The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1896-08-18

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after having their faces newly washed
IN the glittcrinS morning dew.
ooh, dear ~ sighed pretty Sybil
Sweetfern, coming IN from the con
yolvulus draped portico, where she
had been idly rocking back and for
ward IN deep cushioned rocking
ch'lr; There goes Bernard Bramble
Galloping past. without even deigninr
to bestow II glance toward the house.
What can be the matter, do Won san
pose, Aunt Serefna?"
SPILLS Aunt Sereiiua was busv
weighing Strawberries and white sugar
for preserves; for she was n deyout
follower of the old pound. for pound
method OF making swectmcats, such ms
our grandmothcrs used to make before
the day of tin fruit cans and self.seal-
ing glass jars.
She was brisk, capable woman,
with IL wrinklel, rosy-cheeked face,
that reminded one OF tart-natured
crab apple, somewhat mellowed with
age.
Not but what Miss Serelina's heart
was mellow enough, but her manners
were apt to he rather frosty and crab
bed, especially when she was yexed ms
happened to be the case just at pres
ent.
What's thatl" she demanded.
sharply, turning to her niece, with an
angry sparkle in her specialized gray
eyes. BERNARD Bramble look toward
you, indeed l only wonder that he
condescends to ride pat the house
| 4 6 4
Dear me, auntie," retortcd the
pretty niece, Struggling her shapely
shoulders, 81 don't know how you'd
get home, thenl There's OILY one road
he can go, unless he takes TO SCALING
fences and cutting across peoples or.
chards and wheat fields, which must
say / shouldn't think they would like.
If he did. And, besides, / don't see
what reason he's got for going ont of
his way TO avoid us, rs il we had the
plague, just because IL"
Because you refused to marry
him. broke in Miss Scrcfnn, with
pcppery warmth. "Why don't Won
finish, miss? And goose you are for
refusing him, too. a wcll-to do
young man, thrifty and forehanded,
with good farm, and money in the
bank, too"
"But, nuntic, don't Like him
well enough to marry him, " persisted
Sybil. ole amt halt so good looking
rs Morton De Lisle."
"Humphl Morton De Lisle, in.
deed ~ smiled her aunt, souriy. "a
Teller you've never sot eyes on in your
li'eH
''But I've seen his picture {" cried
Sybil, her sapphiro blue eyes spark
ling crgcriy. Dell Strothcrs showed
10 To- me. He's her cousin, Won know.
And sue SAYS he took great fancy 10
my picture, and she's going 10 give
hun letter OF Introduction, so he eau
come aud see me- And, oh, aunt, he's
us as handsome as a Spanish don"
Fiddle strings How do you know
anything about Spanish dous, ia like
g. kuDw2 DID you ever geo one, Svbil
Swectlcrn2" demanded Aunt ScreIinn,
a.oycriu2 nt her niece.
"N-uO," admitted Sybil, truthfully.
"But ! know hc is. ~
You. Il better quit thinking about
him, them, ADVISED her aunt, smelly
'.ur spanish dons ain { much account.
cYuuuI to my way OF thinking.
They're shi'tIess set, and you better
tnas up with Bernard set, 81 hs amt
one OF them peaked looking douy, as
Hou cal 'em. Hos got plenty OF
money too
Ju, aunt 'pcakel.looking,' in.
deed Morton De Li.lo is just splcn-
dr., with hpir ike the ravens wing,
nnd eyes as black and melting rs -as
'aythtngi Aud as for money, I wish
t..ro wus no such thing as money in
The voridl"
'JHol Ghem'svcry fine sentiments,
indeed, miss. 80 such thing as money
DO iho world. Justwait till you want
r.w irock or a sumner bonnet, and
zee What you'll say then.