Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1892-02-12

When say that my fair creator was
ambitions for me, you will, trust, not
misunderstood her. She craVed no
Jewels or costly raiment tor her OeloVeu
offsprino; she but asked that L ml9n'
live, and appear in print My creator
Thaye since observed with prlde' was
very beautiful. ,o
The first distinct recollection L have
is that nv leaves futtered together on
the dainty desk before which sat SWEEP
.ceirl-voman. In her hand she still held
. GOLD men. but the ink on its MO was
o,ito drv and she seemed buried III
thought.
looked up at her responsibility, ana
she took me up gently and read me IN
soft voice. which has ever since seemed
+o me closely related to the sweet door
of Hlacs which were then blooming
Fror, that moment lived. AS [ lay on
the desk before her, there was sudden
noise at the lattice; then someone salo
in. low voice, e SISTER"
NV creator started up SO suddenly
that T knew Sister must be her name !;
and | always think of her by that name
+bouob have since heard her called by
several others. =,
Sisterwent quickly to the window, and
said. IN a frightened whisper: JACK,
why have YOU come here, and IN broad
.daIlioht. too? Uncle will storm so II
he finds It out, and l shall never be able
to reconcile him to you.
By this time a young boy, three 0!
four years younger than SISTER, mac
climbed III at the open window, ana
saw how much they looked alike; ou
his manner, clothing, and voice wer
quite different. All the people L haV
met in the world, except Sister, are Ink
.Jack-men, I believe, they are calleo
In the mean time Jack was asking ne
for money. IL simply must have nit
dollars to-day, Sister; you can easily Sc
it out of uncle"
"No, Jack; he will give me anythln
in the world but money; and that, b
saws, he will not give me-"
so he knows my gentle little Slste
would give it to naughty Jack! by tn
wav. Sis, I think bean stalk would q
better for Jack to climb than latte
and lilac bush Kindly see that 1t
changed before [ come again.
Jack had roguish, merry face, an
Sister was evidently fond of him. L bf
gau to feel strange, sad feeling abo'
half way down my second chapte
which I have learned since from conVe
sation with other MSS. is not an uncon
mon ailment, and is named Jealousy.
Sister looked cautiously around, the
6ushinp a little, said, "Jack, am tr.
Sol1ara for
Jack gave low whistle OF aStonlS
ment. s'Poor little Sister, why, no
can YOU earn money!" he asked, lookir
at the silk-robed figure before him.
81 have written story.
"You don't say!" and Jack regard
her with surprise and pride. "Wasn t
hard to doc"
Sister came over to the desk and
ressed me with her pretty hand. -
first it was hard, but not when L rea
got started. Oh, then, Jack, L Low
it."
It was sunset, aud the gay light flash
on the nretty Jewels in Sisters rings
she patted me tenderly.
.'But the trouble is, must nave
money at once for-
A noise was heard IN the hail. an
without finishing his sentence, Jack S
out tn, window, and Sister hastily to
up book. A rap on the door. SIS
went and opened 1t, still holding
volume, with her forefnger between
leaves
A tall and handsome old gentlen
entered. He bowed with old-sch'
courtesy, saying: at is such
weather, 1 have ordered the carria
Are you ready to drive?"
Sister looked into the kind thou