Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1893-02-24

and shiver in the wind. And the vel
come of Mrs. Berry, her cousins house
keeper, was dead match for the weather
and the wind.
~ am expected, suppose9" said
Ninette, wondering why the woman did
not open the door little wider.
"What namea" cautiously inquired
Mrs. Berry.
"Miss Beauvoir, from Atlanta,
Georgia"
81 have heard nothing of it," said
Mrs. Berry, without opening the door
fraction Of an inch farther.
''Mr. Trebleton is at home, supposed"
"No, Miss, he's not" still frigidly.
81 will come in" said Ninette, trying
to swallow the suffocating sensation in
her throat. 81 will wait for him. 1t is
SO cold. and IL am half frozen"
Mrs. Berry hesitated a moment, then
opened the door, ungraciously enough.
"Well,' she said, al suppose you can
wait in the study until he comes"
She showed Ninette into the red.cur-
tanned, cozy little room, lined with
books, lighted by the soft ring of flame
that streamed from a shaded gas-jet,
warmed with the glow of coral-red fire
upon the hearth. And here, surrepti-
tiously turning the keys in the secretary
drawers and writing table and taking
them out, Mrs. Berry left her.
"There are the paper-weight, said
Mrs. Berry to herself, "and the ivory
paper. cutters and the inkstand with the
stag's head in bronze; but don't be-
lieve she'd take them!"
While Ninette, left alone, crouched
down in the low chair before the fire
and burst into tears.
.'Is all the North as cruel, as hard. as
frozen cold as this2" she asked herself,
with a convulsive shudder. "Oh, it
would have been better to have died of
starvation in my own sunny, golden
Southl If a stray dog, there, had crept
in out of the storm at night, they would,
at least, have given him bone aud a
kind word. But for me there is no such
welcomed"
When Mr.. Trebleton came in at nine
o'clock, he found Ninette still looking
at the fire through eyes that swan like
tears.
81 am Ninette Beauvoir, your cousin s
child" said she, rising with varying
color.
''Happy to make your acquaintance,
am sure," said Mr.. Trebleton, apparently
so busy in removing his gloves that he
never noticed her offered hand. "What
car do for you, Miss Beauvoir2"
Ninette looked at him with large,
grave eyes.
"Papa said, before he died." she
faltered, "that you would give me a
home with your daughters. have no
longer home of my own. Papa's ill
ness was expensive and took all our
means"
"Quite out of the question; quite out
of the question" said Mr.. Trebleton,
hurriedly, as he took up a poker and
began beating the topmost Jumps of coal
on the fire. "Perhaps you are not aware
Miss Beauvoir, that have a large and
expensive family of my own, and
couldn't think of undertaking any adj
ditional expenses.
Ninette listened, apparently incredu-
lous of her own senses.
''But what am to dog" she asked.
.'What do other girls do who are
thrown on their own resources2' rather
curtly demanded Mr.. Trebleton, secretly
wishing that the interview was over.
81 don't know, said Ninette, simply.
II am only an ignorant Southern girl.
No one every told me. l supposed, OF
course, that could come and live with
you'll"
"Humph!" said Mr.. Trebleton,
"They teach; they take in sowing; they
60 into stores, shops, factories. They
strive for independence"
sCousin Trebleton," said Ninette,
with quiverina lip, ''if I could set
your wife-your daughters--they ar.
women like me; they"
ell very sorry" said Mr.. Trebleton
stonily, s'but they are out of town
There, there; don't cry. If there's any
thing hate, it is to see woman make q
scene. OF course, you can stay here to
night. My housekeeper, Mrs. Berry