The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-10

But mysteries, like troubles, seem not to come sing1y. Miss Jane had hardly recovered her poise when less horror than gradual falling off in Miss Carolines of decorum forced itself upon her. In the spring it not apparent, they hard work making their summer clothes.
 In the midst of this mental and physical labor the change in Miss Caroline less apparent. But in June the labor was and their time hardly filled Miss Jane refused to be entering free library, and they were too poor. to subscribe to others. Their reading was, therefore, their fathers old books, mostly dingy of Cooper and G. P. R. James
 Miss Caroline's dep1orable and inexp1icab1e de- n1oralizaton was made especially plain one heavy day in the middle of June. She in from of her walks and found Miss Jane reading ttThe Two Admiras" for the fifth time
 Rose is complaining again about answering the be1l, she said she removed her hat. "She thinks ought to carry a door-key."
 Miss Jane sat up straight in her chair and stared indignantly at her sister, who trying to blow the feless pluHaes her hat into some degree of fluff fness
 "I don't suppose" she answered last in a tone of impacable severity, that there is any thing that is quite utterly bad form for to carry door-key And you know that, Caroline, just well as do.'
 "Yes spose do" admitted Miss Caroline help ess1y But need see it if are only careful to shut the vestibu1e door first"
 The elder started almost in horror. Doing thing in secret doesn't make 1t right, Caroline, she exclaimed indignantly
 Well" persisted the other, "then I suppose we'll have to spend the rest of lives getting girls and having them leave us."
 "very we1' said Miss Jane stonily. 50 be it. If necessary will spend lives in that way. But we shall never carry a doorkey' Caroline You may be very of that.
 When the ptifu1 autumn sewing was finished the pleasure began the deep, untainted joy of looking on. Poets might pipe of spring; Miss Jane had who could write poetry would be just silly enough November the month for her, when the city awakes the full tide of rational enjoyment The air is full of the dash and zest of living. In that with sense of delicious excitement, thanking Pro- vidence that they able to live within it's reach.
 Amidst all this Miss Jane had almost lost sight of those perp1exing mysteries. Now and then they bauished them from her consciousness, for she not the woman to be governed by any vulgarity.
 One bright afternoon Miss Jane had unexpectedly finished repairs by four o'clock. Swiftly she put on hat and coat and sped westward toward her beloved avenue. There a pure deep sky; and swift wind coming from the northwest Every thing showed vivid and resp1endent. It day of days in city of cities.
 She turned down the avenue, wondering mildly if she should meet Caroline who had gone out on one over, turned north to the park, and crossing again, ; soon approaching her own street As she neared the shabby stage to a stand, and from the top easily descended The stage head and, as Miss Jane care1essly turned to look her she halted trasnixed. Caroline standing, pale and guilty, with green veil in her hand.
 The sisters walked home in unbroken, appalling silence and were let in by Marie Roses successor, with incoherent grumbling so1iloquy which ended only at the kitchen door. They put away their hats and coats and at last down in silence that filled the more effectively chan the most