Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1894-08-24


cents wasted. And there are not
many cents left.
Oatmeal and coffee for breakfast -
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 !"
"Try to remember that it's always
darkest just before daylight, F" en-
couraged Miriam. "Sit up to the
table, dear, and eat something. It's
nice and hot !"
Miriam was a sweet, sh-faced girl
of eighteen. Not, perhaps gifted
with Aurora's beauty, but when you
looked at Miriam Clymer once, you
always wanted to look the second
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 rosy, flushed
damsel burst into the room like
southwest gale.
Breakfast time already?" cried
Polly. "My goodness me, how the
time does fy?"
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 tt
oatmeal.
81 should be busy too" said Mir.
lam, eff there was anything to do"
"How perfectly ridiculous all this
j" cried Polly, waving her spoon
'As if there wasn't always something
to do OF course Aurora would rather
do typewriting, because that's til,
trade she's learned"
'"Tradep" echoed the scandalizet
beauty.
"And Miriam knows more abou
music lessons than anything else; bu
if one cnn't get what one wants, on,
must WANT what one can get. An(
I've earned dollar this morning nj
ready"
"What /" cried Miriam.
"More oatmeal, please" +" said Polly
"Oh, yes, I've washed and dressed
dear little grille in the fiat down stairs
and packed her little dolls toy of
trunk for the train. You see, tn,
nurse got angry and went away. Th,
mother was that pallid consumptiv,
who was buried last week, and tn,
father is sort of ne'er-d -do.well, wh,
plays the cymbals in Jones's Theatr,
and don't pay any of his bills. An,
the janitress was at her wits end wha
to do, and 1 stepped into the breach
1t made me think of the good OLE
times when played with doll almos
as big as / was.
"But where ON earth is tho chill,
going2" asked Miriam.
''To her friends l suppose. 1 lef
her asleep in the crib, and the land
lady's little girl watching her. I'm t,
go back after my breakfast. There
Mirry"-as she tossed big silver dol
lar to the housekeeper-sister "tak
that to buy more oatmeal. And lool
here, Miriam, Doctor pulfitt has got
big order for tho Rosebud Balm TO r
to watering place somewhere on tn
Jersey coast, and wants some one t
paste on labels and tie up the bot
ties, without loss of time. There's
chance |"
Aurora drew herself up.
81 don't think George Belden woul
like IT," said she.
"Oh, George Georgel He
nothing but drug clerk himself
It's none of his business one way q
the other !" cried Polly.
"Well, perhaps if you won't mer
tion IT, said Aurora, timidly. "On
has ones professional reputation /
maintain, you know.
''Stuii said Polly. Doctor Pu
fits good-natured old soul, and
really think II some one don't rally I