Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1897-07-29
CHAPTER XVII.

1t was n glorious day-that first of
May! Never had the verdant Island.
the broad river and it's wooded banks,
seemed fresher. gay err or lovelier.
Within a shaded creek on the south
ern side OF the island. a little boat OF
snow-white sails was moored. Ii had
just arrived from Cornport. with GER.
tain luxuries and ~elegancies for the &C
aston. And oh. but everybody in the
little seaport town must have known
what was going Oh at Fuljoy's Isle
that day.
Within the mansion all was in a high
state of hustle. getting ready for the
reception of the bridal party. This was
the day after the wedding and The
happy pair We're expected to arrive in
time for a late dinner. Preparations
were therefore being made upon q
great scale; the house had been newly
furnished. and decorated in elegant
style. And the last finishing touches
were 10Y being made, under the SUI
peryision of Miss Mehitable Powers.
Miss Hit limited her labors to the ex-
ertion of moving slowly from to
room, sinking heavily into easy chairs,
and signing forth her instructors to
the loop of eager. excited h~ouseEaiids
that attended her. She had waddle1
through the house about nin times that
day. and was about to commence her
terth and last tour of inspection, when,
suddenly. without rapping, Etty Burns
danced into the hall. Etty Burns, the
black-haired. red-cheeked little niece OF
old Major Patrick Burns. Of Burnstop,
"Oh. Miss Hit. / have come to see the
rooms before the wedding party ar
riyes, You will show ME through them,
will you not?' exclaimed The breathleSi
girl
BLESS ny life and soul. Etty, how
you did startle me-! Why, however did
you get ~across?'
why, rowed across, of course; did
you suppose l swami
you'll drown yourself some day; ]
say 1t and stick to il. / wonder at Ma
jor Patrick 10 let You run oil as you
do
There. now! I didn't run. I rou,.d,
| tell you. But now, show me through
the rooms, that's a dear, good Miss
Hit"
'Show you through the rooms
humph. yes. and put all sorts of things
into your head! humph. we'll. / suppose
they would come there all the saIne!'
sighed Miss Hit.
You can make your affidavit to
that" asSented Etty.
.Hrmph, hal well, 1t wasn't so when
] was young"
NO; for people had no rooms to think
about; they dwelt in tents in those an.
tediluvian days! Come away and let Us
see the suite"
"Oh, Etty. what a shame your grand.
mother don't take you h0mer.'
MY grandmother is DER aud to be
flashed wi the likes o. me-"
"Oh, Etty, Etty. how your education
has been neglected. The likes OF you,
But come along; If you must see the
house you must. / suppose"
They were now standing in the hall
and Miss Hit opened the door on the
right-hand side. and displayed the draw,
ing room, In its splendid new suit OF
furniture, all blue and silyer-blue sat.
in damask curtains faced with yer
and draped with inner hangings OF lace,
blue velvet sofas. and Ottomans, and
easy chairs; silver chandeliers 10
match; and, finally, a Brussels carpet
with blue harebeils running over a sill
very-white ground. The room was dec.
GRATED with flowers, wreathed around
the chandeliers. festooned over the tops
of the mirrors. and grouped in vases
upon the mantel-p.eces and center AID
side tables.
Etty. who had never e ANYTHING
better than the plain. old-fashioncd
farm house furniture ut Burnstop. was
in raptures at all this finery. among
which sh ewould have loved to finger
had no Miss Hit opened a communicate
ing door, and introduced her into a very
pretty little morning room. the hang.
ings and furniture of which were OF
maize-colored silk.
They then crossed the central hall
opened the door on the left hand, and
entered the dining room, the walls OF
which were covered with the finest pie
tures-some were originals OF celebrat-
ed living artists. and others excellent