The Robesonian. [volume] (Lumberton, N.C.) 1870-current, 1897-12-08

you ever see Lisa that she was no
tlsheveled?"
oile did not take into considera
'lon the fact that the clothes hand
ed down from Doris to her siste
mad always been made the yer,
most of by that artistic and reall,
deft-fingered young woman, th
elder Miss Drummond, and tba
they had not, even in their earl,
bloom, been made of the less ner
lshable materials richer peonl,
could afford to buy. Even Lisa
nerseif, did not think of this. :
Florentine dust sticks SO, ~ she
SAID, ruefully, as She e~looked at
herself-in the glass; land l think.
OF all the places we have been to.
Florence is the dustiest. But
sometimes I think it is / who
stick to the dust, and not the dust
that sticks to me. Doris never
looks dusty. She's not untidy
even when she is painting. 1 should
be a palette in myself. Iaccumu-
late dirt. I'm that kind of person.
oh!' Ringing herself into chait
before the spindle-legged toilet ia
Die, and laying her head on her
arms, chow [ wish=-how l wish I
was like Doris!'' i
it seemed to more people than
Lisa that Doris Drummond was to
be envied somewhat. When she
mad been a child, she had been q
handsome child-fair, cIeyer, we'll
regulated, and anniahle. when
she became a woman, she was a I
beautiful woman; a woman with
wonderfully fair, finely-chiseled
face, with large, deep-violet eyes,
with an exquisite, calm voice, and
soft, warmly-tinted hair. She was
a young woman who must necessa-
1lly be admired, and, added to
this, she was genius; at. least,
there were people who said so. She
mad at least a talent for painting
charming, correct little pictures
and making excellent, correct lit
tie copies ofgood things. Wheth-
er she believed in herself or not.
1T would have been a difficult mat
ter to decide; but Mrs. Drum
mond believed in her, and had
lived on the Continent year after
year, upon her account. She had
lived economically, too, as she was {
obliged to do, with her small in !
come. And ELca, in course of ]
time, Doris occasionally sold a
picture, she had rejoiced exceed !
ngly, and believed in her great fu-
IRE with still greater frmncss. s
She could do nothing with Lisa. 6
lisa was a Drummond; and no q
)rummond had ever been or done c
'nything IN particular. She had c
'een beauty herself, and it was {
sad blow to her to find Lisa, at e
eventeen, q talh thin slip of a
,irl, all eyes and hair, and with v
impossible mouth, and nose, and >,
kin. "All three" she said, con- E
ldentially to Doris, "of the most :,
Indifferent description, "A skin o
ike an Italian, and a mouth Ike !,
othing in particular, and a nose =
. Well, I can say, in the pres i
nee of my maker, Doris, that I h
ave shed teass over her nosesa ~
core of times. But, I must saw, -
| II
am devoutly grateful that it is
OF snub. | donpot think you VI
aadd call it a snub, Doris. Do b
ou?"
"No, MOTHER. answered Doris :,
18th her placid air. !;
Mrs. Drummond glanced up at
er admiringly. n
"Your own, my dear, has been sl
n inexpressible comfort to me p :,
1e sighed. :,
Doris smiled family. W
"Yes, Mrs. Drummond contin- O,
ed, shaking her head. "And if i,
Oh have noticed, Doris, noses, as m
rule, are such an unsatisfactory,
ncertain feature. It is a theory
mine, that more peoples happi- ;n
esq and prospects for life are i;
lined by noses than anything else. o,
Id you ever see a person with a r.
oman 'nose,who looked as.if it be-
nged to him? must say;I new sv
did. And what is more absurd n,
ian a Roman nose with one of th
lose low foreheads, or receding
llns, for instance? AS if the dc
ose was trying to look at the chin,
I'd the chin Mas trying to avoid
And ] am sure a little nose, So
oris, an absolutely little nose, on 10
le of those large, red faces, is {
ally distressing. 1t seems to me I'm
if the right people had all got lii
e wrong noses. Just think how ou