Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1891-05-29

says he'll give us a thousand dollar
apiece when we've each learned q real
bread-winning, practical trade. He say
it's what every woman Ought to dc
Dora wants to get thousand dollars
get herself a stunning set of diamonds
Con would like to go to Canada with tn
Trelawneys 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. "The,
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, Kitty7" counter as
serted Claire, her soft eyes lighted W
with love. ga thousand dollars! Oh
1 wish 1 could make a thousand dol
larsi'
''I'm going down town every day t.
learn the Graftenburgh SYSTEM" saio
Kitty. II shall have to work three long
endless months before they give me g
diploma; but shall have something to
work for, don't you see2 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.
"Whatw 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 trade. Every
woman should be able to support herself
the same as If she we're man.
This was Uncle Flaxley's hobby. He
trotted it out, he bridled it and saddled
it and rode it perpetually, and the upshot
of it was that the thousand dollar propo-
sition was made and promptly accepted
by his three nieces.
'It's dreadful!" sighed Mrs. Flaxley;
''but of course it is our interest to con-
suit your uncle's wishes in every re-
spect."
"I've always thought should like to
learn dressmaking," said Kitty. One
could clothe ones self at half the ex-
pense. And then thousand dollars, all
Of ones own-think of it."
= 81 know ever so many nice girls who
do.type- writing" said Constantia, tall,
willowy girl, with yellow hair and palIid
skin. eff one must have a trade, I be-
lieye ttee--e's nothing more genteel."
But Theodore, the beauey Of the Flax.
ley family, turned up her nose.
"Such an absurd idea of Uncle Flax
ley's!" said she. ''I'm tolerably de-
cent embroiderer already, and if the
exchange accepts piece of my
work, suppose the old crank will rec
ognize it as a token of being an expert
in that particular trade!'
And as she shut herself up with silks
and satins and several dozen ounces of
rainbow -colored floselle and crewels, to
design a pattern which should take the
world of tapestry BY storm.
Kitty wrcstled bravely With the tech
n1calities of the Graftenburgh system.
Constantine worked diligently at the
clicking marvel of the nineteenth CEN
fury. Theodore was the first to look
back from the plow-handles.
81 hate It'll" said she, pettishly. II
can't make anything out of it! Such
things as my cat-tails
and storks are! I mean to go and see
Philomel Alison about it."
Young Rembrandt Aiison's studio was
far smaller and less picturesque than
that of his compeer, Julian Dover.
He slept on a sofa under the window
of nights, and his sister Philomel, who
kept house for him on the most econ
omical principles, occupied a three
cornered closet at the rear, which she
called bedroom, and which, besides
the cot bed, held exactly two bandboxes,
and a chair with a wash-bowl and pitcher
on it.
She was a skilled embroiderer, and
worked her fnger-ends off, while her
brother, rapt in visions OF Titan and
Buonarotti, stood before his canvas.
"Children, you work too hard, both
of you." said little, old, yellow com
plexioned man, who had once known
their father on the Mexican frontier,
and who came occasionally to the studio,
and viewed them with not unkindly eyes.
ssIt's work or starve, sir, said Alison,
with short laugh.
ssWhat do YOU ask for this picture?"