The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1895-12-18

L beg your pardon. IL it isn't DIR.
Grimes ~
''or what is left of him." that gentle
man flustered.
"Will you tell me, miss, what you
mean by fitting headlong in this FASH
ion at respectable old gentlemen who
weigh two hundred ?"
"lf you please, sir, we were in bit
of a hurry going for oranges for Miss
Alice"
'lf she needs 'em that badly 1 think
I'll turn back with you to see that you
get a good sort. There's new Florida
oranges in-thin-skinned and sweet.
M-h-ah, how is Miss Alice to-day?u
Cooked, SIR"
"What?"
'She's being slowly roasted, say, in
that little ell-studio of hers. I'd like
to be her mother, DIR. Grimes, for about
year, till | could teach her some
sense ~
81 have found Miss Yarwood lady
of extremely sound sense and good
Judgment" said DR. Grimes, with dig
nifty.
''Then you don't know her as well
as do," came the unabashed retort.
"You don't know her business meth
DDS. She's doing charitable work for
people who could buy her-house, lot
and all-and who call themselves her
patrons! You don't know, perhaps,
that she has her breakfast ut six o clock
in the morning that she may lose no
minute of precious daylight; that she
hardly takes time to eat, all day that
she gives her eyes and her strength,
and her real, artistic talent to the grace
less people of Brentwood for the muni-
ficent sum of dollar day."
"You don't mean itv' gasped the
doctor.
'Indeed / do And l want to fight
somebody. She's almost i'll, this min
ute; but she will tell me, smiling sweet
ly, that she must earn her bread and
butter, and that she's thankful she
can p'
DIR. Grimes cleared his throat. 81
haven't been long i'm Brentwood" he
said. 81 fancied Miss Yarwood did |
her china-painting mainly for amuse-
ment."
"Well, that's about all she gets out |
of it," said the girl, grimly: "but even |
amusements may be INDUCED in to ex-
cess. Oranges, yes-Floridas, Dozen"
"And couple of pounds of those |
California grapes" put in the doctor,
pointing with his stick to the saw
dusty box over which luscious white |
clusters were hanging. "Well, well,
well there ought to be guardian. /
should say. She looks well enough to |
other peoples needs. There was that |
Osgoods family, shiftless things !
first ran across her there"
That's where her muff went, be
cause poor Mrs. Osgood's hands looked |
cold,-big fat things Land her own
have frozen blue ever since. She never |
will learn any sense.
tut. tut! Miss Nora,-No you
needn't say | sent the grapes,-I |
shouldn't dare and the big doctor
really looked alarmed. "But | hope |
she'll eat them"
''lf she doesn't her boarder WILL"
and Nora laughed mischievously.
She was still smiling, over thoughts
all her own, when she looked into the |
studio again at tea-time. Miss Var
wood dropped her brush for moment,
and looked knowingly at the rosy girl
ish face.
81 saw you, Nora, you rogue both
of you. And, my dear, there's the
right sort of man how different from
those ligh. creatures Billy Smith and |
Tom. Not that Billy and Tom aren't |
nice boys in their way, but the doctor
is so fine and big and handsome, And
l saw him look after you, Nora dear, as
you came in at the gate, almost as if
he would have to turn and follow"
ats likely enough he wanted to-"
laughed the girl.
Miss Iarwood looked at her half
wistfully.
"Don't take it too lightly, Nora, my |
big, happy girl. Love doesn't come to
all lives-not such love as his would |
be. / tell you he's real nobleman,
Nora"
''Too fat" commented Nora laconic-
ally.
Miss Yarwood looked aghast. Then
she said, with a little, quiet dignity,
"He's large man, not fat. Wen go
to supper Nora"