The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1895-07-20
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ITO LET--APPLY WITHIN.

The effusion upon which she was s.
hard at work was neither more nor les
than big ''ro Let" printed on the bacl
OF sheet of her deceased fathers sermon
paper, and she viewed it with solemn salts
faction"
'To Let-Apply Within"
Il won't laY any real estate agents
fees" said she, "nor | won't pay good
hard money for notice can print myself
I've economical all my life, and I'm no
going to leave off now Eunice-Eunice
l sayn'
In answer to the last word, spoken il
quick arbitrary accents, a bright eyed CIR
of seventeen came running in, wiping he
dimpled hands on a frilled bingham apron
Her cheeks were flushed with household
exercise, her shining brown hair was coiled
in a lustrous braid at the back of her heaG
and her long dashed hazel eyes sparkled
like diamonds.
"What is it aunty?" said E,nice
Lynn
sect the paste-pot and a brush" sale
Miss Lynn, land put up this To Let"
Eunice looked first at her aunt and thel
at the fat, black lettered sign in dis
may.
"Aunt Lohclia, said she, "are you 90
ing to move?'
eyes, said Miss Lobelia, 'rve mad,
up my mind to give up housekeeping.
where are you going, Aunt Lobelia
"l'm going to Vermont" said Mis-,
Lobelia Lynn, 'to keep house for Cousil
Peter Lynn, whose wife Cerinthia is feeble
and can't keep an eye to things"
Eunice colored visibly.
"But, Aunt I.obelia," said she, 'it wa,
me that Cousin Peter wrote for to CONF
and help Cerinthia and be companion t,
the girls"
'Nes, lkIow," said Miss Lobelia, witt
with the indifference of utter selfshnes>
but Peter hadn't any idea how youn.
and inexperienced you are, and I've writer
to him that will come there, if he'll pa,
me liberal wages and give me the complet,
management of everything"
But, Aunt I.obeia-'
"Well."
'What is to become of me?" pleaded
poor Eunice.
"Some people are always thinking o
themselvss!' said Miss Lobelia, sharply
why, what should become of YOU? You
can get place with Mrs Sewitup in thu
millinery business; or you can 90 out IA,
companion. And now think of it, it wa
only yesterday l saw in the daily pape
that Sell 4 Shaffer wanted dozen smar
young women to stand behind the counter
There are always plenty of things for
woman to do if only she has little am
bltlon and energy. And now don't stanC
there, looking as if your senses were al
flying up the chimney, but hustle out ant
put up that notice as spry as possible, fo
it's nice day, and all the house hunter.
will be out"
Eunice Lynn obeyed, with an indescrib
able feeling, as if the whole world wer,
turning itself upside down.
And as she leaned over the iron rail o.
the steps, fastening the big " To Let
against the mildewed brick wall, a certain
scent OF greening grass and opening dande
lions saluted her senses, while the MARBLE
of a prisoned thrush in cage across thu
street remined her of visit she had ono,
made, years and years ago, to this SAINT
Cousin Peter Lynn up among the mapl,
sugar groves of Vermont.
Tears came unbidden into Eunice's
eyes.
sob, how delightful it would be to live
In the real countryn' she said to herself
And | know | could make myself useful
at Cousin Peters. But if Aunt Lobela is
going herself, there is an end of the
matter.
For Eunice was too well used to he,
aunts overbearing egotism even to attempt
struggle against it.
All the life long she had been the victim
OF Aunt lobelia's selshness 1t was toe
late for any rebellion now.
And then Aunt Lobelia went ND TO he,
room to pack Der trunk for Cousin Peter,
while Eunce returned to her dish wasbn,
and ironing.
All day long the house was besiepeC
with an eager throng of house hunters. Al
day long Eunice marshaled them over th,
premises with untiring patience, answer
ing more questions than any catechisn
could contain, bearing patiently Will
covert insult, and keeping up a Cheerful
front while every bone in her poor littl
body ached with WEAKNESS.
And Aunt lobelia cried:
Tired Why what on earth have vo,
done to be tired?'
On the afternoon of the second day Mis-
Lobelia shouted shrilly down the bacl
staircase to her niece:
'Eunice! Eunice! Hurry uni Herr
comes Mr. Benedict, the rich old iewele
from down town. He's looked at the #,
Let he's coming in. Put an extra fit,
dollars year on the rent if he's to TAX
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