The suburban citizen., 1901-10-19
StsIIa's SummsF Trip
BY Ella NJ. Hess.
CLE AM sick and tired of this life!


out n hope OF release!' Stella
Monito threw her crochet work to the
other side of the small room. IF
could go to the seaside like other girls
might make a suitable match-one
that would save me from the bondage
of povertyw
Meta sadly looked up from her
lounge.
"You have much to be thankful for,
dear Stella" she said softly. Your
health-a beautiful face
what is the good of my beauty?
Whom do l see now2 No ono but DR..
James, and he is old and stout, and
knows our poverty too well to think
of me-"
At this juncture Mrs. Monito,
quiet, ladylize woman, entered the
room, and looked from one to the other
Of her daughters.
"What is the trouble?" she asked.
Mamma Stella is tired and wants
to go to the seaside" Meta said soft
ly. Poor Stella is weary of this life,
and l think had better give her Uncle
Locrime's gift, and then she can have
her way"
"Nettaw exclaimed the astonlshed
! mother.
"Yes; my money increases very slow.
ly, and perhaps, after all, I may not
get better"
At the girls last birthday their
mothers brother had given each S100.
Stella had bought some handsome
finery with her money, but Meta, who
had been for years crippled by a fall.
laid hers aside, hoping to save enough
to take her to some celebrated physi-
clan. Buoyed up with that hope she
had painted little pictures for the
stores, and saved each dollar care
fully, but Stena's constant repining
was wearing, and she determined to
give up her hope and let her have her
long looked for trip
do you really mean it, NettaY'
Stella questioned eagerly.
eyes"
''Then l will tell you what III do,
you dearest of sisters! / shall be sure
TO make a conquest, and when 1 am
married l will take you to France, to
the physician you wish to see"
At that moment some one tapped at
the door, and a moment later Dr..
james, a tall rather stout man of
about forty-fve years of age, with a
grave, kind face, entered.
Two weeks later Stella Monito was
boarding in an aristocratic resort
Time went by, and her letters home
were not very frequent. Finally one
morning the postman brought one that
ran thus:
'My Dear Mother and Sister--I an
about to be married and bid adieu tC
a life Of poverty forever. Mr.. Leland
my future husband, Is immensely
wealthy. He owns a magnificent res
idence in the city and one on the Hud
son. But there is one thing which
am sorry to mention-he does not wisl
me to acknowledge my relatives aftei
marriage. OF course l shall not forge
you, mother and Meta, and shall re
turn the money which brought mi
here at the earliest opportunity NJ,
face has been my fortune. Stella"
Mrs Monito covered her face will
her hands.
my child has forsaken meY' SIN
cried.
Netta could hardly utter a word 0
consolation. What was there to say
] She knew her sister worshiped ut th
shrine Of wealth, and cared not how
many hearts she broke IL she onl,
reached her longed-for goal.
A few weeks later DR.. James mad
hem visit which was not strictl.
t professional.
"Netta," he said, sitting down bcsld
her, your sisters summer trip ha
won her husband. / read the maI
- Tiage notice in the paper yesterday
e Now, l have a favor to ask Of you.
f a u tired Of being alone in the world
Z want a wife to take care Of. an,
2 there is no one else who would pleas
me but you. l have loved you eve
u since you were that high"-with mo
@ tion of his hand-"and if you vii
= have me l will take you to France I
Il the physician you have set your hear
on seeing. If they cure you l shall r(
jo:ce; if they do not, shall love 70
e all the more"
IS Meta looked up in his kind eyes i
Is surprise - his words were 80 uney
, pected.
mo, no?' she lried 81 will No
j. take advantage Of your generous offej
g will never be burden to any man
c. And all the arguments he could us
" would not induce her to change he
mind.
y The days wore slowly on. A lettc
II came from Stella:
1t "My Dear Sister I am ashame
" that have not been able to retur
n your money, bat the truth is, thoug
my husband IS Immensely wealth,
and 1 am dressed in the richest