Short Sixes: Stories to be Read While the Candle Burns

h no one near her but one old maid who loved her, the best society of the l

yet she had once given Trega society the liveliest year it had ever known. (I should tell you that Trega people

pretty girl: there were pretty girls in Trega-several of them. She was beautiful as the Queen of Sheba was beautiful-grand, perfect, radiantly tawny of complexion, without a flaw or

June day when Rhodora came, to the Ash Wednesday of the next year when her engagement was announced, there was one grand battle, a dozen girls with wealth and social position and k

ey drove, they danced new dances, they read Browning and Herbert Spencer, they sang, they worked hard at archery and lawn-tennis, they rowed and sailed and fished, and some of the more despe

ntertainments. Balls and parties followed one another. Trega's square stone houses were lit up night after night, and the broad m

t West; but the unprecedented flow of champagne and Apollinaris actually started a little business boom, based on the inferable weal

ed, and nothing has been done, and you go home somewhat ashamed of yourself, and glad only that the blue-coated participants must feel more ashamed of themselve

e face of the other, when Ash Wednesday ended that nine month

fred Peters to McCullom McIntosh, Ellen Humphreys to George Lister, Laura Visscher to William Jans, (Oranje boven!-Dutch blood stays Dutch,) Millicent Smith to Mi

ster had wedded Mary Waite-why, there would have been no great difference to admire or to deplore. The only union of the nine which came as a surprise to the community was the engagement of Rhodora to Charley Boyd. The beauty of the season had

died. Rhodora supported them both by teaching music and French at the Trega Seminary, down by the Falls. Morning and evening she went out and back on that weary, jingling horse-car line. She received the annual visits that her friends paid her, inspired by something between courtesy and charity, with her old stately simplicity and imperturbable

in her little house, and her pet old maid closed her eyes.