The Penn's Grove record., 1894-10-19
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' ,Teney shrugged her shoulders "a
.rWell," said she, 81 don't see any
alternative, but this new departure
isn't quite according to myidea. Hushi
There's a knock 1t the door" 4
And then it was that Mr.. Poyntz APP
peared on the scene. |
He was delighted with the big, airy
rooms of the old homestead, the wide
hall with its matted floor and paneled
ceiling, the antique msssiveness OF the
furniture, and the lovely prospect from
the windows; and in less than . week
he and his two sisters and the other
members of the sketching class were
snugly installed in their new quar-
tiers.
,Jnney had toiled like q slave TO get
the rooms ready. She had talked her.
self hoarse to induce the butcher to
rondone the arrears and to persuade
The aggrieved general merchant" to
extend new supplies of -four and spices,
tea and sugar.
Gas soon as I get the first weeks
board" said Janey, 81 can pay some
of these debts"
.eBut Philippa must have a spring
hat" said Amelia.
"And Amelia wants to go out sketch
ing with the P~oyntzes," declared
Philippa, "and how can she without
an OUTFIT? You must let us have the
FIRST weeks money, Janey. Don't you
see, Won silly little goose, that Mr..
Poyntz is getting interested in dear
Amelia? Oh, yes he is, in spite of that
great-eyed Miss Duchesne, who goes
about with a Tapping hat and straight
.np~-and-down gown like n of Bough.
toms pictures. Only think what a
thing that would be for us ALI Why,
Mr.. Axworthy says he's q rich man, in
spite of this artist kipk of his"
erich men sometimes are artists, "
lrily remarked Janey.
And so the first weeks earnings were
swallowed up by these human octo-
puses.
Miss Revere, as Amelia called her
self, took great pains with her toilet,
developed a new enthusiasm for art,
and smiled her sweetest on Perciyal
Povntz, while the other Miss Revere
devoted herself to Harry Duchesne and
Frank Axworthy.
Like the lilies of the field, the tall
sisters toiled not, neither did they
spin, but sauntered gracefully about
The green fields, posed under the
greening boughs of the elm trees and
studied the newest novels and poems,
so as to be able to hold their own in
the literary chit-chst of the sketching
party.
otis such a splendid opportunity
for u.s." said Amelia, complacently.
"Tm so glad Janey thought of it,"
smiled Philippa.
One spring day, however, when they
were all copying the fantastic leaps Of
IA certain cascade not far from the
house, Mr.. Poyntz happened to be sit
ting beside fair Amelia, with his easel
before him, and lis palette on his
thumb.
ooh, by-the-way," said he, ''there's
something I want to ask you, Miss Re-
%verei"
Amelia blushed.
This was not the way that proposals.
generally began but then, she reflect
ed, artists we're so unconventional
Its confidential, of course" said
he.
"Oh, of course !" murmured Amelia.
"Wel, then, is it true that that
pretty young hostess of ours has tive
selfish sisters who IRE boarding gem
teelly somewhere, and leaving her tc
bear all the brunt of care and respons.
ibility?" $3.50
Amelia was silent. a.
The blush was gone now; her cheek
wore the pallor of wrath, instead.
"Of course 1 don't believe it," said
ne. 81 never have heard Of any such
persons since l have been here. But
Mary declares it is a fact. tell her,
though, that if there were any sisters
they would be here to help her in her
household tasks and duties. She's the
bravest little soldier I ever saw"
Miss Amelia bit her lip; her eyes
lightened ~ominously.
81 don't know how you should ex-
pect me to know all about Miss Wal
toms household affairs, said she. ~
am a Revere!"
"Oh, 1 beg your pardon!" said
Poyntz. 81 supposed you were old
lcquaintances."
"And I really can't imagine vim
lictively added Amelia, "why you
should be interested in the matter, one
way or another"
Cant you?" He smiled, and
touched the ~glittering edge of the cas-
'ade with ivory-white. 'sWhy, because
m interested in Miss Walton herself:
because I find her the most interesting
'ers9n fsv~vrsSes6 sssgss ! have
Amelia leaned forsy I n at II
gasp. n Red Sk
81 don't know. Ihy was hameaved
vet sny answer to tIlnade his Int to
her this morning" this po
"Do you mean-Janl as it was gu
"of course I mean-JN get into j
Miss Amelia started upSoupbt beer
'ketehing utensils scatterV net .slves
every which way. W. !
II think a bee has stung N F'finger,"
said she. II must hurry back to the
house."
Mr.. Poyntz looked after her in some
Dmazement, but before he could decide
whether it was best for him to follow
her and inquire into the full extent of
her injury, his sister Mary came to his
side.
"Percival," she whispered, eve dis
covered it ALL Revere isn't the true
name at all of those big blue-eyed girls.
They are the selfish sisters, masking as
ladies of leisure, for their poor little
sister to do the work and bear the
lame of everything. Oh, I never
heard anything like it in my life She's
IS much a Revere as they arel"
"Well," said Mr.. Poyntz, quietly,
eff l have my way, she won't be a Re-
we're longl"
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