Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1892-02-26

~ nurtureu.
When say that my fair creator was
ambitious for me, you will, trust, not
| misunderstood her. She craved no
Jewels or costly raiment for her beloved
offspring; she but asked that l might
live, and appear in print. My creator,
have since observed with pride, was
very beautiful.
The first distinct recollection | have
is that my leaves fiuttered together on
the dainty desk before which sat sweet
girl woman. In her hand she still held
a gold pen, but the ink on its nib was
quite dry, and she seemed buried in
thought.
l looked up at her responsively, and
she took me up gently and read me in
soft voice, which has ever since seemed
to me closely related to the sweet odor
of lilacs which were then blooming.
From that moment lived. AS lay on
the desk before her, there was sudden
noise at the lattice; then someone said
in a low voice, "Sister!"
NV creator started up so suddenly
that l knew Sister must be her name;
and always think of her by that name,
though have since heard her called by
several others.
Sister went quickly to the window, and
said. in frightened whisper; ''Jack,
why have you come here, and in broad
daylight, too? Uncle will storm so if
he finds it out, and l shall never be able
to reconcile him to you"
By this time young boy, three or
four years younger than Sister, had
climbed IN at the open window, and /
saw how much they looked alike; but
his manner, clothing, and voice were
quite different. All the people l have
met in the world, except Sister, are like
Jack men, l believe, they are called.
In the mean time Jack was asking her
for money. II simply must have fifty
dollars to-day, Sister; you can easily get
it out of uncle"
"No, Jack; he will give me anything
in the world but money; and that, he
says, he will not give me-"
$50 he knows my gentle little Sister
would give it to naughty Jack9 By the
way, Sis, l think bean stalk would be
better for Jack to climb than a lattice
and lilac bush. Kindly see that it is
changed before come again"
Jack had roguish, merry face, and
Sister was evidently fond of him. be-
gan to feel strange, sad feeling about
half way down my second chapter,
which l have learned since from CONVEX
sation with other MSS. is not an uncom-
mon ailmcnt, and is named jealousy.
Sister looked cautiously around, then
flushing little, said, "Jack, 1 am try
ing to earn fifty dollars for you"
Jack gave low whistle of astonlsh-
ment. "Poor little Sister, why. how
can you earn money!" he asked, looking
at the silk-robed figure before him.
81 have written story"
"You don't say" and Jack regarded
her with surprise and pride. "Wasn't it
hard to do9"
Sister came over to the desk and ca
ressed me with her pretty hand. "At
first it was hard, but not when 1 really
got started. Oh, then, Jack, loved
it."
1t was sunset, and the gay light flashed
on the pretty jewels in Sisters rings as
she patted me tenderly.
''But the trouble is, must have the
money at once for"
A noise was heard in the hall, and
without finishing his sentence, Jack slid
out thu window, and Sister hastily took
upa book. A rap on the door. Sister
went and opened 1t, still holding the
volume, with her forefnger between the
leaves.
A tall and handsome old gentleman
entered. He bowed with old-school
courtesy, saying: ''It is such fine
weather, I have ordered the carriage.
Are you ready to drivel"
Sister looked into the kind though