The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1892-11-23
SHINING LIGHTS.

control ola man."
Miss Helen Ferguson's finely-ehisele,
nose and daintily curved lips executed
superb sneer, and Mrs. Hunt, who wa
knitting socks for a newly arrived mem
Der of the great human family, looked a
with a smile.
''Some must run the domestic Attain
Helen" she said quietly, while TIA
others attend The great public duties"
"0h, it is all very well for you TO laugl
at me, Aunt Lizzie" Helen said, "bu
the fact remains there are plenty of wo
men Of average intelligence quite capable
Of making puddings, and running do
mestie affairs. But when a woman lik,
Amabel Lowry can sit for one morta
hour saying 'cutchycon' didsy-widy' to {
little pink idiot of six weeks, l an dis
gusted."
ooh! YOu have been TO see Amabel,
said Mrs. Hunt. "Do you think thes,
socks will fit her baby ?"
Il am sure, can not tell, ! did no
examine the proportions of tn.t Interest
ing young mans feet!' exclaimed Helen
lofily.
A soft little laugh from her aunt an
swered her.
"Your time viii come, my dear" she
said.
Never, Chsuncey does not expect it.
He understands that marriage between
Us is a union of souls devoted to lofty
aimes, Of minds eager to obtain and util-
ize knowledge, and be will never eKpec,
me to sink down to the level # do
nestle drudge
"How about hearts in the union you
speak Of" asked Mrs. Hunt.
Rubbish - said Miss Helen. eve are
not pair Of love sick idiots"
She sailed out of the room as she spoke
her head well up, chin out, and should
ers set back squarely. gaunt-raw bon
ed old maid ef forty? Not bit Of it.
A delicious maiden Of nineteen, not too
tall, gracefully slender, but well rounded,
with beautiful face, large, liquid-brown
eyes, profusion of chestnut hair, and
dimples that we're simply distracting. A
NaSsar girl, who had graduated with
such honor as proved that the lovely
head held brain above the average capaci-
ty. Mrs. Hunt laughed again when she
was alone.
"Wh at dear, absurd darling she is p
she thought. "And Chsuncey is just 8
match for her."
This was fortunate, as Chauncey
Browne was the promised husband OF
Helen Ferguson. He was enthusiast.
Having unfortunately inherited large
fortune, he had no need TO exert really
fine mind, well cultivated intellect, in
any useful channel, and he took up vari-
Gus and sundry causes" and threw his
whole soul into them while the fever
lasted.
Absolutely devoted to each other, this
original pair of lovers prided themselves
upon a philosophical contempt of any
such nonsense as love. Not once in their
dignifed courting had Chauncey Browne
descended tos compliment; not once had
be given Helen a csress beyond regula-
lation kiss at meeting and parting-a kiss
so strictly conventional that they would
have exchanged it with as much COOL
ness in a crowded ballroom as in the
privacy of Mrs. Hunts cozy psrlor.
They never talked of their future home
of the bower of love and happiness that
makes the Eden of most love-dreams.
They converssd upon loftier topics-their
work together, the noble aims they were
to persue hand in hand, the philanthro-
pic schemes they were 10 make realities.
1t was really bewildering to listen and to
look TO hear such lofty sentiments, to see
such young, beautiful faces, soft tender
eyes, intended to convey loves messages
kindling with fiery enthusiasm over a
"Cause" with an immense G.
Helen was an orphan, with small in
come Of her own, and her aunt's love
and wealth gave her a luxurious home.
She had no duties in the home circle.
Mrs. Hunt managed her own household
affairs, and being in perfect health and
full of energy, did not call upon Helen
for any service, content to see her happy
in her own way, careful only TO see that
her way never led her out of the con-
fines of womanly propristy. She went
with her to the lectures on First Aid to
the Injured" !" she attended the "Wo-
mans Temperance Mission" on the reg
ular meeting evenings; she contributed
to the Flower Mission" the working
Art Class" the Beauty for the Masses
lectures. Wherever Helen's radiant
lovely face was seen, Mrs. Hunts more
matured beauty Was also to be found.
And how Helen worked She gave q
weekly lecture to the "Art Class" and
hunted up all her authorities in the pub
lie libraries, reading all her manuscript
to Chauncey, and accepting his criticism
and suggestions, as it seemed good to her
not with any lavish submission Of the
femining to the masculine in intellect
She visited friends for subscriptions to
all her undertakings she took tn ecorre
spondence of the Temperance Mission
into her own hands, and gave herself NJ
rest.
But for Mrs. Hunt, it is appa ling &
imagine the garbs she would have as
sumed in sheer, unaffected indifference
to anything so trifiing as dress Bu
Mrs. Hunt, in her quiet, gentle way, sau
that she was fitly und becomingly attired
and Janet, her maid, wss too proud Q
the Young MISTRESS beauty TO neglec
its adornment-
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