Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1901-07-18
t We were not going ther

placer | thought We were not going thera
this SUMNER
"No, not to Chlcopee. but 10 your grand
ma Howland's In Glenwood. The physl-
clan thinks you will be more quiet there,
nnd the pure cir will DO you good"
Rose looked earnestly In her fathers
face 70 see IL be meant what he said, and
then replied: "Td rather 20 anywhere In
the world than 10 Glenwood. You've no
Idea how hate to stay there. Grandma
Il 80 queer and the things In the house 20
fussy aud eountryhed-and cooks by q
fireplace, and washes in a tin basin, and
wipes on a crash towel that hangs on a
rollarg'
Mr.. Lincoln could hardly reprcss q
smile az Roses reasoning, but perceiying
that he must be decided, he said: I'VE
think II best for you 10 20. and shall ac-
cordIngly make arrangements TO take you
In the course OF week or two. Your
mother win stay with you, and Jenny.
too, will be there a part Of the tlme;'
then, not wishing 20 witness the effect Of
his words. be hastily left the room, paus.
Ing In the hell to wipe away the tearn
which invoiuntarily came to his eyes as
he overheard Rose angrily wonder why
she should be turned out Of doors when
she wasn't able 10 sit up!
II never can bear the scent OF those
great tallow candles. never" said she;
''and then to think OF the coarse sheets
and patchwork bedquilts -oh. It's dread
fulg'
Jenny's heart, too. was well.nigh burst
Ing. but she forced down her own sOr-
row, while she strove to comfort her sis
ter, telling her how strong aud well the
bracing air Of the country would make
her. and how refreshing, when her fever
was ON, would be the clear. cold water
which gushed from the spring near the
thornapple tree, where In childhood they
80 Oft had played. Then she spoke Of
the miniature waterfall. which not faR
from her grandmother's door made
"fairy-like music" all the day long. and
at last. as II goothed by the sound OF that
far-of water. Rose forgot her trouble,
and sank into a sweet, refreshing slum.
ber.
In few days preparations were com
menced for moving Rose to Glenwood,
and In the excitement Of getting ready
she IN a measure forgot the tallow can
dies and patchwork bedQuilt. the thoughts
OF which mad so much shocked her at
first.
"Put In my embroidered merino morn
ing gown" said she to Jenny, who was
packing her trunk, "and the blue cash
mere one faced with white satin; and
don't forget my best camhric skirt, the
one with 80 much work on Il. for when
George Moreland comes to Glenwood
shall want TO look as well as possible;
and then. TOO, ike 20 see the country
folks open their mouths and stare at city
fashions"
"What makes you think George viii
come to GlenwoodT' asked Jenny.
II know. and that's enough" answered
Rose; "and now. before you forget It, put
In my leghorn hat. for II stay long
shalt want It; aud see how nicely you
can fold the dress wore at Mrs. Rus
sells partyT
why, Rose. what can you Possiblg
want OF thati" asked Jenny. and Rose re-
piled:
"oh, | want 10 show .iIt to grandma,
lust to hear her groan over our extraya.
gance, and predict that wen yet come to
ruin"
Jenny thought that II Rose could have
seen her father that morning when the
bill for the dress and its costly trim
mings was presented she would have
wished 1t removed forever from her sight
Early In the winter Mr.. Lincoln had seen
that all such matters were settled. and OF
this bill, more recently made, he knew
nothing.
Il can't pay It now" said he promptly
to the boy who brought It. Tell AR,
Holton will see him in day or two"
The boy took the paper with an ins0-
lent grin, for he had heard the fast cir
culating rumor that one OF the big bugs
was about to smash up" and now. .eageI
to confirm the report. he ran swiftly back
to his employer. who muttered, "Just as
expected. I'll draw on him for what
lent him, and that'll tell the story. My
daughters can't afford to wear sach
things, and I'm not going to furnish
money for his"
or all this Rose did not dream, for In
her estimation there was no end to hei
fathers wealth, and the possibility Of his
failing had never entered her mind.
ITO be continued.l