Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-07-29

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I ia his noble career. l won't endure 1t.
I No one could look in papa's grand face
and fin to realize thar he is a moral
nero ! know it's only your tantaiz-
ing way, dearie, but sometimes 1t
grieyes me We must both be patient
and work hard until the time comes
when he shall take US home / feel
50 i'll prepared for that grandeur that
Tic seems as If ought not even TO sleep.
Why don't you practice Isabel, and not
hinder me by idle TALK"
Because I'm sick and tired Of all
this Miss Nancy nonsense exclaimed
the girl, plssiOnately, stIiding up and
down the room, her great eyes flashing,
her cheeks ahame, her broad bosom
helying You are a good little thing
and I won't say anything about the
moral hero since ! can't say what
would. But I'm suffocating here. !
want light and air and excitement. l
crave the press Of the crowd, the whirl
Of intense life Oh, If / were only
q man like-like papa, for instance-Td
play a thousand mad pranks. ia scat
ter gold brOdcast, I'd gamble. ia fight
n duel; I'd crack bottles and drink TO
I'amOur and dash my glass over my
shoulder against the wall. Then I'd
mount my fiery hourse and tear along
the highway, with my black wizard
over my face and the first greasy and
trembling merchant / met out would
come my pistol Stand and deliver,
Your money or your life" I'd shout and
then hey for the town again, with a
fat wallet under my cloak"
Isabel! Sister,.
Then for a night Of high jlnks and
a lass and glass, and a merry, mer-
ry song, and away once more to the
greenwood Oh, you You madden me
with your dcmme airs. Father says
you are like mother who was a saint.
Wen, the saint is in glory, He would
have me like her, too but my eyes
are too keen for my wool Of his gath
ering. | take after him, and one Of
these fine days I'll join the embassy,
and in such a way too, that he won't
dare discharge me. Practicel Oh, yes,
III practice; but not on that box Of
horrible jngles TO the foul fiend with
the exercises, / say" And Isabel, paus-
ing abruptly, sent the book hurting
across the room. At this instant the
inor opened and a reverend gentleman
stood aghaSt.
My dear bishop" cried the girl,
gliding to him. Pardon me. / was
SO frightened. / was just about to
10 my task when a horid, hOrrid bug,
q deaths head moth, I think, lighted
On the book, and actually crept on
my hand. Oh! See the marks of its
awful little claws, and all of a trem-
bic she held out her plump, rosy palm.
There, there, my dear child com
pose yourself" said the fatherly bishop.
Such insects are innocuous and have
heir part in the divine economy. What
4 sensitive little soul 1t is, to be sare.
Clara, dear your strong, calm sense
gives you seniority in spite of years,
lnd a duty Of watchfulness over your
highly strung sister. Go, Isabel, I
10 your room and lie down. / win see
for the day ana Isabel, with sob Of
relief obeycd
Il was a week later that Aida Bah
lion arrived at St rhocbe's, and after
being generally introduced to her Corr I
radcs was consigned to the especial (
care of the Germalne sisters, whose /
luruitory she was to share. On the
saturday afternoon, that be I
Ing the time set for such pious duties. I
she wrote this letter to her mother
My Dearest Mamma: You will he .
glad 10 learn that l arrived here safely /
ana ann now writing to you from the .
little room which must be my home for
SO many long months, My journey I
passed without incident, except that /
lost my ticket and my trunk checks /
However it happened / can't imagiae I
for | had placed them carefully in my
pocket But | was brave and not one
bit confused. / paid my fare to the
conductor and then gave the porter $40
and ue arranged to have my trunks
lntt at the station, Wasn't chat cheap?
I'm sure papa viii say I'm q famous
little business woman. Mr.. Butler is
most kind to me and SO is the bishop,
who is the dearest man. Mrs. Butler
is nice, but such a dowdy. l do SO love
Isabel and Clara We are like three
sisters, and it seems as il | had always
known them l cling to Clara, she is
So sensible, while Isabel, despite her
lashing style leans ON me The dress
ng bell has just rmg Sc no more, dear
est mother. With loads of love to You
and papa, am your alfeetionate daugh-
ter
Aida
r. $. They have such robes and such
Jewels. But then your Aida is not
ashamed Of the comparison Isabel ad-
mrs that my mauuiSe is trih
larger than hers, and as for the rubieS,
She thinks they are loves, as indeed
they are A.
The weeks rolled by and each brought
4 more glowing account from Aida OF
the Sweetness of swellneSs'-to use
her enthusiastic phrase of her new
frueds and Of the grateful mouotony
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