Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-04-08
ANNAPOLIS WEDNESDAY EVENING, APRIL
PLOTTING FOR A FORTUNE.

Miss Angeline Dufour was making up
her mind that it was of no use 10 keep on
teaching.
In this nineteenth century women go
forth into the world TO seek their fortunes
as well as men. Miss Dufour was emil
nently dissatisfied with her position in
life. Therefore she meant to better it.
Il hate teaching she said. Il hate
work of any sort. If l could come across
husband who would be able to keep me
in comfortable style should get rid of
all this tedious labor and drudging.
was never intended to waste the bloom of
my youth in hearing horrid little boys
spell, and hammering the rule of three
into the heads of stupid girlsl"
And Miss Dufour's looking glass, re-
fecting back her sparkling blue eyes,
wavy brown locks, and complexion Of
mingled rose and pearl, told much the
same story.
But girl who teaches school six hours
a day and lives in dull boarding house
on the shady side of dull street during
the rest of her time. is not apt To form a
very large circle in social life; and so,
when vacation time came, Angeline was
very willing to accept the invitation of
Juliet Mills, the young cashier of Third
avenue restaurant, and accompany her to
her home among the Berkshire Hills.
OF course, said Miss Mills, it's not
an elegant place. You won't expect that.
We are working people out there. But
you'll have plenty to eat, gallons of new
milk to drink, fresh country air to
breathe, and a warm welcome, / can
guarantee that"
Is there any society out there?" said
Angeline anxiously.
Do you mean young men?" counter
questioned Juliet. well, not much.
There's my brother Andrew-and Doug
las Steele, who runs the machinery in
the kid glove factory-and the young
minister who has consumption, and
and-well, really can't think of any
one else just now.
Angeline laughed.
"Oh, well, said she, "I dare say
shall enjoy it. certainly shall if you
are there with me, you darling Juliet.
The Berkshire Farm was quiet, maple
shaded old place. Mrs. Mills was
motherly dame, and brother Andrew was
a tall, brown com plexioned young fellow
with teeth like freshly cut slice of
cocoanut and eyes that sparkled roguishly
under their long lashes.
Hell do, said Miss Dufour to herself,
after she had spent "a hours under this
hospitable roof Hell have this nice
farm some day-and it seems he owns
half share in the big slick mill down in
the woods. His manners haven't the
regular city polish (and her thoughts
reverted with regret to certain natty
little clerk in Third avenue drug store,
who wore his hair parted in the middle
and smelled of cheap cologne) "but he
seems very intelligent and agreeable.
And anything is better than that school
teaching drudgery!" But when she
limited something of this to Juliet, Juliet
shook her head.
1Its of no use, said she. "Myra
Grover has got first mortgage ON him,
I'm afraid
"A what?" said Miss Dufour.
"A first mortgage, " said Juliet. "Don't
you understand He's spoons on Myra.
don't suppose they're exactly engaged,
but it amounts to almost the same thing.
I'm SORRY" she added frankly. "for
Myra's simpering, insipid little thing,
and you would have suited me deal
better for sister in law"
But don't you think" began An
geline, and then she laughed and colored
and relapsed into silence.
"Yes, do think, said Juliet, compre-
hending in an instant. ~And perhaps it
can be done. AT all events, dear, well
try"
Little did Myra Grover, shelling peas
for her old fathers dinner under the
honeysuckle twined porch of her home,
imagine what baleful compact was at
that moment being formed against her
peace of mind. She sung cheerily at her
work, and thought of Andrew Mills, and
the future, and all the rose colored
dreams that come so naturally to girl
of IS.
Il must go down, she thought, ITO call
upon the New York young lady who has
come back with Juliet. 1t wouldn't be
polite to neglect her. Andrew laughs at
her-he calls her artificial and affected.
But he thinks her pretty--of that l am
very certain. And they tell me she gets
5000 a year for teaching school Oh,
dear, wish / had any way of earn
ing 5000 yearl My poor little trade
brings me so small a sum.
In the meantime Angeline and Juliet
set themselves steadily to besiege the
fortress of Andrew Mills's honest heart
but without perceptble progress at first.
II don't see how you can help losing
your heart to her, Andrew" said Ju-
het reproachfully. Isn't she pretty?n
@Yes, very" admitted the young
farmer.
And agreeable?"
Undoubtedly she is. "
"A thousand times more attractive
than Myra Grover ?"
There may be a difference Of opinion
as to that" laughed Andrew. ~Myra is
little wild snow drop. Miss Dufour is
a gaudy tulip.
Juliet colored and bit her lip.
-Oh, she cried, how easily you men
are imposed upon. Your Myra-"
stop minute, Juliet. She isn't NV
Myra yet.
I'm only speaking generally" impa-
tiently uttered Miss Mills. @Myra Gro
yer, then, if it pleases you better. She's