The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1896-02-04

ihir quo rudy as MS namesake OF old,
ne OF Goliath fame, was the bread
every morning, clad in q blouse and
oyeraus, and armed with brush ard
paint pail, Dave trudged off to his
work. Although only o house painter,
he had artistic aspirations, and his
coy room In the little brown cottage
was filed with sketches, which, crude
though they might be, evinced a merit
easily recognized by others less partial
than his sister Dolly. .
Dolly was Dawes twin. She had
the same clear, violet eyes; the same
light complexion that a laugh hushes
so rosily the same brown hair with q
CLINT of red gold in it. Dolly had her
aspirations, TOO. She wanted to be q
writer. Thus far, however, she had
troubled sea of literature. Some Of
them had foundered, but several had
come into port %grandly, and the pale
blue and yellow checks fer a modest
sum sent Dolly had caused days of
rejoicing In the brown cottage.
Aunt Betsey Dacey had neither
artistic nor literary longings. She
had become an inmate Of the house
hold when the parents of the twins
prosperity had frightened her well
come. And when death and loss of
property came, aunt Betsey stayed on,
though there were those who said
that it was extremely foolish for the
twins to burden themselves with a
feeble, old relative. But aunt Betsey
: knew that she was secure in the love
of the two ~loyal-hearted young people,
and she did her best to help exc out
the family income by knitting socks
and mittens and piecing quilts.
Thara waa onOther nomhar ~ tho
Dacey household, whom we may men,
tion incidentally. This was the lady
boarder, q lonely sad-hearted woman
who had once been rich, and had
friends who had called her beautiful
and witty, and had, Dr. thought she
had, all the glories of the world in a
rainbow boap. But the riches had
ratively speaking, had the friends, and
the lady boarder, suiting her position
to her purse, was moping in the little
brown cottage and trying to fight
Giant Despair, though to be sure, q
cozy, brown cottage, with two lively
young folks in it like Dave and Dolly,
never does make q very successful
Doubling Castle.
Dave and Dolly were especially
lively on the morning u story begins.
Dav had the job of painting his next
oooi hStSh o iOhSOs llo "to oo"D
on his knees in the soft, cool grass,
dabbing industriously at the pointed
pailings that was only q few roGs away
from the v~ine-wreathed window, in
side of which Dolly's face with it sunny
curls every now and then appeared,
Dolly's face vas roiser than ever, for
she was doing u big ironing which she
didn't mind in the least because it was
going to bring in some extra dollars
and cents.
81 say, Davy," she called out, as she
hung up a much beruffed pink muslin
shirt, 81 say, one week more, and well
have enough to buy our horses and
take our trip |"
Toe "horses" meant two new
bicycles and the "trip" meant an out.
ing which the twins had planned and
for which they had saved for more
than two years. Their route was tc
walled in by green hills, where every
turn in the road was to bring new
scenes before Dawes beauty-loving
ayes As for Dolly, she intended thai
"evSry incident and accident" should
be immortalized in pen and ink. Il
was a beautiful air castle that the
twins had been building-a substantial
one, too, for, as Dolly had said, the
funds for the trip were nearly gather
ed together. Much cheerful chatte,
went back and forth from the oper
window to the line of buff pickets
Even the robins in the cherry tree
were not more merry. Dolly was JUS
trying n sissing iron, and Dave wa.
giving a few extra flourishes to tn,
red cap of the buff fence post, when
high-pitched voice from the side porch
called ou, eXcitedly
Children, children, where be We p
"There's aunt Betsey calling" sait
Dave. Il guess she's found an extr,
bit OF news in the weekly paper;
saw Jake Mangus come by with tn,
mail q few minutes ago."
But 1t was no news from the villag,
paper that had SO excited aunt Betsey
She had just received a very interest
ing letter.
tits from Nancy Ann Petrie I" sh,
chirped cheerily,. as the young folk,
appeared upon the scene. "You'v,
heard me speak o. her. Her an IN,
lived side by side fur over forty years
We borryed one another's emptin's an
dress patterns an helped each otheI
through spells o. sickness. We nevel
had no trouble. If I'd a sister ]
couldn't have thought more of he
than | did O. Nancy AMMAN she O
land sakes no An what do yo,
think, children ?" here aunt Betse,
nodded so excitedly that her cap nearly
tumbled off, "what do you think
Nancy Ann has sent me an invite tC
come to Digby Junction |! For q wish
o, six Q or maybe two months
Her son an his wife air goin' away an
Nancy Ann Is left to keep house. alone
they've got a real stylish place, I've
heard say-an' she wants me fur com.
pany-Six weeks-jest think How
Nancy AIMS tongue an mine would
run J We amt seen n another fun
over fifteen years My, how l should
admire to go! But" here aunt Betsey
~sighed-''of course, l can't go. I
might as well think of goin' to YurruI
or Jericho as to think of O trip tC
Digby Junction! It's over five hundred
miles there-I looked in the railroad
guide once-an' 1T would cost over
twelve dollars to go an twelve dollars
to come back. Sides, 1 amt got nc
clothes fit to wear I expect Nancy
AIMS kinder stylish-her sons ices
trict attorney, you know-an' |
shouldn't want her to be ashamed O
me. Well, well, we'll, it's kinder nice
to think about the invite, even il 1
can't accept It,"
Whereupon, aunt Betsey fell to knit.
ting industriousfy, though occasionally
h lifted her eyes from the gray sock
t o gaze longingly over the rim of the
distant hills beyond which lay the