Griggs courier., 1893-09-29
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Vlrls, which OF US is 'SfsF
We looked around at one another a,
though we were going to see the magi,
letters appear upon the brow of tn,
chosen one. Then with one accord w.
turned our eyes toward Huldah. Shs
was, as / have said, our beauty. VIZ
had always longed to dress her in thu
SOFT silks, the rare laces, the cleaning
jewels, that would have set off her ex
quisite face SO perfectly. She seemed
lovelier than ever to us at this moment
when we all felt sure that it was she
whom our grandfather had chosen for
his heiress. After a short silence,
Dolores spoke the thought of three OF
our minds.
"You are the one. Huldah. Three
cheers for Grandfather Leggett!"
AS soon as she could be heard,
Huldah cried:
"An or none, girls"
And then we all began talking at
once like lot of chattering black
birds. e.
Our excited discussion resulted in the
decision that Dolores, as the eldest,
and Huldah, as our unanimous choice,
should go down to Kockmeadow on
Thursday afternoon. This settled, /
began to wonder what our mothers
rightful share in the Hendip property
had been. INQUIRED of Dolores.
Il haven't an idea But you know
mammals grandmother was q Hen
dip and there must have been some
thing"
Possibly" said Blanche. sIgnatia,
dear, suppose you bring out the family
archives"
''Ignatia. DEAR" sped away, return
ing presently with small japanned
box, which contained our deeds, insur-
ance papers, receipts and bundle of
thin, blue documents bequeathed to us
from a remote ancestry. We searched
thoroughly among them, but NO light
was thrown on the mystery of our
share of the Hendip property.
Thursday morning dawned bright
and clear. At the breakfast table
Huldah announced that she was going
to array herself in all the collective
hnery of the whole Dalrymple brood.
1--WE must let grandfather see that
we understand the use of money"
But" demonstrated, looking
around the room, '.you cannot wear
mahogany furniture nor silver spoons,
and those constitute our entire stock of
treasures"
"You forget that old trunk of Aunt
Medora's cast-off gowns. You just
wait until you see me ready to start"
; said Dolores, ''am going to wear
the worst rags can find, SO as to let
him see how much we need some
money"
A burst of laughter greeted this very
practical resolve.
In ample time for the 4:15 trx.z.
the girls emerged from their re-
spective rooms. Dolores looked sweet
enough to kiss, in a clean cambric
frock, with a coarse straw hat tied
down under her plump chin in a big
blue bow and a white muslin kerchief
crossed upon her bosom. A conspicu-
GUS and beautiful darn on the outside
of one sleeve betokened poverty and
skill-with- the-needle happily combined.
We were still admiring her, when
the rustic of silk fell upon our wonder
ing ears, and Huldah sailed into the
room. We held our breath and we
gazed on this radiant vision. Her
slender figure was arrayed in close
fitting dress of dark-red silk, most be-
coming to her brunette beauty. It was
simply made. but the rich material fell
in soft folds and the creases of time
were deftly concealed by stitches here
and there. A lace shawl, old-fashioned
but handsome. was draped artistically
about her shoulders. Upon her head
was a small bonnet of the prevailing
mode, copied from the last Bazar and
concocted from she only knew what
scraps of ribbons and feathers. Her
own best, long tan gloves, our one
string of gold beads and a lace parasol
evolved from my sunshade and lot of
black tulle. completed this truly artistic
and stylish attire.
We all approved them to our hearts
content. and they started off in high
spirits. 1 went, too. presently. down
to the parsonage, where 1 had an ap-
pointment with Mrs. Appleby, leaving
Blanche at home alone. We had none
of us said much to her about the unex-
pected good news concerning Will Hen
dip and herself in grandfathers note
We felt, some way, that she would
rather have good talk with Will first.
But we were all just as happy over it as
we could be, and could not help Civ
ing her very tell-talc kiss of glad
ness when left her. She put her arms
around my neck and hid her face on
my shoulder for an instant
isn't it lovely of grandfather" she
whispered.
The parsonage is half a mile down
the street from our home, and 1 was
walking leisurely along the shady path
way, when l heard some one calling
me. looked around and. to my i'm
mense establishment. there sat Grand
father Leggett in his buggy.
''Come, get in here, john" he COM
manded, peremptorily.
He always called me John for some
reason known only to himself.
obeyed, outwardly composed but in
wardly in a tumult of wonderment. AS
we went rolling swiftly along behind
his housekeeping bay, he asked:
Ibid that blunderhead of a Peter Van
Dusen bring letter to your house last