The Lamar register., 1903-04-29

I'm so glad you've come! heard
one of the children crying, and I'd
gone up just for a moment, thinking
| should be sure to hear If you came
in"
yes. cherub. here we are safe and
sound. Eleanor, Silas. Hal, this is
Jour aunt Emma"
How d'y do my dears? I'm very
glad to see you." said Mrs. Stag.
Kissing Eleanor on the cheek, and
'ieaming kindly on the boys, who. be
tween the butler. the electric lights.
the spacious hall and this new splen-
did relative stood confounded. You
rlust be tired out, and wen go right
in to supper
What do you suppose. Emma,
caught this young woman doing just
now? Beautifying herself In the
glass! It's New York air l wager
that within Il week she'll have been
inside of every dressmaker's and
milliner's shop in the city" Where
upon Harold Stagg laughed gleefully.
II imagine you have discovered by
his time that your uncles sad
tease" said Emma. who was leading
the way. having already. in n single
glance. the capability of which poor
Eleanor realized. comprehended the
primitiveness OF her niece's ideas on
c.othes. She reflected that had Har-
old been malicious man he could not
have thought of anything more in
,idious than to call attention to the
poor child's toilet. to say nothing of
remain for the present, In deep black.
such lack OF perception on the part
ot her betterhalf prompted her to
turn and link her arm sympathetically
IN the young girls. while Harold, to
whom 1t had suddenly occurred that
his allusion to millinery was the re-
verse of well-timed. followed behind,
Cndeavoring TO conceal his selfcon-
seriousness by vigorously rubbing the
shaggy heads of his two nephews and
trolling bluff glee the burden OF
which was that his heart was true to
Poll.
An hour later. the Badwns were
comfortably ensconced in the blue
suite, and Emma was hearing from
the lips of her husband an account of
mapped out in her mind probable
programme. she had waited to see the
children. before giving her imagina-
tion full swing; but now that they
appeared to be very much what she
had hoped, all sorts of thoughts were
churning in her brain regarding their
adaptation to her household and the
proper eAertions to be made in their
behalf. The boys were of just the
right age for Mr.. Sampson, as she
had expected, and in the autumn,
after summer by the seaside. they
could be packed off with brand-new
outfits. and she be saved from further
responsibility, except in vacation
time, for several years to come. As to
Eleanor, she was agreeably disap-
pointed. To be sure. Harold had writ.
ten that she was a quiet, unobjection.
able sort of girl, but she had not been
able to dismiss from her mind a
haunting idea of a SNOWY, slangy
young person with gushing manners,
and mourning bedizened with jet, un-
til the real niece stood before her.
Emma congratulated herself that she
would have very plain sailing: Flea.
nor was dowdy, unsophisticated and
retiring. but single season in soci-
ETY. would work the necessary
changes. She was rather pretty now.
and she would be very fetching. in
deed, when she learned to hold her
self properly and to dress her hair
with some regard to what was becom-
ing. How preferable to have to deal
with an unobjectionable child who
had no preconceived ideas. than with
bumptious coquette whose bad man
ners we're already formed.
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