The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1901-10-03
ALLIE wnATHERLY. school
teacher, was intellectual and

e women to declare that IL she
ever irsu an opportunity she would be
popular In society. Old women know,
o- ought to know, that these are not
the two qualities most essential to So
clal success. But In any case 1t was
not likely that Miss Weatherly would
ever be much sought after. She was
studious. difldent, not given to the
enthusiasm engendered by fads. and
was inclined to believe that she had a
mission in this life. She had been
voted the most popular teacher within
certain division of the city, and with
the reward of her triumph. she would
have gone to Europe, which indeed
was the object of the election but
when the day drew near she argued
that she could not afford to spare the
time. Her friend, Miss Parker. q
teacher who had carried the other di-
vision of the city. called on her two
days before the ship was to sail.
"I'm so sorry you can't 60" said
Miss Parker.
$50 am I. 1t would be such fun"
"Why can't you go?"
Because l have taken up a special
study"
"Oh, how stupid of you! And, be-
sides, what could be a better study
than Europe? You've had study
enough. Throw it aside and come on"
mo; am determined to go through
with it,"
Tin so sorry But where are you
going to stay while in hiding?"
"At a farm house near Ocean Cave"
"Oh, that's pretty enough, but it is
not Europe. l suppose you have heard
of the Chiltons, who have n summer
home there. 1t is a beautiful place.
and they say that the entertainments
there are marvellous. SO sorry you
won't throw everything aside and go
with me. It's so foolish of you always
to be seeking retirement. And ] am
going to get even with you in some
way"
Miss Weatherly went down into the
country, signing and reproaching her
self for 1.-THE short half-sigh of envy
her mind forecasting the feasts of
history and of art soon to he spread
for her friend. But she sought to con-
sole herself with the reflection that
Europe rushed through was. after all,
sort of geographical dissipation.
She was finally consoled. not indeed
by philosophy, but by the sweet air of
the summer place.
The farm house was old in the
midst of ancient timber, and the cool
air from the sea and the sweet breezes
from~lthe hills, blushing red with the
joy OF summer, made evening a pleas
ure and morning delight. The home
stead had but one other boarder. an
oldish man who talked political econ
omy, but who possessed the merit OF
sleeping during the most of the after
noon; so Miss Weatherly found herself
free from social obligations. The
neighborhood. OF at least the ''sum-
mer' part of It, had adopted the name
OF exclusiveness. Social lines We're
tightly drawn. A wag said it was Il
place where people came to snub one
another.
During n drive the farmers wife
pointed out the Chiffon place, a castle.
like house high on hill overlooking
the sea. And 1 shouldn't wonder
but they've got the big-head along
with the worst OF them" she said.
1.-The first season after they came
here l called one afternoon. and it
looked as If they were scared mighty
nigh to death. But / didn't ask them
any odds, gracious knows. | just
wanted to see what sort of folks they
were, and l found out at glance.
The old man and his son and daughter
that's all there are of them-may be
nice enough, bullock at that rabbit
The Chiltons We're of no interest to
Miss Weatherly. She gave the castle
a glance, and not of envy, either, feel
ing that the inmates, having nothing
to do, must be miserable, but she
could not restrain the question, "How
did they make their money!"
I'm stocks or bonds. or something
of the sort, but not by hard work, you
may be sure" said the farmers wife
'The young man struck me as being a
nice fellow He was very polite, and
didn't look proud. 1 just did get a
glimpse of the girl. but saw the old
man close enough. Humph! he looked
like he expected me to ask him If he
had any washing to be done. But
want him to understand one thing,
and that's that the Atchersons are
Just as good as the Chiltons ever dared
to be-"
One afternoon several days later
Mrs. Atcherson came painting up to
Miss Weatherly's room. and, sputter-
ing in excess of excitement, finally
asked, "And who on earth do you think
has called to see you?"
Miss Weatherly had no idea, but she
ventured as guess the president of
some sewing society. Mrs. Atcherson
shook her head. mo; it's young Chill
ton. Go right on down"
"There must be some mistake, Mrs
Atcherson. He surely didn't call FOL
me"
"Oh, yes, he did. l thought there
might be some mistake, and / asked
him particular, and he said you; Sc
you must go down"
She went down and met him in the
parlor. He was so easy, SO graceful
so friendly, that she gave him smile
of welcome, forgetting her resentment
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