The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1894-02-01

4E ,,,, %y,'Ih, n,I "nd MT. break. ,
aNsszse d""4I~I led through. i1'' ~'I" /"
s:S3 the drawing room MI
- the pnic.blu, bro.
cad" curtains we've
looped back TO admit every glenn of
gray daylight. and Peters, III. gag
dcncr, had Just brought m monster
a2nlen all n-huttcr with blossoms. and
whole colony OF orange and lemon
trees
Two Persian cats froIicked behind a
statue Of "Blnd Nydia. and n slim
Italian greyhound doIci before the
fire IN its bluc-rlhboncd bnsket. All
around the room were scattered the
guests in whispering knots aud laugh
ing twos and threcs.
Beautiful Paulita PonsOnhy sat on
the white Administer carpet, teasing a
scarlet plumed parrot.
Agnes Field was teaching Mrs
Frank Howard II new stitch IN crochet,
and little Kitty Everdale was practic-
ing wild waltz all by herself in the
hay window to the strumming Of Miss
Beliord's banjo.
Everybody was occupied in "A quiet
way except Barbnra Hay, and Barbara.
shrinking back against the big china
cabinet with book in her lap, was
furtively ching the others, and
feeling as If he belonged to another
world.
'lf | were shipwrecked on some for
pign island it couldn't seem stranger. "
she thougi TO herself "Oh, dea- -
oh dear Aud I did so long w see
'-.-r --..- =, ''-s a ,-OIucf wuV
lmy new dress, straight from the dress
maker. don't look like theirs? And
Miss Aston laughed 80 behind her fan
last night when | sang Bonnie Dun.
dce| Papa always liked it, ana Mr..
Hilton said he preferred old hallnds.
OF course it wasn't like Mrs. Howard :
Spanish Cayatiua, or Miss Belford =
banjo, but but .
And, almost unknown to herself, a
big tear detached itself from her long
black lnshcs and dropped ON the leaf
of her book.
Juliet Belford flung her banjo ON
the sofa
"Wherc nrc all the mem" said she
''Oh, didn't they tell Nou?' Miss
Aston opened her porcelain blue ewes
very wide. "Gouc oil uu Bluuudel
Mountain, mistlctue hunting. They
ordered an early breakfast on the ,ly
--horrld, selfish things and were on
before our eyes were open IN the mora.
ing.
"Men are always thinking of them
selves, said Miss Bcliorl. "But, Of
course, We couldn't have gone in TIN,
driving snow.
Though there are some very fne
snddlc horses IN Uucic Jos stable. "
said Audrey. "Aud IL will be- nice t.
have some misilctor of the real pearly-
bcrr,cd kind 1t grows only in Ger.
tain patch ot wood on Bloundrl Noun.
unln
'But what long, stupid. dreary
day We are going to have. sighed
beautiful Pnulitt. II say. Audrey,
who Is TIM, odd specimen in the
corner; The girl, mean, with the
black eyes aud the dress cut IN the
time oi Marie Antoinctte?'
Miss Ponsonhy had drawn nearer
her hostess, and lowered her voice to
IA whisper
That? oh, that's Barbara HAY 80
And who, pray, is Barbara Hsy?"
persisted Miss Ponsonby, eying Bar
bard over the top of her blue ostrich
fan with pretty insolcncc
one tell? Her father is literary man.
an old acquaintance of Uncle 10. who
lives IN blue mouldy old house down
by Billet River and she has never
been anywhere in all her life and
Uncle Jo happened t. he mentioning
our New Years merrymakings, and
the man asked, mp aud down, if she
could come. Said she never had II
chnnce to mingle in society or any
thing-so what could poor Uncle 10
do? And the next day she arrived in
n mud-splashed, country wagon, with
II little leather trunk, like au old pic
ture.
tinkle of laughter sounded in the
group which had now gathered around
'"V NVh'i"i MhiNp'ici, pul none OF
them observed how, lower and lower
still, Bsrbara's head was dropping
above her book
''ohe don't seem to be enjoying her.
self particularly well at present,
murmured Miss Belford, maliciously.
"We must get her to sing again for
US to-day" giggled Paulita Ponsonby.
And there was second partially re.