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Title: Harper's Round Table, September 24, 1895

Author: Various

Release Date: July 12, 2010 [EBook #33140]

Language: English

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Produced by Annie McGuire

[Illustration: HARPER'S ROUND TABLE]

Copyright, 1895, by HARPER A BROTHERS. All Rights Reserved.

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PUBLISHED WEEKLY. NEW YORK, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 24, 1895. FIVE CENTS A
COPY.

VOL. XVI.--NO. 830. TWO DOLLARS A YEAR.

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[Illustration]

AN OWN RELATION.

BY SOPHIE SWETT.

The country-week girl came up the lane with her head in the air, so
Gideon, who was watching her from the crotch in the old sweet-apple
tree, afterwards remarked to little Adoniram.

After some hesitation Gideon dropped down at her feet. Aunt Esther had
especially enjoined it upon him to be kind to the country-week girl.
Aunt Esther _would_ remember that he used to get under the bed when a
girl came to see Phemie; but that was when he was small.

"Is this Sweet Apple Hill? Be you Trueworthys?" demanded the girl,
looking critically at Gideon.

"Yes, 'm," said Gideon, and then reddened and scorned himself because he
had been overpolite. But the girl was tall for fourteen--"Grazella
Hickins, aged fourteen," the letter from the Country-week Committee had
read--and she wore a wide sash and a scarlet feather in her hat and
carried a pink parasol.

Phemie, who came around the corner of the house just then, saw at a
glance that the finery was shabby, but Gideon thought that Grazella
Hickins was very stylish.

Grazella dropped her bundle upon the grass opposite the front gate and
seated herself upon it, meditatively. She did not arise from it as
Phemie opened the gate, but she surveyed her with an air of friendly
criticism; Phemie was fourteen too.

"I like your looks real well," she remarked at length, with a trifle of
condescension. Her glance sought Gideon and little Adoniram, who peeped
from behind the friendly shelter of the big black-currant bush.