The Press., 1891-11-19

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 Perhaps you might get a position as iackey or footmans at one of those fine houses where you have been accustomed to lead the cotillon. said the young girl, who was still on her knees crowding things into the trunk with her whole weight. Tor you might teach the com position of rum punch or Welsh rarebit for 3 consideration l"
 ..Or engage with the Mangums as a chef" put in Frank Haydock. "I hear they want one sadly. and Sissy Mangum was very much mashed on you sa year ago. Will You know it is now the fad for heiresses to run away with the coach man. Perhaps you could bring in . rage for chefs "'
 Will you be still? cried Mrs. Ram som, slightly stamping her authoritative foot. What right. Agnes. have you to badger your brother2 You are greater torment to me than all the rest put to- gether, and when your Aunt Anita so kindly offered to receive you for the whole summer at Newport
 "Oh. l couldn't stand Aunt Anita . whole summer" cried Agnes ..She would be throwing me at the heads of all the men despise. And then think of the martyrdom of having to wear my old gowns made over and of hearing people whisper at my back. There is that Aggy Ransom trotted out again, so soon after the family misfortunes, poor Aggyr My aunt's zeal in my behalf is something terrible. No. mamma. am not going to pretend to anything. .9g2he rest of you may as much as you please. am going to enjoy the luxury of being poor and of earning my bread. Papa gave me that little mountain farm as it were by accident He held n mortgage on it, and it came to foreclosure and he bid it in and tossed the deed into my lap for a birthday present. because weshad been together up there on horseback many time and had taken 8 fancy to the place, and now 1t is mine and am going to live there where shall hear nc nnfeeling worldly tongues whispering behind my back. There is nothing foz poor Aggy Ransom to do but to sell her self to the highest bidder.
 'And what is therew cried Frank Hay dock, furtively twanging stringof hif banjo
 "To raise butter and eggs and spring chickens, to sell milk and cream and peddle berries and fresh vegetables"
 Mrs. Ransom put her hands over hel ears, and her face wore the expression oi a tragic mask. Don't tell me; won't listen to 1t" she cried. "You are mad, obstinate, self willed girl. but yon are oi age, and l cannot personally restrain you. Good Godi the idea of your ped ding butter and eggs"
 'Yes, and fresh straw-ber-ries, cried Agnes, letting out her voice in g long, musical street cadence. You will be glad, mamma, of some of my garden truck for your own table, and l shall not be mean. You may count on my dividing with you part of the profits of the farm" $s-
 Profits" cried Mrs. Ransom, with an accent of scorn. You, mere baby, to think of setting yourself up in business. and without means. My only consoia- ion is in thinking you will soon fail ignominiously; but if you do. mind don't look to me for penny"
 "No, nor for silver groat. mamma. Happily, have resources of my own. have sold all my trinkets in town for a good sum. Your last maid managed the business for me, and did 1t very we'll She has good head. No, mamma; burn my ships behind me, and look henceforth only to my good right arm.
 The Ransom family were late sleepers and had cultivated those habits of lux ury and indulgence which establish a nine o'clock breakfast as the proper or der of things in wealthy house. Mrs. Ransom was glad to bury her troubles in slumber, and the young men had neither business nor pleasure to call them up early. The household had been placed on the footing of two donlestics, old wornout pensioners of the family, who were notoriously slow and '.poky" In their movements. The gardeners had all been dismissed save one inefficient lad, who also ofdciated as stable and err rand boy, and the grounds were growing up to weeds and bushes. The plants had all been sold out of the greenhouses, and there was only one old hack left in the extensive stables. an animal no one cared to bid off at the horse auction. At six in the morning the house was still pro foundly silent. The chamber occupied by Agnes was on the eastern side of the great mansion, and a red dawn had filled her room with rosy gleams and re- factions. She was up before Ave and had dressed herself in one of her old yachting suits-a dark blue serge, loose in the waist, short to the neat boot top, and belted tliinly around the slender form A sailor hat surmounted the rich waves of gold brown hair out of which she had vigorously brushed all the curl and crimp possible. and had twisted in a close Greek coil at the back of her head, showing the pearly ear and the classic profile, delicate, finely cut eyebrow, forehead and straight nose. the proud nostril, the beautiful curve of the lip and softly rounded chin, all decisive, clear, not colored pink and red, but with a glowing undertone. caught from the dark gold of the hair. where 1t waved in little feather dresses around the ear and brow. The hazel eye had a gleam of spirit and dash in it, dancing arch light, under curled lashes, and the form was supple and light in it's vigorous. healthful perfection
 She stood there ill the early light draw ing on pair of old gloves and ready to depart But first she would take leave of her old life. She opened the door sof her closet and looked Ut her gowns hang ing in rows-the dimsy ball dresses of light. fluffy lace and gauge. the silks and satins with elbow sleeves and. corsage knots and rich ribbons and bead orna- ments The lovely little wraps. down trimmed and furred. all the exquisite arrangements of young woman of fashion. belle and favorite in the gay world. Then she softly opened the drawers of her dressing table and cabinet one by one and just glanced at the light gloves. dozens of pairs, some of them long to cover the whole arm. of pale lay-
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