The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-09-23
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once like q lot of chattering black
birds.
Our excited discussion resulted in the
decision that Dolores, as the eldest
and Huldah, as our unanimous choice
should go down to kockmeadow or
Thursday afternoon. This settled,
began to wonder what our mothers
rightful share in the Hcndip property
had been. INQUIRED of Dolores.
Il haven't an idea But you know
mammals grandmother was a Hen
dip and there must have been some
thing"
Possibly" said Blanche. "Ignatia,
dear. suppose you bring out the family
archives"
'Ignatia. dear" sped away, return
ing presently with a small japanned
box, which contained our deeds, insur-
ance papers, receipts and bundle OF
thin, blue documents bequeathed to us
from 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
finery of the whole Dalrymple brood
| eve must let grandfather see that
we understand the use of money"
But" l 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-of gowns. You just
wait until you see me ready to start"
81" said Dolores, Fam 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 train,
the girls emerged from their re-
spective rooms. Dolores looked sweet
enough to kiss, in clean cambria
froclz, with a coarse straw hat tied
down under her plump chin in big
blue bow and white muslin kerchief
crossed upon her bosom. A conspicu-
Gus and beautiful darn on the outside
of one sleeve betokencd poverty and
slill-with- the-needle happily com bined.
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. 1t was
simply made. but the rich material fell
in soft folds and the creases of time
were deity concealed by stitches here
and there. A lace shawl, old-fashioned
but handsome. was draped artistically
about her shoulders Upon her head
was small bonnet of the prevailing
mode, copied from the last Bazaar 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 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. / went, too. presently. down
to the parsonage, where I had an APP
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 grandfather's 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-tale 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 mile down
the street from our home, and I was
walking leisurely along the shady path
way, when I heard some one calling
me. l looked around and. to my inn
nense astonishment. 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:
Did that blunderhead of Peter Van
Dusen bring letter to your house last
Monday?"
''Yes, sir" replied.
Where is it?''
in the upper drawer of Blanche's
DESK
did you read it?'
why, of course. we read it," was my
rather surprised answer to this strange
question.
"Humph! Do you always read other
peoples letters, you girls?"
II don't know what you mean, grand |
father. 1t was not other peoples let |
ters The man asked plainly if this |
was not the Dalrymple place and said
you told him to give the letter to u.s."
''Oh, we'll, Peter Van Dusen was |
never known to do an errand right. |
But should think you could have read |
Cyrus Cobley's name on the envelope" |
and he chuckled as if he had said some |
thing funny.
There was no name on the envelope I
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