Aunt Janes Nieces at Work

Aunt Jane's Nieces at Work

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Title: Aunt Jane's Nieces at Work
Author: Edith Van Dyne
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AUNT JANE'S NIECES AT WORK
BY
EDITH VAN DYNE
1909

LIST OF CHAPTERS
I MISS DOYLE INTERFERES
II THE ARTIST
III DON QUIXOTE
IV KENNETH TAKES A BOLD STEP
V PLANNING THE WORK
VI A GOOD START
VII PATSY MAKES PROGRESS
VIII THE HONORABLE ERASTUS IS ASTONISHED
IX OL' WILL ROGERS
X THE FORGED CHECK
XI A MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE
XII BETH MEETS A REBUFF
XIII THE BOOMERANG
XIV LUCY'S GHOST
XV SIGNS OF THE TIMES
XVI A CLEW AT LAST
XVII MRS. HOPKINS GOSSIPS
XVIII ELIZA PARSONS

XIX PATSY INDULGES IN EAVESDROPPING
XX PRICKING A BUBBLE
XXI THE "RETURNS" FROM FAIRVIEW
XXII THE AWAKENING
CHAPTER I
MISS DOYLE INTERFERES
"Daddy," said Patricia Doyle at the breakfast table in her cosy New
York apartment, "here is something that will make you sit up and take
notice."
"My dear Patsy," was the reply, "it's already sitting up I am, an' taking
waffles. If anything at all would make me take notice it's your own
pretty phiz."
"Major," remarked Uncle John, helping himself to waffles from a fresh
plate Nora brought in, "you Irish are such confirmed flatterers that you
flatter your own daughters. Patsy isn't at all pretty this morning. She's
too red and freckled."
Patsy laughed and her blue eyes danced.
"That comes from living on your old farm at Millville," she retorted.
"We've only been back three days, and the sunburn sticks to me like a
burr to a kitten."
"Pay no attention to the ould rascal, Patsy," advised the Major,
composedly. "An' stop wavin' that letter like a white flag of surrender.
Who's it from?"
"Kenneth."
"Aha! An' how is our lad?"

"Why, he's got himself into a peck of trouble. That's what I want to talk
to you and Uncle John about," she replied, her happy face growing as
serious as it could ever become.
"Can't he wiggle out?" asked Uncle John.
"Out of what?"
"His trouble."
"It seems not. Listen--"
"Oh, tell us about it, lassie," said the Major. "If I judge right there's
some sixty pages in that epistle. Don't bother to read it again."
"But every word is important," declared Patsy, turning the letter over,
"--except the last page," with a swift flush.
Uncle John laughed. His shrewd old eyes saw everything.
"Then read us the last page, my dear."
"I'll tell you about it," said Patsy, quickly. "It's this way, you see.
Kenneth has gone into politics!"
"More power to his elbow!" exclaimed the Major.
"I can't imagine it in Kenneth," said Uncle John, soberly. "What's he in
for?"
"For--for--let's see. Oh, here it is. For member of the House of
Representatives from the Eighth District."
"He's flying high, for a fledgling," observed the Major. "But Kenneth's
a bright lad and a big gun in his county. He'll win, hands down."
Patsy shook her head.
"He's afraid not," she said, "and it's worrying him to death. He doesn't

like to be beaten, and that's what's troubling him."
Uncle John pushed back his chair.
"Poor boy!" he said. "What ever induced him to attempt such a thing?"
"He wanted to defeat a bad man who now represents Kenneth's
district," explained Patsy, whose wise little head was full of her friend's
difficulties; "and--"
"And the bad man objects to the idea and won't be defeated," added the
Major. "It's a way these bad men have."
Uncle John was looking very serious indeed, and Patsy regarded him
gratefully. Her father never would be serious where Kenneth was
concerned. Perhaps in his heart the grizzled old Major was a bit jealous
of the boy.
"I think," said the girl, "that Mr. Watson got Ken into politics, for he
surely wouldn't have undertaken such a thing himself. And, now he's in,
he finds he's doomed to defeat; and it's breaking his heart, Uncle John."
The little man nodded silently. His chubby face was for once destitute
of a smile. That meant a good deal with Uncle John, and Patsy knew
she had interested him in Kenneth's troubles.
"Once," said the Major, from behind the morning paper, "I was in
politics, meself. I ran for coroner an' got two whole votes--me own an'
the