The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-11-12

company. Miss Annendale was being nice and kind today; and Lizzie. warm ed by unusual kindness, was eager to believe that a new era was beginning. Surely If Miss Anncndale and her friends could support Irene. one might venture to hope-and yet? It seemed too much to hope for.
 Lizzie told her father of the honor that was to be thrust upon her. Did he
 object to her being put down as a candidate? It was avery, very nice club. and she would love to be a mem Der. But what did father really think about 1t? The subscription was two
 guineas, and there was an entrance
 fee. But this was the real point-and Lizzie in her excitement entirely failed to force it adequately upon her fathers attention. Dared one try to spring in
 one splendid bound from the parlor or
 Kings Cottage into the wired meadows almost at the top of Hill Rise?
 Why not?" said MT. Crunden. fail
 Ing to see the point clearly. only think ing of the ubscription-scarcely think
 ing at all. I only want yon to have
 your pleasure
 Then Lizzie was, all excitement As
 had been arranged. she wrote to Miss Annendale to say yes, please" thought of the club. dreamed of the club; passed
 ed her wardrobe in review; went to
 Selkirks and bought another blue
 washing frock with white spots. very
 like but not exactly like her last blue
 frock, another Aat. etc.. etc.; and then
 waited in high and happy expectation.
 Miss Annendale, solemnly charged by
 her departing guest to get Miss Crun-
 den into the club. did in fact make the
 attempt in a half-hearted manner. The
 learned pr. Blake was obtained TOT proposer; and Miss Annendale second at oa, possessed you to do this?" asked lady
 members. q couldn't help doing 1t, said Miss Annendale apologetically. T was asked--and really couldn't re- fuse"
 And so in due course Lizzie came up for election, and was vigorously piled. Her eyes sparkled, her hands trem
 bled with excitement, as sne openeo the big official club envelope and pulled out the secretaryts letter. Then, as she read. her face fihshed. her eyes filled with tears She Twas like a child dis appointed of its ionged for treat, ioatn to believe that fate can be so unklnd.
 Old Crunden took the letter from her and read the formal expression or the | secretary's regret. He was cfueiiy | huffed. ga CT. does it mean I am post ooned-or they. won't have me?'' ''They won't have you-because you are my daughter. They're too high and mighty for us. my girl-that IS, i for me. You're all right--as they know we'll enough-but they can't Tor l give you for being my daughter l He, too, had flushed, and he bran l dished his arms excitedly while ne
 walked about the room.
 r. After this rebuff, poor Lizzie became l very languid. She fell back on her l hooks as her only friends. Walks tired her She was with her father all the | morning, helped! him as much as sne could. wrote letters for him whenever l he would accept secretarial assistance and for the rest of the day liked to 1 sit in the garden summer-house, read | ing. looking out at the roofs of Med | ford. thinking of the past and dream l ing of the future.
 | Tn many red brick villas of the minor
 gentry. on the Town Athletic ground, l and among the tradesmens' families as I thev came from church and chapel, the l story was told of Lizzie Crunden's l nushingness and the snub she had l earned for herself.
 l (Continued Tomorrow). Hard luck is the mother or success ,.1t- 1u o1Iv d relatiye.--Ii1e.