The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1894-08-29


cents wasted. And there are moi
many cents left.
"Oatmeal and coffee for breakfast p
sighed Aurora. "And it was coffee
and oatmeal yesterday Oh, dear, how
wretched it is to be poor How sick
one does get of things I"
'"Try to remember that it's always
darkest just before daylight, en-.
couraged Miriam. "Sit up to the
table, dear, and eat something. It's
nice and hot |"
Miriam was a sweet, fresh-faced gir
of eighteen. Not, perhaps gifted
with Aurora's beauty, but when yor
looked at Miriam Clymer once, yor
always wanted to look the secont
time.
"Where is Polly?" fretfully ques.
toned the elder sister. 'It does seem
to me as if"
AT that self same moment, however
the door flew open and a rosy, flushed
damsel burst into the room like
southwest gale.
Breakfast time alreadyP" cried
Polly. "My goodness me, how the
time does AyP"
Polly Clymer had very black eyes
which laughed at you like sunbeam,
a crop of short black curls, and teeth
which, although rather irregular, were
milk white, and her two cheeks were
like two roses newly blossomed.
"Girls, I've been SO busy |" sale
Polly.
Aurora frowned little.
81 wish was busy" said she.
Miriam helped her younger sister t.
oatmeal.
81 should be busy too" said Mir.
lam, ''if there was anything to do"
GLOW perfectly ridiculous all this
is !" cried Polly, waving her spoon.
"As il there wasn't always something
to do OF course Aurora would rather
do typewriting, because that's the
trade she's learned"
"Trade2" echoed the scandalizei
beauty.
"And Miriam knows more about
music lessons than anything else but
if one can't get what one wants, one
must want what one can get. And
I've earned dollar this morning nj.
ready"
"What !" cried Miriam.
"More oatmeal, please, " said Polly.
"Oh, yes, I've washed and dressed d
dear little grille in the fat down stairs,
and packed her little dolls toy OF d
trunk for the train. You see, the
nurse got angry and went AWAY. The
mother was that pAllid consumptive
who was buried last week, and the
father is q sort Of ne'er-do- well, who
plays the cymbals In Jones's Theatre
and don't pay any Of his bills. And
the ianitress was at her wits end what
to do, and stepped into the breach.
1t made me think of the good old
times when played with doll almost
as big as l was.
"But where on earth is the child
going2" asked Miriam.
''Io her friends / suppose. left
her asleep in the crib, and the land.
lady's little girl watching her. I'm to
bo b"Oh "lbCR H. DIChhiHhI' mere,
Mirry she tossed big silver dol.
lar to the housekeeper.sister- ''take
that to buy more oatmeal. And look
here, Miriam, Doctor Puffitt has got a
big order for the Rosebud Balm to &c
to watering place somewhere on the
Jersey coast, and wants some one tc
paste on labels and tie up the bot.
ties, without loss of time. There's a
chance !"
Aurora drew herself up.
81 don't think George Belden would
like it," said she.
sob, George-bother George He's
nothing but a drug clerk himself.
It's none of his business one way OF
the other !" cried Polly.
''Well, perhaps if you won't men
tion it, !" said Aurora, timidly. "One
has ones professional reputation to
maintain, you know"
"Stuffl" said Polly. doctor Puff
fits good-natured old soul, and ]
really think if some one don't rally to