The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1902-12-04
MRS. HAROLD stage.
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brought up at home by your aunt, as |
other young ladies are
look of surprise 1rradiated by a |
CLEAN OF pleasure came over her face, |
which was succeeded by her grave, |
anxious expression.
4 had been thinking she said, stof
being a teacher if 1 can get place
in the town here, and the boys could
attend the public school six months
in the year, and do work in the sum
mer months for the farmers until
they We're old enough to go to col
1ege.''
Nonsense, Eleanor exclaimed
Harold Stagg, as she paused in her
recital q won't hear of such
thing. You forget I'm your uncle;
your mother was my sister, and 1 in
tend to provide for her childreni
1T would be very nice,' she said,
refectively, IF the boys could be
looked after until they had good
education, but I've quite set my heart
on being teacher, and I've thought
It all over and planned it out, that
I'm sure there wouldn't be any trou-
bic as to my getting along
Il won't hear of 1T. What you neeo.
my dear, is less thinking and plan
ming, and more beef, wine and iron to
put color into those pale cheeks of
yours Do you suppose you could
arrange to start day after tomorrow?
1 can have your fathers books and
to have sold stored or shipped to you
in New York. he added.
DAY after tomorrow" she ejacu-
lated, in a tone of trouble.
Yes, I am a busy man myself, and,
of course, I'm anxious to get back
soon as possible
1T would be very nice for the
| boys, she reiterated, and it's very,
very kind of you, Uncle Harold
| THAT means you'll start day after
tomorrow morning.
| Would you like to go to New
York to live, Silas and Ha1?'' she in
CURED, with moth erly solicitude.
I'VE won't go unless you go, Flea
nor said the elder, stoutly-
| That's right said Harold Stagg
| She has to co.
Eleanor's eyes filled with tears.
| Il suppose ought she said, after
| a moment You mustn't think me
| ungrateful, uncle, that I don't APP
| preciate how good and generous you
| are, but it's hard to leave the house
| ard the place where I've lived SO
! long She wept softly for a few
| moments, then wiped her eyes, and
said, with quiet decision, 1--WE shall
| be ready to start, uncle, day after
| tomorrow
..That11 do nicely, dear" replied
Harold, who had been inwardly de-
batting how to deal with so unfamiliar
a factor as young girls tears I'll
| telegraph your aunt Emma that you're
| coming
The journey uneventful, but
| very interesting to the boys, who
| quickly regained their spirits and be
| came ta1kative under the influence of
| novel surroundings.
Eleanor sat pensive and wan, un-
| responsive, and lacking appetite,
| thereby puzz1ing her uncle, who could
better have understood torrents of
tears than this dry-eyed, moping man
ner of grief. He found that she liked
to talk about her father, whose com
panion and conf1dante she seemed to
have been, and toward the end of the
journey they branched off, on one oc-
CASTOR, on books, each surprising the
other by discovering that their tastes
in poetry were not dissimi1ar. Harold
| did not pretend to read everything
| that was going, but he knew the
names of the prominent publications
and it was evident that Eleanor was
familiar with most of them All she
needed, he reflected, was a little
knowledge of the way of the world
and a few suggestions to her attire
for while so many of the young wo
men in society were mere butterf1ie:
or dolls, did not she possess, in add
, ton to a pretty face, the charms o
intellectual cu1ture2 Emma wOult
understand exactly how to transform
this spicuous cygnet into a daz
| zling swan
r Here we are said Harold Stage
as the carriage stopped before a M
| residence.
A flood of light from the doorwa.
D | dazzled Elearor's eyes, and she won
t dered at the fawless individual VIII
+ supervised their passage into the hal
e until her uncle said:
/, Parsons, has Mrs. Stage gone t
a bed2"
( No sir; she is awaiting you i
:, the drawing-room," answered the bu
It Ter She about to retire, sil
y when your te1egraphic message a.
T rived he added, in a lower tone, il
e tended for his masters ear '-Suppe
d | is quite ready, sir
r well, were ready for it, aren
e we, boys? Twenty minutes of twelve
Mercy on ust" he exclaimed, b
g closed his watch with a snap Il dar
IS say you were never up late befor
q, Now, dear, If you've finished prinl
IS ing" he said gaily to Eleanor, II