Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1893-05-12

ant to look upon even at forty-odd. Her
blue eyes were as blue as ever, there was
not gray hair in her nut-brown tresses,
and fresh color still glowed in her
cheek.
Miss Martha, the elder sister, was tall
and gaunt, with Roman nose and a
projecting chin; but that signified little.
Miss Duluth made no pretensions at all.
Milly had always been the family au-
thority, even when the old Judge was
living, and they owned the pretty place
on Lake Pontchartrain, and now that
they were "reduced" and earned their
living by letting rooms, she was the au-
thority still.
"That won't do" said Miss Milly.
'No," meekly acquiesced Miss Du-
luth, ''it won't"
''If she can't pay her rent" severely
observed Miss Milly, "what was she
doing with that new surah silk dressi
Only typewriter, at thatl"
"Well, she's young" said Miss Du-
luth. "Young folks like to dress"
Miss Milly compressed her lips.
"Ycung folks ought to like to pay
their debts" said she. "Tell her she
must CO."
"But, Milly-"
Miss Milly closed the big book.
"Tell her," said she, in very soft
voice, "she must CO."
Miss Duluth came nearer to the table.
"Sister," said she, "perhaps you
houon'f ohcorya1 tbok Drofoeszr Nalioz
takes good deal of notice of Miss Red
wyn."
Miss DIilly colored.
"No," said she, 81 hadn't"
"He's not so very young" said Miss
Duluth. "But he's very handsome still.
And then he's so talented. And when
he has published that learned volume on
THE Languages of Christendom,' he'll
be very famous man. And he occupies
the whole of our first floor. Sitting
room, bedroom and bath room furnished
beautifully. Think what it would be
for Mary Redwyn-onIy typewriter,
who has the cold hall bedroom on the
third floor, and gets her breakfast over
kerosene stove-to marry the profes
sor!"
Miss Milly tossed her head.
81 didn't know you were such a
matchmaker, Martha"
"I'm not, sister," A bar of scarlet
came out on Miss Duluth's high cheek
bones. "But don't you think it would
be good thing?"
'rhey can do as they like" said Miss
Milly.
"But if you send her away, you de-
stroy all her chances"
Miss Milly tapped her foot impatiently
on the floor.
Cuisines is business, and she owes
us months rent" said she.
Miss Duluth said no more. It was
rarely that she ventured to dispute her
sisters reign.
Late in the afternoon Miss Milly went
up to see about a leak in the roof that
had been reported to her, but she got no
further than the little hall bedroom on
the third floor.
There, on her shabby little bed, lay
Miss Redwyn, the typewriter, shaking
with suppressed sobs.
"Why, what's the matter2" Miss Milly
asked, pausing on the threshold.
.lve been discharged!' said Miss
Redwyn, deiantly, sitting up and look
ing angrily at her questioner. "Isn't that
matter enough2"
Miss Redwyn was very pretty, indeed,
with abundance of fantasticalIy crimped
red gold hair, complexion all snow and
carmine, and hazel eyes, fringed with
curly lashes.
''Just the sort of face and figure that
would become an actress" thought Miss
Milly, with sort of resentment. 'I
wonder what Professor Mellen can see to
like in her2"
But there was a great deal of the
womanly in Miss Milly's nature, and she
spoke kindly to the despairing girl, in
such sorc straits.
"Don't cry, Maryi" said she, stroking