The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1894-08-10
miscellaneous.
MISS MILLYS ROMANCE.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.

MISS Mllly WIS seated dl Her ueSk,
the big account book open before her,
and pen between her fingers.
Milly Duluth had been a beauty in
her day She was not unpleasant to
look upon even at forty-odd. Her
blue eyes were as blue as ever, there
was not a gray hair in her nut-brown
| tresses, and fresh color still glowed
in her cheek.
| tall and gaunt, with Roman nose and
a projecting chin but that signified
| little. Miss Duluth made no preten,
sions at all. Milly had always been
the family authority, even when the
old Judge was living, and they owned
| the pretty place Oh Lake Pontchart.
rain, and now that they were ''reduc.
ed'' and earned their living by letting
rooms, she was the authority still.
THAT won't do" said Miss Milly.
NO" meekly acquiesced Miss Du,
luth, sit WON'T
IF she can't pay her rent" severely
observed Miss Milly, what was she
doing with that new surah silk dress =:
! Only a typewriter, at that ~
"Well, she's young" said Miss Du,
luth. Young folks like to dress"
Miss Milly compressed her lips.
Young folks ought to like to pay
their debts" said she. Tell her she
must 60"
But, Milly-''
Miss Milly closed the big book.
Tell her." said she, in a very soft
voice, ''she must go"
Miss Duluth came nearer to the
table.
Sister said she, perhaps you
haven't observed that Professor Mil
! len takes a good deal of notice of Miss
Redwyn."
Miss Milly colored.
No. said she, Il 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 Chris
tendom,' he'll be "a very famous man.
And he occupies the whole of our first
floor. Sitting room, bedroom and
bath room furnished beautifully.
Think what it would befor Mary Red
wyn-only typewriter, who has the
cold hall bedroom on the third floor,
and gets her breakfast over a kerosene
stove-to marry the professor!ps
Miss Miny tossed her head.
81 didn't know you were such a
matchmaker, MARTHA
Pm 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 s'' :
They 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 impa-
tiently on the floor.
Business is business, and she owes
us months rent" said she.
Miss Duluth said no more. 1t 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 matter - Miss
Milly asked, pausing on the threshold.
I've been discharged ~ said Miss
Redwyn, defiantly, sitting up and
looking angrily at her questioner.
lSn L UlldU IldlleT 6llOuSl
Miss Redwyn was very pretty, in
deed, with abundance of Enthusiastically
crimped redgold hair, a complexion
all snow and carnine, and hazel eyes,
fringed with curly lashes.
Just the sort of face and figure
that would become an actress, "
sentiment. II wonder what Professor
10 in
But there was a great deal of the
womanly in Miss Milly's nature, and
she spoke kindly to the despairing
girl, in such sore straits.
Don't cry, Mary ~ said she, strok-
ing the red-golden hair, which had
fallen down from its imitation shell
pins. MARY Redwyn was one of those
girls who INDUCED good deal in imi-
tation.) why did they discharge
you p
"Oh, don't know! Old Foxall has
been grumbling this long time ~ sigh
ed Mary "And to-day, just because
l happened to spell a word wrong
But l don't care | wouldn't work
another day for him, not if he'd pay
me a thousand dollars I'd rather
starve And for all l can see, I'm go
ing to starve, too. You're going to
turn me out"
mo, am not" said Miss Milly,
melted by the utter childishness of the
girls despair. You can stay here
until you get another situation. Only
don't fret -
Mary lifted her big hazel eyes in a
sudden revulsion of joy to Miss Milly's
| face.
"Will you be SO good - she cried.
"Oh, thought you were so old, you
wouldn't syInpathize with girl like
me -
Miss Milly WINGED. 1t was nonsense
to notice trifie like that, but she felt
now that she liked Mary Redwyn less
than ever.
"And now" added the Titianesque
beauty, 'I'll look out for another
place at once. l wonder if old Mellen
don't want stenographer?
Again Miss Millie froze.
You mean the professor ?"
"Well, he is old, isn't he - giggled
Mary. 'He writes lot, | know, and
he's very polite when he meets me on
the stairs. Would you ask him foi
me, Miss Milly?''
The elder lady drew herself up.
II never have exchanged a word
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