Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1895-07-03

mers, and now she wouldn't fling one
of us penny if we were starving! J"
Old Mrs. Playford was better than
ON advertisement in the newspapers.
The Bidgood girls came no more; the
city people kept sublimely away. The
old adage concerning the flight of rats
from falling house came strictly
true.
"Rosa Bidgood hasn't even come
after that conserve Of rose-leaves l
promised her," said Mona, sadly.
"And I gave five dollars for the spices
and essential oil, and I dried the jac-
queminot and neil leaves SO carefully
and Clarie painted such beautiful
butterfly jar for it,!
"Can have the pot-pourri, Mona"
asked Bess, suddenly.
''Yes. if You want it," answered
Mona, with shrug of her shoulders.
"We can't eat nor drink dried rose
leaves. "
"Perhaps we can, said Bess to her
self.
And she rummaged out divers and
undry rare old porcelain jars and
vases from the family stores, filed
them with the sweet, strangely-scent-
ed mass that Mona had concocted, and
carried them quietly to town.
cit smells exactly like Mrs. Grey
toms drawing-room at the manor
house here!" exclaimed Ferdinand
Houghton, as he entered the studio of
Miss Malvina Morris, fair feminine
sculptor, who had some very original
ideas of her own, AMI was on "hail.
fellow-well-met' terms with NIL tho
other artists of both sexes.
She was neither young nor pretty,
yet every one liked Miss Morris.
"Well, I should think it might"
said she. 'Do you see those wine jars
on the shelf?"
GOT course I do. What are they?"
"They are filed with conserved rose
leaves. Mona Greyton made them.
Bess, the second sister, wants me to
sell them for her. Real old porcelain
leaves full OF the subtlest scents OF
Bendemcer. Will you take one at ten
dollars, Ferdy?"
"Then it's true?" said Houghton.
'About their financial troubles?
Unfortunately, yes," said Miss NAL
viua. 'I only wish I could help them.
Come, buy the pot-pourri-there's
good fellow!"
"It's my last ten-dollar BILL" said
Ferdinand, "but here goes! Mona
Greyton is an angel. Do you suppose,
Miss Mally, she would accept poor
artist like me, with no particular in
come and nothing to live on2"
"rry it and see" said Miss Morris.
"But Pm not half good enough for
her."
Possibly" acceded Miss Malvina.
"But there are five girls, you know,
and nothing to live on"
SoFerdinand bought the pot-pourri,
and rode out at once to the manor
house.
Your uncle, sir, wants TO see You
up at tie house." said the groom who
led out his little gray nag.
s:[ can't stay this morning." said
Houghton. "I'm in a hurry"
tBut it's some very particular busi-
ness," said the man, running down
the pavement after him.
"Oh, hang business!" said Hough-
ton.
And off he rode.
Mona was in the garden with q
basket, gathering more rose leaves.
She thought the pot-pourri question
promised favorably.
Ciarice was painting desperately
away at old India ginger jars, up stairs.
Fenella was writing an advertise
ment, "Boarders Wanted" for the
paper.
'The house is as big as o hotel"
said she. "Why not make some use
of it?"
Mona Greyton listened with smiles
and tears to Ferdinand Houghton's
vehement proposal.
"But what could we live upon?"
said She
"Why, could paint pictures, said
this sanguine young wooer. I'm
suro to sell them at tearing big
price as soon as my name becomes
little better known; and Ill have
your mother and oil the girls to live
with us.
"Oh, Ferdinand!" suid Mona, half
laughing, half crying.
And then the young artist knew
that he had not pleaded in vain.
"And it's all owing to the pot
pourri," said she, "the sweet, poeti-
cal pot-pourri.
s.Every bit of it," said Ferdinand.
But his uncle listened gravelY to
the tale when the young man came
home, late in the moonlight, with his
heart full of love affairs.
"Humph" said Uncle Barlow.
Chow many pictures did you sell
during the past year,"
"Two, sir.
''At how much?''
"SeTenty-fve dollars each" reluc-
tantly admitted Ferdinand.
"Humph !" again grunted this re-
lentless old Rhadamanthus. Sand
you expect to maintain wife and her
mother and four sisters Oh hundred
and fifty dollars year,"
81 shall manage to maintain them
in some way way, SIR" sail the un-
abashcd nephew. "Ihere's always the
Far West, you know"
Uncle Barlow laughed.
81 think we can manage to do bet.
ter than that for you, you young
scamp" said he. eff you had turned
back this morning when I sent for you,
instead of pelting off to the manor
house as if it were question OF life or
death, You would have learned that
old Framingham had been overhauled
in London, en- route for Van Dieman's
Land, gorged with plunder like an old
leach"