Middletown transcript., 1907-08-03
THE GIRL on THE CLOVER
rha 1--we Of money, said Peggy
BY LUCY II. BLANK

The love Of money, said Peggy
neditatively, is q curse.
There was no one 10 the room
exceps i big black cat, and she
could scarcely be expected 70
differ.
Perhaps | ought rather TO say
that the want of money is the
curse.
she slipped out Of her chair
onto the floor bed side pussy.
Do YOU hear me, YOU fat, lazy,
old thingg Filthy. I shouldn
say that when it has power 70
buy such dainty shirt waists and
things.
She was stroking the cat, and
happening to notice her ringiess
little left hand, she gave q quick
gasp Of alarm, than laughed.
Do you know, Smutty, nad
forgotten that I am once more .
free woman, she said; no longer
tied to q selfish animal who calls
himself a man!
Smutty remained quite unre-
.sponsiye, so Peggy slowly got 70
her feet again. She was q dainty
little piece of goods, with fluffy,
reddish-gold hair and great IN
nocent dark. blue eyes. Her
surroundings did not show any
evidence Of lack Of money-lrl-
deed, the fresh little room was
the very picture of luxury.
Peggy s charming little self was
clad in one Of these simple look
ing summer gowns, which SO
utterly belle their appearance 20
the uninitiated.
She was an orphan and had no
one to guide her somewhat err
ratio footsteps but an extremely
fond and foolish old aunt, who
1;yad with her in her dainty
suburban home.
Peggy roved restlessly about
the room, a cross little froWn on
her pretty face.
1t is extremely annoying, she
said to herself. ! really haven't
a decent stitch to wear, and am
so horribly in debt that | can
borrow any more money. Il i
two months yet till my next al
lowance is due, and the old screw
won't give me a cent before then
oh, Auntie, as the old lady enter
ed the room, tell me how / am tt
go to Newport next month.
MY dear Peggy, you need ab
selutely nothing. lam sure YEN
things win compare very faS,nl
ably with Agnes Macklyn's.
Oh, perhaps you think so, but
yesterday ! saw one OF the sweet
est linen frocks you could i'm.
agine, and I need heaps of shiri
waists and belts and things; ]
simply can't go il I don't gel
them! and she amused herself BY
pulling the shade violently uI
down.
Do Sit down and be quiet. Peggy
Yon are a dreadful fidget!
/ suppose breaking the shade
won't do me any good. I couldn''
make. q frock out of it, though i
is linen. You are an old dear
Auntie, but you are dreadfully
unsympatbetic.
Well, dear, said the old lady
wistfully, / don't care about
your going to Newport with
those Macklyns at all. The sor
is a very wild sortof young man,
and I think Harold had every
right to be angry with you foi
thinking Of it, Peggy.
Peggy's fingers were in hel
ears.
/ won't listen, Auntie, so you
may spare your breath. Harold
behaved abominably, and it is
very mean Of you ell to be &
down on Wilfred Macklyn. He il
o very nice young man, and
mean to cultivate hin, she con
clnded defantly.
Well, I suppose, dearie, yor
must have your own way, bu'
you should certainly think twice
about spelling your life for ths
sake of q trip to Newport. Yot
can 60 another time
Yes, but it will be so jolly go
ing with the Macklyns, and
wouldn't give in to Harold Dens
more for anything, and Peggy
lifting o magazine. threw her
self into her chair again will
rather q woe-begone sigh.
Presently she began TO speal
again. Aunt Mary had gone +
sleep and paid no attention.
Why was I not born clever
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