The Penn's Grove record., 1894-10-19

lhultb. III YOU
SI know of any place
- u in the neighbor.
bVN- "a ' hood where we
W. IA % could get decent
y The postmaster
looked up at the ceiling and then
down at the big stone spittoon. He
reflected.
Then he shook his head.
"No," said he, I don't. The hotel
don't open till June. Old Mrs.
Moxon used to take boarders, but she
had a stroke O. paralysis last month.
/ dunno of no one else"
81 should be willing to pay n fair
price" said Mr.. Poyntz, ''and Well
give as little trouble as possible"
Still the postmaster shook his head.
re-
peated he. "Here, Janey Walton
two packages and a letter for your
folks, and six cents duel"
A bright eyed young girl slippedfor-
ward from the shadowy corner where
they sold calico and canned goods al
double city prices, and counted six
cankered cents, reluctantly, from a
shabby purse.
Her cheeks were flushed, her heart
was humping like a ~trip-hammer, AS
she lifted her timid eyes to Perciyal
Poyntz's handsome face.
I'll think I know of a place where
you could be accommodated" she
murmured, 'if you are not too par.
ticular-an old farm house with fresh
air and plenty of room"
Mr.. Poyntz stepped forward, rails
ing his hat as he did SO.
1--WE should require four bedrooms"
said he, "and we're fully prepared to
camp down in almost any fashion.
Would fifty dollars a week for the
party be too little?"
Janey's big brown eyes dilated.
Fifty dollars a week seemed a colossal
sum 10 a girl who had never seen more
than a five dollar bill at any n time
before.
He drew out his card.
evil you favor me with the adj
dress" said he. "MayI call at once?"
'This evening"" faltered Janey,
feeling as if she had burned ali the
bridges behind her, sat eight o'clock.
It's the old Walton homestead, beyond
the mill-race, where the big elm trees
grow"
And before Percival could syllable
any more questions that slim figure
had vanished.
Janey Walton did not go home by
the road, but took instead a short cut
flying through budding woods, stop,
ping on the edge of Racket Brook to
gather a handful of the very earliest
violets ere she jumped airly across the
stepping-stones, climbing rude walls
like a squirrel and s~pringing lightly
from hummock to hummock in the
marshy meadow under the hill.
So that her cheeks and eyes were
brighter than ever when she darted
into the wide, low-ceiled keeping-room
where her two elder sisters sat bemoan-
ing their hard fate.
Amelia and Philippa Walton were
widely different from their dark,
nervous-natured young sister.
Amelia was tall and fair, withfrizzed
faxen locks and expressionless blue
eyes.
Philippa was like a big wax doll,
with pinky cheeks and a deliberation
of movement bordering on stupidity.
"Dear me-" exclaimed Amelia, chow
you do bounce into the room"
"We thought" said the magnified
wax doll, chat you never were com-
ing back"
There's a letter for Philippe" said
Janey, ''from the Thackeray Maya
zine. 1t looks like her story coming
back. And two parcels for Amelia. :"
"'Declined with thanks" angrily
read Philippa. "And those packages
are 'Melia's painted scarfs from the
Bureau of Work. l knew there
wouldn't be any market for them"
Gas much as there is for your silly
stories," sharply retorted Amelia.
"Oh, dearl l never would have
bought that blue serge dressif hadn't
thought"
"Listen," struck in Janey, abruptly.
GIVE something to tell you, girls.
We've come to a point, now, where
something must be done; and I've de-
termined to take boarders."
'Boarders !"
Miss Philippe drew herself up with
hauteur.
"Never!" cried Amelia, emphati-
cally.
"But we must live, "reassured Janey,
'And there's the interest on the NOR
tgage coming due this month, and the
taxes are all behind, and the butcher
says he can't let the bill u any
higher"
I'VE are Waltons," said Philippa
''Waltons," suggested Janey, 'tmust
bat and drink"
Amelia burst into tears.
"Janey never had any proper PRIDE"
nid shs-"reverl And L won't con-
sent"
"But you must CONSENT" asserted
fancy.
And then she told the two pink-and-
white maidens what she had done.
"Artists !" exclaimed Philippe, "On
a sketching tourl Oh, how delight
full"
"Three gentlemen and three ladies, Z"
repeated Amelia. "Oh, 1 should revel
in a little congenial society," Janey,
tee herel Philippa and 1 never will
descend to the level of boarding-house
keepers. AS I said before, we are Wal,
tonsl Our grandfather was a county
Judge. Buff you choose to run thu
place, as it seems" with a scornfu
rnia) you've taken the responsibility
of things, and let these people sup
pose we two are boarders, also, 1 sec
no harm in that"
''Yes," cried Philippa, CHATS the
idea, exactlyl Wen take our Grand
father Revere's name, and these
ha1ub1r o;txy 1anp1a shall CHnnnca ne