Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1899-01-12
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window.
"Where can they be going?" cried
Neva, devoured with curiosity.
"Girlsl Genevy! Yer pa wants
you an Honory in the best room, "
called Aunt Betsy, mysteriously, from
the lower hall. "Quick, too!'
''It's someone to see u.s." cried
Geneva; and springing to the looking
glass she quickly smoothed her rather
! neglected tresses.
,H'My! how touzled my aair isl"
cried Nora, peeping over her sisters
shoulder at the shining coils of red
gold lair wound around her head, and
curling in little tendrils over brow
low and smooth. ''But [ haven't
time to fix it now. Hurry up, Neva!
Maybe it's our fairy godmother in q
pumpkin coach, like Cinderella's,
with six field. mice for footmen."
"Stuff!" cried her sister, crabbedly;
"don't be goose, Nora"
Farmer Tucker, with corduroy over
alls tucked into the legs of his cow
hide boots, stood in the best room,
talking with tall, elegantly-dressed
gentleman. Miss Geneva paused q
moment to bestow whitening glance
on Tom, who stood by the door in the
hall.
"What are you lettering here for?"
she demanded, tartly. ''Eavesdrop-
ing, supposed Go about your work,
or shall inform of you Immediately"
Tom made no reply, but his face
lighted up as he caught look from
Morals blue eyes, and low-breathed
Never mind, Tom," from her red
lips.
"Here they be-" cried Farmer
Tucker, with q glow on his honest
face, as the girls entered the room.
"These is my gals, Judge Alderberry"
Alderberry?
The sisters stared. Could this ele-
CANT gentleman in the finest of broad
cloth, with diamond studs sparkling
on his bosom, be any relation to Tom?
They were soon enlightened
Goals, this is Toms father" ex-
planned the old farmer; can he's jest
found out wha- his son is. Got mad
and driv him off because he wouldn't
marry q a"
can heiress," smiled the Judge.
"Yes. An now he's sorry, an
wants Tom back, an says he kin mar
ry whoever he pleases.
eyes. whoever he pleases," re.
peated the Judge; and if he prefers to
live in the country, he shall have the
i1t 70 10 la
house money can build; for Toms my
only child. and all have is his"
'But you must stay to dinner with
us, Judge Alderberry," insisted Miss
Geneva, Hospitality, as soon as she re-
covered her scattered senses; "you
and Mr.-Mr Tom, too"
And she bactened to congratulate
the once despised ''hired hand"
But Nora, blushing like an October
peach, slipped away to the vacant sit.
ting-room to quiet the sudden beating
of her heart.
Tom going away! Tom, with his
handsome coal-black eyes.
Mora" whispered tender voice.
mora, darling, will you love me and
De my llttie WIG! -.,
And there was Tom, with her hands
in his, and her head drawn close upon
his breast.
"Sarves Nevy jest right" solilo-
quized Aunt Betsy, as she dished jar
of ruby-hued ounces into the old
fashioned china preserve dish. "Saryes
her Jest right. Mebbe she'll larn a
lesson arter this. But 1 DIN know;
pears like some folks is as hard to
larn sense as one O. them antymires
that posters so in the summer time,
a-gitten inter the vittles an things"
And it is presumable Miss Geneva
never did "larn sense" as she is still
on the unmarried list. saturday
Night.