The Holly chieftain., 1903-05-01
MRS. HAROLD stage.
Copyright by Robe Bonner Sons

spent HIS SdNlHSS III ueNeiopiuS HiS
iDventions; he had believed in them,
and it was his duty for our sakes as
well as his own, to try to make them
successful. We should be sure to get
on somehow, and probably some day
the patents would prove very valu-
able"
1t was plain that she wished others
to believe, as she did implicitly, that
her father had acted for the best in
everything. Doubtless, some one had
already made disparaging comments
as to the cause of their poverty.
Il don't think you understand me,
Eleanor wish you all three to live
with me. | have plenty of money for
you all. Silas and Harold will be
sent to school and you will be
brought up at home by your aunt, as
other young ladies are"
A look OF surprise irradiated by
CLEAN of pleasure came over her face,
which was succeeded by her grave,
anxious expression.
Il had been thinking" she said, "of
being teacher if / 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 were old enough to go to col
lege."
Nonsense, Eleanor" exclaimed
! tiaro.d Stagg, as she paused in her
recital. Il won't hear of such
| thing. You forget I'm your uncle;
your mother was my sister. and | in
tend to provide for her children!"
1T would be very nice" she said,
reflectively, 'if the boys could be
| looked after until they had a good
tducation, but I've quite set my heart
en- being teacher, and I've thought
| It all over and planned it out, so that
I'm sure there wouldn't be any trou.
| Bile as to my getting along"
Il won't hear of it. What you need,
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?
| can have your fathers books and
such other things as you don't wish
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. l am busy man myself, and,
as 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 Hal?" she in
quired, with motherly solicitude.
I'VE won't go unless you go, Flea
nor" said the elder, stoutly.
That's right" said Harold Stagg
She has to GO.
Eleanor's eyes filed with tears.
Il suppose | ought" she said, after
a moment. You mustn't think me
urgrateful, uncle, or that 1 don't ap-
preciate how good and generous you
are, but it's hard to leave the house
and the place where I've lived so
| long" She wept softly for few
moments. then wiped her eyes, and
said. with quiet decision, I'VE shall
be ready to start, uncle, day after
tomorrow"
"Thatll do nicely, dear" replied
Harold, who had been inwardly de-
batting how to deal with SO unfamiliar
factor as a young girls tears. III
| telegraph your aunt Emma that you're
| coming"
| The journey was uneventful, but
| very interesting to the boys, who
quickly resained their spirits and be-
came talkative under the influence of
novel surroundings.
Eleanor sat pensive and wan, un-
responsive, and lacking appetite,
thereby puzZlirg 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 confidante she seemed to
| have been, ard toward the end of the
| journey they branched off, on one oc-
oazion, on books, each surprising the
| other by discovering that their tastes
| in poetry were not dissimilar Harold
did not pretend to read everything
that was going, but he knew the
| names of the prominent publications,
and 1t was evident that Eleanor was
familiar with most of them All she
needed. he reflected, was little
knowledge of the way of the world
and few suggestions as to her attire,
t. ~