Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1892-10-14

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of mine, too, dear little thing. She is
yery quick with her needle and really In-
genious-and the way she puts trim
mings on a dress positively reminds one
of Nine. Antoine herself"
"The seaside cottage would be the
place for her." suggested DIR. Midland.
.'You are one of the lady patronesses, l
believe, and"
eyes, but the seaside cottage is full, :"
said Mrs. Dardanel. "Not an inch of
room unoccupied. l had a note from the
matron yesterday"
"Ah, indeedr" said the doctor, FUN
bling with his watch seals. "Unfortun-
ate-verv."
'But," cried Mrs. Dardanel, an idea
suddenly occurring to her much bepuifed
and befrizzled head, ''there is Mrs. Dag
gett's farm few miles further down the
shore. She takes boardeIs for S5 a week,
and l believe it is very nice place. If
you think it advisable l will take a
months board fo- the girl there. really
feel AS if the dear little girl belonged to
me-
IAN excellent plan, said the doctor,
oracularly. 81 have no doubt but that
month of sea air would make different
person of her."
Helen could hardly believe her own
ears when Mrs. Dardancl beamingly an
nounced her intentions.
"The eashorel' she cried, her pale
face flushed all over; ''the real sea! Oh,
I oA Of oll
my life! And for long, bright sum.
mer mouth. Oh, how shall ever thank
you9"
"By getting we'll and strong as fast as
you cau," said Mrs. DIrda lel touched
by the girls enthusiasm. Sand here is
SO bill for you," she added, with a
smile. "You may need some trifle of
dress, or there may be a drive or picnic
or an excursion going in which you will
want to participate.
The poor girls first impulse was to re.
turn the money.
"No, you shall not give 1t back-it is
present from me, and choose that you
keep it,"
Helen Hyde's heart beat high with de-
light when first she saw the Daggett
farm house, long, low red building,
with an immense stack of chimneys, a
cluster of outrageous maple trees guard
ing it about with shade, and dooryard
full of sweet, old-fashioned flowers,
while in sight of the windows the At
lantic flung its curling crests of foam all
along the shining shore. Mrs. Daggett
welcomed her warmly; she had been
Mrs. Dardanel's housekeeper once and
knew the value of that lady's patronage.
''1've just one room left, my dear, y
she said, "under the caves of the
house. It's small, but it's furnished
comfortably and there's view of
the ocean. could have given you better
accommodations if l had received Mrs.
Dardane's letter a day earlier. But
four young ladies, teachers in the
Ixwood Institute, came yesterday, and
I'm sleeping in the parlor. But we will
make you as snug as possible, and the
very first good sized room that is vacant
you shall have"
Helen was very happy in her little
nook, from whose easement she could
see the ocean, dotted with white sails.
Mrs. Dsggett was driving, energetic
woman. Farmer Daggett was an honest
man who invariably fell asleep of an even.
ing with his char tipped back against
the wall, and every available inch of the
house was filled with summer boarders,
mostly ladies. There were but three
masculine appendages to the house be.
sides its master-an old clergyman whose
! shioners dubbed together every sum-
mer to treat him to six weeks vacation,
a literary man of large aspirations and
small income who had come hither for
rest and opportunity to study up the
"skeleton" for his next novel, and old
Mr.. Mifflin.
1t was some time before Helen Hyde
fairly comprehended who old Mr.. Mifflin
was. A bent and bowed little man, with
silver hair curling over the collar of his
coat. ruffled shirt like the pictures of
our Revolutionary forefathers, and blue
eyes that glistened from behind pair
of silver spectacles, he shuffled in and
out to his meals after an apologetic
fashion and sat all the bright afternoons
under the naples staring at the sea.
"Who is that old gentlemana" she a
last ventured to Mrs. Daggett.
That lady frowned.
ats old Daddy Nnffln," said she
"and wish it was anybody else."
s'Is he a boarderl"
swell, he is and he isn't" obscurel.
answered Mrs. Daggett, who was pick
ing currants for q pudding while Hesei