The Scranton chronicle. (Scranton, Miss.) 1897-19??, 1900-11-17
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nrI,o SELL xourself.v cried Marga.

W SELs yourself, crleu -"hi = a
ret Farrar, strong ring of in
dignation in her voice, "for handful of
colored stones-Jane, | can't think it
of you'll"
Don't, them" advised Jane, with la
comic impertinence.
''ro think of how hard Stuart has
worked all these years." went on the
elder sister. "And now that he writes
he has good position as civil engineer
in the government service, and is COM
ing home to claim you, you decide to
fling him aside like a-a-" She fioun-
dered for comparison. Like an old
fashioned hat" she supplemented.
Jane, crouching in supine comfort on
the wide window seat of the bay win
dow in the morning room, lifted her
beautiful brows in apologetic remon-
STRANGE.
"You serious old goose. All the civil
engineering-w whatever that may be-
that poor, dear Stuart will ever do
won't be worth at the end of a la bor-
ious existence a fourth of the colored
stones to which you SO contemporary
refer"
sand will all the jewels that ever
were dug out of the earth's heart COM
pensate for the loss of the love of man
like Stuart Cameron"
Margaret held suspended the gleam-
ing needle she had been plying in re-
pair of the silken hose of her winsome
and indolent young sister.
The latter pouted bewitchingly. He
Is so good!" she acknowledged. with
just hint of remorse. But he's too
good for me. I'm afraid I'm essentially
and ridiculously frivolous, Margaret.
Stuart should have fallen in love with
you in the first place." When she had
said this Jane Farrar was more nearly
dismayed and disconnected than she
had ever been in all her happy 20 years
of love- and praise, and adulation.
For Margaret, letting fall the little
ebony. silyer-handled mender in its
rosy sheath she was repairing, looked
at her younger sister in reproach and
Indignation. you must never speak
to me like that again, Jane. Never!"
why Margaret"
Margaret was white as she would be
shrouded.
Never mind why-only don'tl" Then
she rose abruptly, dropping her hose,
silks, darning materials, and hastily
left the room.
"The ar-old-thinpi''
Jane Farrar clasped her hands over
her head. The folds of her imported
kimona billowed around her in waves
of gold embroidered azure. Her pretty
face smiled from its tangle of blond
tresses Her round arms CLEANED like
marble when the loose, wide sleeves of
the land of the cherry blossoms fell
away, revealing their loveliness.
Mary Burns came in just then-a
rather scrawny Scotch girl, with posi-
bilities of exquisite physical develop
ment.
We're going out to the park, and we
want you and Margaret to come with
us-where is Margie?''
James gentle laugh shook her per-
feet shoulders Echo answers, where"
she said, sweetly. IF you win look
at that stocking basket you will OBJ
serve that Margie has been here and
has but lately fed Mary" curling
around into an attitude of catlike
comfort, why do old maids always
darn stockings" 2"
"Becanse young maids are too selfish
to do that or anything else useful"
replied Mary Burns, tartIy.
Jane laughed gleefully. Fancy"
she said, Margaret calling me TO
account-me' She cannot understand
how or why I should let Stuart Cam
eron make personal arrangements in
which | am included. But that is
just what he must do. because
because of Edward Jardine. Jane ~
Jane meditated. her slim hands
clasped behind her head and her ewes
provckngly interpretive.
Il think because Of Edward Jar
dimes family jewels" she said slowly.
You're not - msscensry as taat."