New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-08-09

arrange everything"
There was time TO arrange everythng-time
even for Nlarthy s. TO call on the futile family,
ostenslby as delegate from the entire respectable
portion OF the neighborhood, and demonstrate WIN
Mrs. Iutte for letting her daughter go into for
eign parts. They had all heard of Paris, Marthy
D. said. 1t was place where every woman was
bad and every man worse She suggested for the
hundredth time that if Rowcny must still continue
to learn to paint, though il she bad common facu-
ties she must knew how by this time, then,
That she take lessons OF that woman who came out
TO the corners on purpose to teach girls like Ro-
weny.' And this woman was known to paint
hollyhoclSs beyond everything
Mrs. Tuttle listened with pale and patient face
10 all this talk. But her cheeks burned when
| Marthy S. incidentally remarked that everybody
thought that 4" if Roweny could have caught that
Borston Teller that pretended to want her. there
neverd ben no talk bout goip to Paris TO learn
to paint"
Thus the 'dressn:.kcr kindly related to the
Tuttles the prevailing gossip. and the Turtles suf
| fercd therefrom.
| When ROwena informed Miss Phillips of the
good fortune which had befallen her through
Allestree's commentator, she looked with uncon-
| troilahle suspicion at that lady But Miss Phil.
llpps bore her look with a perfectly innocent air
She did not seem TO sec it, And it was not until
midsummer that she wrote that she had made
up her mind to go abroad with Rowena. She
had long been thinking Of going again, and when
| could she hope to he so happy in making
the journey in such company
| Mrs. Tuttlc felt a load lifted from her heart
at this news 1t had been dreadful to her that
her daughter should CO. still more dreadful that
she should go alone in the care of some stranger.
Before this proposition of Allestree's. Miss Phil.
| lipps had asked thai the girl might spend part
| of the summer with her, but now she said il was
no more than just that the mother should have
her.
Frequent letters, brief but telling, came hurry
| ing out to the remote hamlet from the mountains
and the seaside. Rowena read them eagerly
| Everything seemed unreal 10 her now. She used
TO ask the terrier if he were her own terrier or
| if he would suddenly vanish He replied by not
| vanishing
The girl and the dog would walk down that
road where they had walked with Keats Bradford
when that gentleman had been so irritatingly
| treated by both the girl and the dog. In these
walks the girl would recall that the gentleman
had been very forbearing. She would also recall
some of the glances which had come from his
eyes. Whether MarmadulIe also thought of Brad
ford it was impossible TO tell; if he did so. the
memory did not in the least interfere with his
| brisk cheerfulness of demeanor. A terrier may be
VI lONc, Dub ne is never sentimental
But do not let it be understood that ROwena
spent much time in yielding TO sentiment in these
! days. She had too many other occupations. BY
Allestree'S advice she did not touch her brushes
and paints But she began a struggle with the
| French language and this struggle begun
and carried on alone during those quickly flying
weeks of summer, it was bewildering to an extent
| that terrified her. She had heard French
words spoken by Miss Phillips; they had rolled
so glbly off that ladys facile tongue that Rowena
had been pleased with them.
AS the girl had quick mind and an erviabe
share Of resolution, she soon acquired good idea
of the forms Of verbs and genders when she saw
the words written down. But afterward she
| hardly knew il this arduous effort Of much
| benefit
1t became nOised through Middle Village. and
| even beyond the Corners that Hiram Tuttle's
daughter not only going to some outlandish
place about that painting notion of hers, but that
she was actually trying to learn TO talk in some
outlandish tongue; just as if our own talk want
good enough for her."
BE you really learnin to talk foreign" in.
quired George Warner with some awe one evening
when the two girls were walking arm in arm on
| the road between their two homes. George had
| entirely recovered from the illness caused by her
lovers disposition to yield to the Establishments
| of Mary Jane Jewett She was now III the full
| tide of the production of marvellous wedding bed
| quilts. She rarely cOnversed upon any topic not
connected with her things, or with the goodness
of Jim Townshend.
This question concerning Rowenas studies was
put as a concession TO Georges interest in one who
was not even engaged, and who only going
to Paris. George felt that her friend getting
very odd but her love for her lid not abate. She
always made it point to " stand up" Loyalty for
Rowena if any one spoke the slightest derogatory
word. She had even gone SO far to refuse 10
have Marthy s put single stitch into single
| one of her things" The result Of this decision
was that the story of Jim Townshend's infatuation
with Miss Jewett was disseminated over fright
ful extent of country, and many people were led
| TO believe that this infatuation now at
its height, and that the Warner girl insisted upon
holding on to Mr.. Townshend. notwithstanding
that gentleman's pronounced desire not to be held
| on to.
In answer to Georges question, Rowena replied
that she had begun to try TO learn French, but she
found she could not do much without teacher.
George had about the same horror of French as
language that she felt toward champagne as a
. wine. They both expressed to her the height of
absolute wckedness.
one could not help shuddering somewhat at her
trends reply. Then it was true.
nope you know best" she remarked. And
she began to describe the pattern OF some crochet
edgln which was to be the GROWING glory of
white morning dress
Rowena did not know what became of the days
AS the summer advanced, the girls feeling of
shrinking and of regret became stronger and
stronger. 1t seemed to her that she sat for whole
hours looking at her mother as she went back and
forth In the house about her work. She helped
in the work with eager desire to do all she
| could.
She now was continually thinking Of that mo-
ment when She should put her arms around her
mothers neck Tor the last time before she began
the journey. She almost came TO believe that