Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1897-12-09

I realize I am only forlorn remnant
of the good old times. Go on, Juliet,
since you persist in going"
And with smile, and merry little
threatening of her finger, Juliet Ches-
ter turned away and went out into the
crisp October morning. lovely, deli
cate girl of twenty, with pure, pale
complexion, and eyes and hair of jetty
black, and whose cheap dress of dark
blue flannel set off her slender, supple
figure as charmingly as tender green
leaf sets off rose.
Sixteen year old Dell Chester fol-
lowed the retreating figure with proud,
glad eyes for a moment, then began
clearing away the remnants of Mr..
Chester's late, solitary breakfast of
broile3 chicken and soft-boiled eggs,
with mullins and coffee, whereas Juliet
and Dell had breakfasted two hours
earlier on oatmeal aud toast.
you're not sorry Juliet has secured
the position, papa" she asked, Won
deringly, her wonder increasing to
see Mr.. Chester close his eyes and lay
his head forlornly back on the chair.
Child, child! How fortunate it is
you are not old enough to appreciate
the torture of my sensitive feelings!"
But, papa, dear, cannot see what
difference it makes whether Juliet uses
the caligraph at home, or exhibits it
in the elegant Office on Broadway.
Where is the difference, papa, as long
as she makes Just as much money!"
Mr.. Chester shook his head forlorn-
ly and solemnly.
81 little thought to live to see the
day when a Chester-a daughter of
mine-would be obliged to work for
her living-and in public store on
Broadway, too! / wish / had died
when your poor mother didl"
'Oh, papa, don't!"
cit would have been so much better
so much better!" he groaned. 'I
know l am in the way with my old
fashioned notions, and the pride of
station L cannot overcome. | only
hope that Percy Tregonell sleeps peace
fully in his bed of nights, that's all!
know 1 never could if L had cheated
my relations out of their inheritance,
as he has doneI"
"But, papa, you know the law gave
the estate to Cousin Percy, instead of
us. He couldn't help it.
Couldn't help it? Nonsense-when
your grandmother had brought me up,
aud taught me to believe, all my life,
that Tregonell and all its belongings
were to be mine, and not to go to the
Tregonell branch. And to know a
Tregonell stepped ina selfish, heart
less, oyerbearing-"
"Oh papa, you should not talk that
way! You have never seen Cousin
Percy"
"And [ hope I never mayl If he
had the first instinct of man, a gen
tlemau, he would have invited us back
to Tregonell, where / lived all my
young days, and had us make it our
home for the rest of our lives"
Dell smiled as she Strengthened the
rable-cover.
"Would you have invited Cousin
Percy to live at Tregonell if you had
gained the lawsuit, papa?"
81 wish You would drop the subject,
Dell, he said, petulantly, "and bring
me this..morninS's paper, ifit has come. >
Dell obeyed, silently.
While fair Juliet was hurrying to
the office on Broadway, trying not to
feel discouraged because OF the lack Of
appreciation her father expressed al
her earnest efforts not only to gain O
livelihood, but to keep the elegant, sell
fish gentleman supplied with all the
luxuries to which he had been accus
toned in the palmy days of old, before
all his substance ss spent in fighting
the law about T ,ell.