Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1891-10-07
THE SELF-SAME DIAMOND.

The evening after the party. What
an impression of confusion worse con-
founded" accompanies the wordsi
Mr.. Bavard had eaten half-cold
breakfast, served By sleepy maid at
an undraped table, and hurlisd off 10
bis business.
The drswlngroo floor was still
covered with stray knots Of ribbon.
withered ro5ebuds, hairpins and slipper
rosettes; the closed dining room door
concealed the relics of the late supper,
which, by Thrifty bargain driven by
Mrs. Bsyard, were to be be "taken
back" as far as practicable by Each
inetti, the confectioner.
The glittering barley-sugar castle
which decorated thu centre of the table
had been on its third evening. The
pair OF maclTo)n pyramids at either
end were week old, and, with their
delicate tips of frosted sugar, had been
much admired by NJ. Fachinetti's var
iOus customers; and the piece de resist
ance of candied fruit at the left would
have been perfect if Dick Frsmiey, the
artist, had not been thoughtless
enough to take a glistening apricot
from its side for Miss DarroW'5 supper
plate, thereby causing a collapse
OF the entire structure, as we'll as
much thOughtle5s mlrth TO the young
people.
''Of course" sighed Mrs. Bavard,
'Fachinetti wi charge me for the en-
tire piece, although his people could
easily build 1t up again. Fachinettl
always takes advantage of onel And
no matter what you girls say, l never
will ask young Framley tn one OF my
evenings again. The Officious brutel
Why couldn't he have left things to the
waiters3 They had orders to let the
fancy pieces alone. Was there
nothing good enough for Gwendolins
Darrow without running the fruit
piecs?''
Poor Mrs. Bsvsrdl For her, all the
pleasures of social life we've blighted by
the financial difficulties associated
Herewith.
There were three horizontal wrinkles
on her forehead and one perpendicular
line between her handsome black
bTows, as she sat in the sewing-room
drinking coffee and thinking how tired
she was, and how much labor would
-, h@ N.tlI
once more be restored TO its accustomed
order.
Jane" she said, sharply, to the slip
shod servant, ''oall the young ladies
again. It's past eleven. This indo-
lencs can't be tolerated."
Esperance Bsyard came in presently
a tall, willowy girl, with brilliant
black eyes and complexion which
was rose-bright even a day after
party.
Her pink cashmere wrapper trailed
on the ground behind her, and her lux
uriant black hair was fastened up with
carved shell-pin.
''Yssult will be down presently,
Aunt Kate" SAID she. ''What do you
suppose she is doing2'
Lying in bed, probably-keeping
the whole house awaiting here pleas
ure," said Mrs. Bavard, pettlshly.
"Wrong" cried Esperance, gaily.
''She's selling her last nights bouquets
to little fower-gIrl for fifty cents.
The ideal and they must have cost ten
dollarsP'
"A very sensible thing, Pm sure"
said Mrs Bavard FIFTY cents are
Fifty cents, and If you only knew the
difficulty l have in getting money out
OF your unce-
Money, money always money!"
broke out Esperance, with an impa-
tient shrug Of the shoulders. I'm
Tired of the very world"
That may be-" said Mrs. Bayard; !;
but your uncle says there must be a
stop to this sort Of thing. His means
won't stand 1t any long er, and at the
end OF this season you have to get
situation as governess somewhere, and
Aseult must go into store.'
Esperance uttered groan of dismay.
Does he really mean it2'' said she.
He really means it this time"
nodded Mrs. Bavard, the perpendicular
line emphasizing itself more than ever.
AND I'm sure L can't see why it is
mat two handsome girls like you and
iSeult haven't got engaged long be-
iofe this, am sure Mr.. Elgrove seems
taken with you. Can't you manage to
pfIlg him to the proposing point?'
Esperance leaned her chm on one
hahd and looked gravely at her aunt.
W hen was girl in the old house
ny The ssa, - said she, SCI used to read
Oi true love and chivalry. Is there no
Suen thing left in the worldp Is it all
"shoeuyering and managing, like
s"he OF chess, OF a fox hunt? Oh,
yes, | could bring Mr.. Elgrove to the
paoposing point, but l am not sure
that l want him, after he is brought.
he's fat and he's forty-and he puffs
when he waltzesl''
"Nonsensel" cried Mrs. Bayard.
IN wager that you don't sell your ball
sSuquets, Miss Sentimenti'
Net /, sald Esperance. ss1'vs got
e'ery one OF them put in water-the
ssaI' sweet-scented thingsI-and shall