppose you can,"
doubtfully observed the picture
dealer. "But l don't believe it will
do any good"
Stacy, however, was resolute in try
ing to undo the mischief she had done.
She went straight to No. =, Fifth
Avenue.
az have called alb ut a portrait"
said she. ga Gilbert Stuart, The
Lady With the Pearls"
The butler eyed her closely. She
had no leather bag in her hand, nor
did she appear like solicitor of sub
scriptions.
"I'll ask MASTER" said he.
"Take him my card" said Stacy,
loftily. "Miss Deemer of Roslyn
Hail."
The butler showed her into recep-
tion-room with crimson Grape curtains
festooned between pink marble col
umns and great, grinning Japanese
idol in old ivory and cloisonnee, and
departed noiselessly.
Presently another footstep crossed
the threshold.
"Miss Deemer."
Stacy uttered little cry.
ooh, Mr.. Vavasor, is it you? Oh,
please. l want my grandaunt back
again, and here is the picture-man's
check. i haven't even cashed it, you
see."
"But," said Mr.. Vavasor, looking
with artistic admiration at the sun
shine glinting on her golden hair,
the shifting light in her wonderful
blue eyes, "I don't think l quite un-
derstand."
And then Stacy, blushing and en-
barrassed, made her confession. Poor
little wrong headed, impulsive Stacy.
"I didn't know uncle Deemer was
so fond of her," murmured she, cor
never would have sold her. And
please, may have her back"
Il don't think you realize, Miss
Deemer, how much value that 'Gil-
bert STUART" hesitated Vavasor.
"Oh, but she's my ancestress," !"
urged Stacy. "And she was my
namesake, and people say | am like
her, and when sold her l sold the
luck of Roslyn. Please, please" cried
Stacy, wringing her poor little hands,
''let me have her back"
"On one condition only" said Mr..
Vavasor. Stacy looked terrified.
"That you allow me to give you that
party. You are to supply the old hall
for dancing and the evergreens, and l
am to send down the music and the
supper, and mind, you are to give me
the very first dance of all"
Stacy clapped her hands.
"And sha'nt have 10 recall the
invitations after ALL" said she. ''Oh,
how splendid it will be! If only Uncle
Deemer gets betterl"
Uncle Deemer did get better, dating
from the dav when the colbert