Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1892-12-09

HtMNNhlNIllPf boiled the break
fast coffee on the stove.
49," said she, with curve of her
lip, "this is the baronial hall-this tum-
ble-down old farmhouse, with a few
acres of stony soill"
"And this" crisply retorted Barbara,
''is the banquet-a bakers loaf week
old, pipkin of oatmeal and pot of
Rio coffee! But you'd better come in
and partake of it,"
"Bab," cried Lisbeth, flinging back
her tawny yellow tresses, 81 never was
so disappointed in my life!"
Bah shrugged her shoulders.
"My opinion exactly, Tib!" said size.
"Here, all our school-llves-long, "
tragically uttered Lisbeth, "we've heard
of our Uncle Hopkins and Hopkins Hall !
We've looked forward to coming home
to an elegant place, to dwell in luxury.
Well! We got telegram on gradua
tion day that our Uncle Hopkins has
paid the debt of nature, and we hasten
to take possession"
"Of our inheritance!' laughed Bah,
serving out blue-edged saucer of coarse
oatmeal and deluging it with milk.
"The tumble-down farmhouse and the
stony acres, the old red horse that we
neither of us know low to drive, and
the COW that we're both afraid Of"
''Bab," cried the elder sister, "what
are we to do2"
"Tib," solemnly responded the
younger, 81 haven't the least idea,
Lisbeth reaectively slipped her coffee.
''If we hadn't put on such airs about
being heiresses," groaued she, sand
boasted of going home to Hopkins Hall
to lead life of luxurious ease, we might
have secured one of those nice situations
to teach, that Miss Primrose got for the
other girls"
'tIt's too late for that now!" sighed
Bah.
"We've got to do something" said
Lsbeth.
eyes" admitted Bah; "but what2'
"We used to rave about art" said
Tib; "but who would buy the sort of
pictures we could paint2''
"Then," added Bah, "there was your
examination composition. Miss Primrose
said it showed great talent. If one could
take up literature"
"I sent that to three different editors, T"
interrupted Tib, sardonically smiling.
"Not one of 'em would have word to
say to it. It's up stairs in my trunk
now, in case we should need kindling
paper.
Bah whistled-a soft little whistle of
dismay.
"Evidently," said she, "we're not
calculated for career. If we were boys
instead of girls, we could Iuu this
farm"
"Oh, if! Don't let's have any moro
'ifs,'" impatiently cried Tib. ''What
can we do! There's the question"
Bah passed her pretty pink finger
around the blue edge of the plate before
her, with downcast eyes and just tinge
of rising color.
"Well, since you ask the question,
said she, half smiling, 81 think one of
us could perhaps-marry.
'For living?" scornfully demanded
Tib.
mot that, of course" said Bah
"Merely in the course of human events.
"You mean Rolf Woburn"
II do"
"He's nice fellow enough" sale
lib, indifferently. ''If he really means
business!'
"Lisbethl' cried indignant Bah
show can you speak so coarselyY"
"Im only regarding things from thu
career point of view," said provoking
lib. ssTo-bc-sure, the fact that he ha
followed us out here might be construct
to mean something. At first he natu
rally supposed US to be the heiresses tina
wo supposed ourselves. But" with
comprehensive wave of her hand, "h
has seen Hopkins Hall. He is undeceive'
by this time. If ever there was dis
interested passion his is one."
stTibp
Bab's eyes sparkled wrathfuily.
"Havc some more coffee, Barbara
Not drop' Well, l don't blame you
it's poor stuff"
.iTib," almost sobbed poor Barbara
"if you don't like Rolf, I'll give up tn
idea."
| Lisbeth rushed around the edge {
the table to give Bah a hug and kis
sYou darlingp she cried. ''Do 20
suppose I'm such jealous monster q
all that2 do like Rolf Woburn as we
as can like any one who wants to TAX
my Bah away from me. But as II
thinking him good enough for yo
why, the Presidents son wouldn't
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