Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1892-11-25

"It's Cousin Olive, saying good.by to
Mr.. Walbridgel"
Mrs. Jennifer contracted her snowy
black eyebrows slightly.
sis Elise there, tooa"
"Why, no, mamma-dont you re-
member Elise went out for walk2"
Mrs. Jennifer said nothing more; but
to one used to the Interpretation of
dumb show, a world of meaning might
have been deciphered in the swift way
in which her needle flew in and out
of the cambrlc ruffie she was hemming.
"Olive!" she called, sweetly, as the
closing of the front door gave notice
that the visitor had at last taken his de-
parture; and by way of answer, bright
faced young girl presented herself in the
doorway girl with shining brown
tresses tied with blue ribbon, soft brown
eyes, and fresh, blooming complexion,
like the pink blossoms that cluster on
the kalmia bushes in May.
sfWell, aunt?" she said.
''I've been wanting to speak to you
for some time, Olive, dear-sit down, !"
purred Mrs. Jennifer. "Your uncle's
circumstances are not what they were,
as I suppose you are alvarez"
81 did not know it," said Olive,
slightly changing color.
When people are quite dependent on
the bounty and good graces of Others,
they are apt to be slightly sensitive. !.
.sHe hes been obliged to expend a
good deal of money of late, and-I
knew you would be perfectly willing to
do all you could, if you knew his situa.
ton"
Certainly, aunt!" said Olive, ner-
vously twisting her fingers together.
"And of course, in large family like
ours, every additional member is felt as
an additional burden"
ssBut, aunt" burst out Olive, 'I
don't understand you. What do you
mean2 What is it that you want me to
do2"
spray don't speak so loud, OliveP
demonstrated Mrs. Jennifer, wildly ell
evating her eyebrows. "You are SO
brusque-so startling. was only going
to tell you that Mrs. Parkman mentioned
to me yesterday that she wanted new
hand, and that"
Olive Martin bit her lip-the hot color
started up to her cheek.
ga dressmaker, aunt2"
.And why not9" calmly retorted Mrs.
Jennifer. ut is the duty Of every young
woman to do something to earn an hon.
est livelihood.
Olive thought of her Cousin Elise,
white handed and elegant, who did not
even make her own bed or dust her own
room; she remembered the two damsels
whose business it was to wait upon Mrs.
Jennifer and her younger daug hters.
She knew that although her own father
had died in wretchedly destitute circum-
stances, yet the time had been when he
helped Mr.. Jennifer in such a manner
that the latter had solemnly promised
never to forget the benefits rendered to
him; and she also knew that upon that
fathers deathbed, Moses Jennifer had
resolved to take his place toward his Or
phaned child, SO long as they both
should live.
"Does my uncle know of this?" she
asked, suddenly lifting he frank brown
eyes to the crafty face of the matron.
"Certainl5l" calmly lied Mrs. Jenni-
fer, without so much as conscience.
stricken blush.
"Tten it is settled" said Olive, with
certain gasp in her throat. ~ will
be dressmaker"
sis this really and actually your wish,
my dear2" asked kind Moses Jennifer,
when Olive told him of her determine
ton that evening.
''Is it not yours, unclea"
Mr.. Jennifer looked up with littl'
startled glance as the question was asked
"My wish is for whatever will maxi
you feel happy, childp Moses answered
for in his secret heart he believed that
Olive Martin was not content in his fam
lily, and deeply regretted the circum-
stance.
After Olive had left the room h
turned to his wife.
''She doesn't seem so crazy after th'
idea as you gave me to suppose, Marga
reti' he said.
"You can't always judge by her man
ner, Moses" answered the subtle wife
who would have deluded the serpent
| own self had she been in Mother Eve
place in Paradise. ssI am sorry to b
I obliged to say so, but / do think she i
a.little inclined to be deceitfull"
"Poor child, poor child" mutterce