Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1891-06-05

SyP0"LitAng. OnI you may well loo
amazed! It's all Uncle Flaxley. q
says he'll give as thousand dollar
apiece when we've each learned a real
bread-winning, practical trade. He say
It's what every woman ought to dc
Dora wants to get thousand dollars {
get herself stunning set of diamonds
Con would like to go to Canada with tn
Treiawneys next year, and don't tel
anyone, please, Claire and Julian-bu
| shall give mine to Rembrandt Alison
SO that he can go to Paris and study i,
the Louvre"
"Good!" cried Julian Dover. ether
It's really true that you are engaged
Kitty, Kitty, an artists wife is a first
class martyr!''
can artists wife is the happiest crea
ture in the world, Kitty2' counter as.
serted Claire, her soft eyes lighted ur
with love. "a thousand dollars! Oh.
L wish could make a thousand dol.
lars!"
'I'm going down town every dav to
learn the Graftenburgh system" said
Kitty. Il shall have to work three long.
endless months before they give me a
diploma; but I shall have something to
work for, don't you see? And now
good-by! I'm off for Graftenburgh's!"
Uncle Elimelech Flaxley walked
around the house of his cousins widow.
with his hands hooked under his coat
tails, and his blue spectacles balanced on
the bridge of his nose, peering into
everything, criticising everything, and
finding fault with everything.
Mrs. Peter Flaxley smiled at all his
comments. In her eyes his conduct was
perfect.
''What!' Uncle Flaxley had cried,
''three girls, and not one of 'em taught
to earn her living! That's no way to
bring up family, sister Annabel. Every
woman should have a trade. Every
woman should be able to support herself
the same as if she we're a man.
This was Uncle Flaxley's hobby. He
trotted it out, he bridled it and saddled |
it and rode it perpetually, and the upshot
ot 1t was that the thousand dollar propo- |
'ition was made and promptly accepted
~ his three nieces.
''It's dreadful!" sighed Mrs. Flaxley:
but of course it is our interest to con
ult your uncles wishes in every re-
pect."
GIVE always thought should like to
earn dressmaking," said Kitty. One
ould clothe ones self at half the ex-
'ense. And then thousand dollars, all
+ ones own-think of it."
81 know ever so many nice girls who
o type-writing, said Constantia, tall,
'lllowy girl, with yellow hair and pallid
kin. eff one must have trade, I be-
eve there's nothing more genteel."
But Theodore, the beauty of the Flax I
~ family, turned up her nose. s
''Such an absurd idea of Uncle Flax
'y's!' said she. "Pm tolerably de- /
ent embroiderer already, and if the
oman's exchange accepts piece of nv s
ork, l suppose the old crank will rec
gnize it as token of being an expert j
| that particular trade!' 7
And as she shut herself up with silks
I'd satins and several dozen ounces of i
ow-colored floselle and crewels, to r
esign pattern which should take the t
orld of tapestry by storm. F
Kitty wrcstled bravely with the tech
calities of the Graftenburgh system. v
onstantlna worked diligently at the q
licking marvel of the nineteenth CEN
ry. Theodore was the first to look {,
Ick from the plow- handles. 8
II hate it" said she, pettishly. fI
MT make anything out of it, Such g
ooden-looking things as nv cat-tails
d storks are! mean to 60 and see W
lilomel Alison about it," h.
Young Rembrandt Alison's studio was
: smaller and less picturesque than F
at of his compeer, Julian Dover. g
He slept on sofa under the window
nights, and his sister Philomel, who pc
pit house for him on the most econ
lical principles, occupied a three tn
-nered closet at the rear, which she tn
led bedroom, and which, besides 70
: cot-bed, held exactly tive bandboxes, re
/ a chair with a wash bowl and pitcher We
it.
She was skilled embroiderer, and tn
rked her fnger-ends off, while her ha
'ther, rapt in visions of Titan and CT
onarotti, stood before his canvas. TIL
'Children, you work too hard, both
YOU" said a little, old, yellow COM crl
xioned man, who had once known ma
If father on the Mexican frontier, tbs
who came occasionally to the studio,
viewed them with not unkindly eyes. ric
Its work or Starve. sir" said Alison pal