The Lamar register., 1903-04-29
MRS. HAROLD stage.
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Drought up at home by your aunt. as
other young ladies' are"
A look of surprise irradiated by n
rleam of pleasure came over her face.
which was succeeded by her grave,
anxious expression.
Il had been thinking" she said. "of
being teacher II | can get pince
In the town here. and the boys couio
sttend 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."
t"Nonsense. Eleanor exclaimed
Harold Stagg, as she paused in her
recital. Il won't hear of such n
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
education. but I've quite set my heart
on being teacher. and I've thought
t 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 ?
l 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 tone of trouble.
"Yes, am busy man myself, and,
of course. I'm anxious to get back
as soon as possible"
ut 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.
eve won't go unless you go, Flea.
nor" said the elder. stoutly.
That's right" said Harold Stagg.
She has to 60.
81 suppose | ought she said, after
moment. You mustn't think me
ungrateful. uncle. or that | 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
kaid. with quiet decision, I'VE shall
be ready to start. uncle, day after
tomorrow"
"That'll do nicely. dear" replied
Harold who had been inwardly de.
batting how to deal with so unfamiliar
a factor as young girls tears. "Ill
telegraph your aunt Emma that you're
coming"
The journey was uneventful, but
very interesting to the boys, who
quickly regained their spirits and be.
came talkative under the influence OF
novel surroundings 1f
Eleanor sat pensive and wan. un.
responsive, and lacking appetite,
thereby puzzligg 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.
Lanion and confidante she seemed to
have been, and toward the end of the
journey they branched off, on one oc-
tasion, on books. each surprising tho
other by discovering that their tastes
in poetry were not dissimilar Harold
did not pretend to read everything
hat 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
aeeded, he reflected, was a little
knowledge of the way of the world
and a few suggestions as to her attire,
in order to make him a proud uncle:
for while so many of the young wo-
men in society were mere butterflies
1r dolls, did not she possess, in addi-
tion to a pretty face, the charms of
Intellectual culture? Emma would
understand exactly how to transform
this inconspcuous cygnet into daz
zling swan.
Here we are" said Harold Stage
as the carriage stopped before m.
residence. .s.-.---.. -
flood of light from the doorway
daZZled Elearor's eyes, and she won
dered at the fawless individual who
supervised their passage into the hail.;
until her uncle said:
Parsons, has Mrs. Stagg gone to
bed?"
mo, sir; she is awaiting you in
the drawing-room," answered the but
lcr. "She was about to retire, sir,
when your telegraphic message ar
rived" he added, in lower tone, in
tended for his masters ear. Supper
is quite ready, sir"
We'll. we're ready for it. aren't
we, boys? Twenty minutes of twelve!