The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1896-03-04

mered il was apt to be brought to a
sudden halt by some bodily bump, the
result of personal contact with odd
corners and jutting angles. After
weeks soiourn, however, in spite oi
various bruises and other mishaps of
little interest to the uninitiated, they
unanimously voted their miniature
housekeeping great success.
'Even though Rosalie lets in pneu-
monia through all the windows or
Dorothea goes to the other extreme and
smothers us with steam heat" COM
mented Evelyn, as she sat i'm family
conclave, adding up accounts.
al must have it," said Rosalie, with
an expressive gesture of her shapely
hands, the firm, strong hands of the
true sculptor.
"And / my moneys WORTH" put in
Dorothea. 81 hate to think of paying
for seven rooms and a bath, steam heat
ed, without enjoying the full BILL"
"There is Flora's knock" interrupt
ed Evelyn as she hastened to open the
door.
"Well, girls, are you settled ?' asked
the new conner rs she took her seat
among them.
"Quite comfortably, thanks 10 you.
There is nothing more to wish for
locally returned Rosalie. "The
rooms, must admit, have not the airi-
ness you so enthusiastically advertised,
and am seriously afraid that the space
in which | work would scarcely hold a
fair sized model.
"Ah, but you are only on arms and
legs now, so don't croak,n interrupted
Dorothea. "You haven't finished the
head, either, and you know how pro-
verbally long it takes woman to have
her hair dressed. The discussion ofthe
style of the twentieth century coiffure
will take us months at least" added
Dorothea wickedly. "Bangs or no
bangs-it's serious thing to he inn
mortalized in clay. Rosalie picks us to
pieces and takes the best of us for her
fell purposes. Your ears, Flora, don't
they burn you? Evelyn's nose and
my mouth-which is my most un-
offending feature-and so for the figure
that will be composite production of
her five hundred friends, little of
everybody beaten together and shaped
in fashion midway between a Venus
and Jeanness Miller ideal"
Rosalie flushed she seldom spoke of
her work, though Dorothea would bring
it forward in every conversation, being
immensely proud of her sisters talent.
ave have a musical family below
u.s." said Evelyn.
"And a menagerie above" put in
Dorothea. 81 think the Smiths stable
their horses on the premises, such a
trampling and going on from morning
till night"
"But the music, as I said before"
pursued Evelyn, undisturbed by the
interruption, ''sounds familiar. It's
above the ordinary tone of apartments,
and if the Everetts were not supposed
to be travelling abroad, | should imag-
ine-indeed should be almost sure
well, Flora, have you-what is the mat
ter?' she broke off inquisitively, as
she saw Miss Westbrooke turn scarlet,
evidently prey to the most violent
emotion.
"No, no-but, girls, do you know
who does live just below your
An expectant silence was her only
answer.
"Well, l really didn't hear myself
until yesterday; but Will Everett and
his sister moved in Just thEee days ago.
They GAME home very suddenly and
were settled before their friends even
knew they had returned. Will is much
changed, they say-not sociable at all
like he used TO be; pleasant enough
when one can get at him, but that is so
hard, for he ties himself to his piano
nowadays, you know. Will was always
good musician"
Flora Westhraoke had talked on for
the sake of filling an uncomfortable
pause. lsosalie had grown quite pale,
and, rising, had gone To the window,
where she stood absently drumming
on the pane and looking down upon
! the busy street scene below.
Dorothea's sharp tongue for once
had failed her, and Evelyn gave a
troubled sigh as she took up her brush &.
"How could he have known ~ she
said in a low voice, glancing apprehen-
sively at the figure at the window.
"Quite easily, if you will consider.
Being interested, he inquiries for the
Misses Norton at their old home, finds
/ them flown, obtains their address and,
coming here presumably to call, sees an
apartment vacant, puts OFF his call,
consults his sister, Mary, and they
move in-the Everetts were never lag
CARDS, you know. That is, of course,
merely surmise of mine and may Ii
entirely incorrect; there is no telling,
stranger accidents have happened. Did
you go to tbs flower show yesterday ~
asked Flora, adroitly turning the con.
versation, and by degrees 1t drifted In.
TO a more natural vein. Then present
ly Rosalie joined the group and the
little cloud had seemingly vanished.
But when their visitor took her leave
she was very thoughtful as she Went
slowly down stairs. Almost against
her will she had been drawn into plot
which, however, innocent of guile
savored strongly of matchmaking
She doubted seriously if she had shown
wisdom in allowing her heart to run
away with the strong common sense ot
which She had such goodly store, but
ii WAS too late to draw hack, so she
eontented herself with shaking her
head at the young man who stood
waiting for her at the front door.
ats very poor showing you have,
VIII, and very little / can say to en-.
courage YOU" she began in answer tC
his eager, questioning face. "Rosali,
is silent as one of her clay figures, and
the other girls unusually reticent. They
are simply unapproachable through
any ordinary channel"
az do not intend ever again TO ash
Rosalie Norton to be my wife, 4" return