The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1856-05-08

"Certaiuly," answered, unlocking m,
old sideboard drawer, where we kept tn,
tea caddy. There's nothing so refreshing
as cup Of tea"
ave don't, in general, care for it," oh
served Miss Graves, "but my sister is very
poorly tonight, and complains Of thirst
Thank you; greatly" she added, as she took
the cup from me.
"Don't you want some water for it, miss!'
called out Sarah. "Our kettles OH ihe
bile"
"fes. il you please" she answered. "I'u
come in the kitchen and make it now"
She did so, having contest with Sarah
afterwards. The latter wanted to carry up
the tray with the cups and saucers. but Miss
Graves insisted on doing it herself.
ITO keep me out of the room," mutter.
ed Sarah, when she was gone, 'for fear
should see what should see"
However, in about half an hour the bell
rang, and up bounded Sarah. 1t was to take
away the tray; and when she had put it in
the kitchen, she came into the parlar again,
where aud Lucy were now at our tea.
We'll what did you seel" inquired Lucy.
Nothing, and didn't expect to- was Sa.
rah's sulky reply. "rhev took care of
that, before they called me up"
did you go into the bedrooml"
les. Miss Graves was sitting at the
table, as if she'd been making tea, and Mrs.
Archer was by the fire, looking well enough,
rs far as saw by the tire-light. They had
stirred the blaze up just before went in, as
an excuse for having no candles
nj who, al 81, .,,, .la
ed Lucy.
expect he was in the bed or on it, for
the curtains was all drawn close round it,
as tight as wax, like have never seen 'em
afore. I'm sure, ma'am, this affairs as good
as n play.
Not 10 me, sighed, if there should be
anything in it,
And the hal' continued my sister.
Well, was stupid there. was so
struck with them curtans-picturing what
was inside 'em, and peering if there warn't
slit as big rs needle to look through,
that never thought of the hat or the table.
But don't you flatter yoursefit was there,
Miss Lucy: they'd take precious good care
to put it away, afore they rang for me. I've
a notion the man must be sick
Why so.
Because heard him say he was parch-
ed, rs told you, ma'am. And then, their
having tea. That warn't for Mrs. Archer
there's no more the matter with her than
there is with me. Besides, who's the toast
andwater for? They told me TO make a
quart jug full, and Miss Graves said she'd
come down and fetch it,
W.. Iaarl nn mora thol ni.,bt nf 81,
strange visitor. lfhc was there, he stopped
in, for Sarah carried out her theat and put
the key Of the street door in her pocket.
The next morning went into the kitchen
to give some ordcrs TO Sarah.
Look here, She cried. exhibiting some
meat upon plate, Miss Graves has been
out and brought in this bit of scrag of NUT
ton, and them two turuips, and She said
she supposed you'd obleege 'em with bit
of parsley out of the garden. It's to make
some broth for her sister, she said, and
they'll stew it up stairs, and I'm to take
it up with the saucepan OF water. Not more
than six'pence she couldn't have gave for
it! concluded Sarah, taking up the meat,
with an action of contempt, and Tapping it
down on the dish again
Sarah, you are uuteelng, | said. The
poor ladies are much to be pitiei.
Pitied, indeed. What business have thew
in a house like ours, with no monev to car
ry EN- on in it! retorted Sarah, who was
in one other worst humors. Aud the man
they have got up there-peraps he is to
be pitied too,
must forbid further allusions to that
absurdiiy, Sarah. There's no man up
there: the very idea is preposterous.
Very well, ma'am. If anything bad
turns up out OF this, don't say | did not
give warning Of it one on 'cm slept upon
The sofa in the drawing room last Mi ght,
for see the bed clothes there this morning.
| think that proves something.
The gill tossed her head, and went out
Of the kitchen, and | cannot say felt easy
all that day-far from it. But nothing
fresh arose. Night came, and Lucy, who
had a bad cold, Caught through flying out,
the previous night, to stare at their win.
dow,) went to bed at nine o'clock At ten
| sent Sarah, sitting mp myself TO finish
some sewing, which | remembered was
the turning of sheet. After that sal
warming my feet, and it was upon the
stroke Of eleven when went up to bed.
Concluded mex, week