Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1900-06-07

dinner at the cafe. But we are all
tired of the arrangement, and we've
been thinking if we could get some
nice Miss Haviland hesitated =
"refined young woman to cook the
meals and keep everything comfort
able, it would be good idea all
round. Can you cook 2"
Yes" Honora's tongue really
wouldn't say ma'am, so she made it
Miss Haviland instead.
Then what do you say to trying
it We put out the laundry work, so
it would be easy housekeeping" and
the young artist went on to speak of
wages and the usual Saturday after
noons."
The candidate asked for an hour to
consider the matter. She walked up
to the park and sat down on one of
the wooden benches near the Fifty
ninth street entrance. Honora thought
how she had come to the city only
four months ago, fred with the
dreams of a larger life, and utterly ig-
norant of its difficulties, disappoint-
ments and perils. She thought of the
brave start she had made, her con-
tident courage and high hopes, and
the succeeding bitter discourage
ments, repulses and failures. Peli-
quagamas, Me-, was the melodious
name of her birthplace she shut her
eyes and saw the prim village street,
her old auut's neat cottage, and her.
self, a restless, impetuous girl, grow
ing up under the good spinster's wing.
like an enterprising hawk under the
wing of we'll disposed hen.
Six months ago she had offered
tale to city newspaper, and all her
troubles dated from that day, for it
was promptly accepted, and the check
which came back seemed to open out
a dazzling prospect of wealth, fame
and career. One or two later
ventures proved equally fortunate,
and then nothing would do but go to
New York and try her fortune. OF
course her elders demonstrated, but
Honora's strong will and abundant
relish for adventure carried the day.
Dick stormed. protested and implore6
- but what was six-room cottage,
even with Dick, to girl stage struck
for the triumphs of world theatre
OF the succeeding months Honora
did not like to think - their pitiless
lessons were still gall to her spirit.
Enough to say that she had left the
expensive boarding house, and, too
proud to confess her straits or ask
help from home, taken the poorest
of lodgings. Even so, with needle
instead of a pen in her hand, the
struggle was too hard, the battle was
against her.
At this point in her meditations
Honora jumped up and said to her
self, resolutely
"I'll do it It's better than starv-
ing, better than posing and better
than destroying my eyes and running
my temper by sewing IA hours day.
I'll let them call me Nora and think
it's me Oirish name," she declared,
under her breath, land I'll give them
some first rate Yankee cooking and 60
to the free lectures and concerts and
the museums, SO that my time won't
be all wasted. I'll take up my de-
spised diary again, and when I get
home in June I'll make clean breast
to Dick"
Nora" said Mrs. Tremaine one
May morning, shaking out the folds
Of her gown, ~ expect gentleman
from Philadelphia to dinner tonight,
so lay an additional plate and have
something little extra, will you, and
pretty fowers?" for "Elizabeth's pro-
tegee" was trusted now even to
choose the bouquets. "He's the edi-
tor of 'Pettingill's, she said, turn
ing to Grace. "A remarkable mani"
Nora's heart gave little hutter, but
it died out Immediately.
The gentleman duly arrived, and
between the ice and coffee he observed
to his hostess: Cousin Laura, I came
to town today partly to see one of our
contributors. Last winter a manu-
script reached the Office which struck
us all as something quite extraordin-
airy. 1t was in the form of diary,
purporting to have been found in the
room of an unknown girl who lost her
reason from sheer starvation in
well-to-do quarter of Gotham. She is
Down East girl, with literary ambi-
tions, and in her loneliness keeps one
of those voluminess journals that no
one really writes nowadays with won
derful freshness and country wit. 1t
might have been written for her
mothers eyes, or lovers, perhaps
it reveals her follies aud her virtues
both with such perfect spontanet u.s.
ness. When literature fails her she
tries sewing, and even posing for art
students, and she hits off the fine
ladies and sisters of your craft with a
most delicious mixture of satire and
enviousness But through it all runs
the tragic sense of the rushing power
of her environment, closing upon her
like the remorseless jaws of trap.
The last four entries describe her SEN
sailors on four successive DAYS with