The Forrest City times., 1891-04-03
AUNT PATIENCE PERKINS,
DY ELLEN sfNcl.Arh . HE Witch of Endor, as true as l live!"

WOulan III the nursery rhymes that rides on broomstick, and sweeps cobwebs from thes Don't tell me- I can't be mistaken Only four feet high-crooked-walks with a gold head cane-and takes snuff every other breath she drawsl It certainly is the Witch of Endor, Milly!"
 Mildred Yorke tried to look grave at her handsome companion, but alto gether without success, as she stood there, leaning against the piano. Mil dred was by no means a stately beauty, and gravity was not her style-she was only brown-eyed, peach-cheeked, little girl of eighteen, with rather q wide mouth, furnished with double row of pearls curly brown hair, and Q trim, piquant figure. And Charley Glenn looked admiringly down at her from the height of his six feet one a-half, as if he fully appreciated all these advantages.
 "I hadn't the least idea who she was, when she got into the railway omnibus, with all her bundles and packages" went on Mir. Glenn; 'but of course she was q woman, and an old one, and that was enough for me; so l helped her in, and tried to be as polite as possible; and you may fancy oat1 ,x.lxn,, ,1, 1A opposite your door with her birdcage, and her flower-pot, and her hali-dozen carpet-bags! And now, Milly, l insist on knowing who she is,'
 "I thought you had definitely made up your mind that she was the Witch of Endor."
 "Oh, there IS no sort ofdoubt about that, you know-but I would like to ascertain the ordinary appellation by which she deceives society,"
 Well, she is Miss Patience Perkins, . sort of second cousin to mamma. Being considerably straitepd in eircum- sstances, she spends her time in visit ing her relations. My sister Evelyn is in despair to think she has settled down upon us for a, three months so- journ: but can't help feeling sorry for the poor old creature"
 Mildred was yet speaking, when the door opened, and a>tall. commanding looking matron entered, dressed in black silk, and wearing on her smooth grey hair thread-lace coiffure. She stopped abruptly, and eyed Mir. Glenn, with n not very favorable glance.
 Mildred. l thought you were alone -I was not aware that Mir. Glenn was with you"
 Mr. Glenn took his hat, and the hint, and departed. while Mrs. Yorke turned reprovingly to Mildred.
 s'My dear, there must be an end of this sort of thing!'
 The rosy blood mounted into Mil dred's cheek; she began nervously play ing with n little turquoise ring on her finger.
 ''What sort of thing. mammal"
 "Mr. Glenn IS very worthy and amiable young man. 1 don't doubt. Mildred; but heis poor--in fact, noth- ing on earth hut clerk--and you really must aspire to a wealthier match."
 But, mamma"
 "My dear, wewon't argue the point" !" said Mrs. Yorke, setting her lips to- geather with that firm contraction that Mildred knew boded no good "I want you to come and help Evelyn about that tulle trimming now--it s such a pity tsat Aunt Patience should ot htr ia,s xra bnsyl'
 Evelyn Yorke. sitting at the window in the midst of cloud of tulle and white ribbon, was very different from her sister. Evelyn was tall, and finely formed, with large imperial black eyes, jet black hair. and naughty mouth "a modern Cleopatra. without the royal tiara.
 '.Where have you been, Mildred?" she asked, petuIantly. s.I am tired to death of being lectured by that horrid little old maidl Thank good ness she's taken herself oil at last"
 ''I.ectured. About what. Evelyng"
 "Oh, she thinks 1t very extravagant for us to dress so handsomely, and go out so much with papa's income, and she has beon giving me her opin- ion on the subject--impertinent old thing!'
 Mildred looked soberly down at the white tullc.
 Fl am not sure but that she is right, Evelyn"
 'Nonscnse'-what m absurd idea! We arc ppor, of ,course-that H, we are not rich--but we will never marry advantageously unless we dress like other girls. Oh. Milly, do so wish we had some rich relation who would leave us ten or twenty thousand pounds! l should like to have as much money as l wanted, just for once."
 "Evelyn." said Mildred, rather ab. gently, .'where has mamma established Aunt Patiencey"
 "I don't know. in tho top chamber at the back, believe
 Not in that dreary little room. with no fireplace and two broken panes of glasss''
 "Why nots--isn't it good enough for her? Besides. there is no other room that can be spared"
 ''That will never do." said Mildred, sprineins up. "she shall have my rOom.n
 "Your rooml And where will you slecp2"
 "in the top chamber. to be sure, Il won't hurt me. Aunt Patience Is old and chilly, and 1t would be cruel to