Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1898-05-05

And Mr.. Julian, who liked the
great linden trees of Brabazon Court,
the sweet breath of the Noisette roses,
and the atmosphere of sleepy, golden
balm that surrounded its wide ver-
andas, assented without more per-
suasion.
Major Brabazon rode to the nearest
town and bought Myrtle big trunk
and a turquoise locket; Miss Dorothea
set herself to work to prepare her
niece's wardrobe properly for Madame
de Parega's fashionable establishment
at New Orleans; and Mr.. Julian en-
deavored by argument, coaxing and
adiurations, to reconcile Myrtle to the
prospect
"You'll like it, when once you are
there" said he. 81 am quite sure
that you will"
''How do you know that I shall?"
pouted Myrtle. ''For I'm quite sure
that 1 sha'n't"
"You will have the society of other
girls OF your own age," he reasoned.
81 hate girls" said Myrtle. Gross,
envious, backbiting things, with not
an idea beyond lawn tennis, crewel-
work and china-painting"
''You will be gaining an educa-
ton"
"Butwhat is the use of education?"
persisted obstinate Myrtle. 81 couldn't
chalk out career for myself, like
man, if [ had ever so good au educa-
ton. All could do would be to sit
at home with folded hands and hair
banged on my forehead, waiting for
some young man to be good enough to
ask me to marry him."
Mr.. Julian could not help laughing.
"Myrtle," said he, "you are a
strange little girl"
"Yes, L suppose I am" said she,
meditatively, "or else L should be de-
lighted at the prospect of boarding
school. Six hundred dollars, payable
in advance. 1 don't believe Madame
de Parega is worth it. Oh, if Uncle
Barney would only let me have six
hundred dollars to build a yacht to
sail on Clear River, or to buy Red Rod
eric, the roam hunter, that old Mr.. Sed-
ley will have to sell at auction next
week!''
Il don't think that if I were you I
would dwell on these things" said Mr..
Julian, depressing a smile. "a young
lady"
"There it isl" sharply interrupted
Myrtle. ga young ladyl Oh, why
didn't Providence make me something
else? [ would almost have been salts
fed to be a plow-boy. Plow-boys
don't have to go to boarding school. "
Julian looked earnestly at her. He
was trying to share Uncle Barnabas
Brabazon's original opinion that it was
almost pity to cramp such regal ma
ture into the orthodox world of any
Establishment, for Young Ladies. -
Myrtle was odd, strange, abrupt, but
she was original.
And he missed her when at last she
was sent away, sobbing as if her heart
would break, with the big trunk packed
full of dresses, frills, French boots and
the pretty turquoise locket at her
throat.
Ss "It's too bad to break that affection
ate little heart of hers" said he.
"But she must be educated, you
know" argued Major Brabazon.
"And she was really getting entirely
beyond my CONTROL" added Miss Do
rothea, regretfully.
Harry Julian stayed, as he had
promised, for the Mount st. Richard
fox-hunt, and for the fishing; but it
was dismally lonely after Myrtle Mono
gram was gone.
1t had never seemed possible to him
that he could so miss child like that
Seventeen, did Miss Dorothea say?
No, it never could be possible that
Myrtle could be seventeen.
Before the stipulated month of his
visit was out, however, Myrtle Mono
gram came home-walked most unex-
pectedly into the ered-curtained dining
room, one windy, tempestuous No
vember night, her French kid boots
all burst out, the hem of her gown in
tatters, her curls tangled, and a reso-
lutte glitter in her eyes.
''I'ye run away" said Myrtle. GIVE
come back home on foot, and I'd
sooner die than so back again! But
but-why do you all look so pale and
troubled? What is in that letter?
Why are you so glad to see me 2"
And she threw herself, white and
terrified, into Aunt Dorothea's arms.
"My dear-my DEAR" said the good
old soul, who was shaking like leaf,
you have flung away your last chance
an education that might fit you to
be governess. This letter is from
the lawyer in New York. Those mine
Investments have turned out the
merest bubble, and you are as poor as
the waitress in the kitchen. Oh
Myrtle, Myrtle!-and to think of the
six hundred dollars that you have
wasted by this mad freak"
Myrtle had rallied herself by this
time. Still and pale, she stood look
ing at the faces of her guardians.
Shall L go back?" she asked, in a
strange, 'repressed tone. "Shall 1