The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1869-11-30
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open window, and looked out over the
fragrant garden to the little white house
beyond.
"Who lives there" is the query.
"Don't you know9 There is the place
where the widow Bryson and her daugh-
ter live"
"Ah! the old and young lady who sat
in the west pew last Sunday?"
"Yes."
"Have you called?" questioned Mrs
Graham.
"Me ?"-with emphasis.
eyes; are you going to be neighborly
with them"
II don't associate with every one"
"No, l suppose not-but are not these
good people ?"
"Oh! I don't say they are not.
don't believe in talking ill Of my neigh
bors; if l can't speak well of any one,
believe in just letting them alone"
"Ah! What is it?''
"Oh, nothing much; but I guess il
you saw what l see daily you wouldn't
think of my calling; they don't suffer
for want of company very much"
"Who has been there? I'll never
mention it," SAID Mrs. Graham.
Mrs Grant shook her head.
Ladies' p
81 never saw any ladies calling there.
"Gentlemen.'
eyes, if you call Squire Gregory 9
gentleman"
esquire Gregory?' Mrs. Graham
lifts her hands in horror.
We will just whisper to the reader that
the masculine in question bore very
evil reputation, having been, figuratively
speaking, clicked OUT OF society long
ago.
"And you saw him really there p
unused Mrs. Graham. 'Is it possible
Well, one can not mistake their charac'
ter. I'm glad we've found them out in
sleeps clothing"
Mrs. Grant shells her peas for dinner
and Mrs. Graham rolls up her knitting
work
Don't be in hurry, Mrs. Graham"
"Oh! I have not been. By the way,
you have not got any yeast that you can
spare? Mine soured, and l must bake
tomorrow, if possible"
"Oh, yes; take cupfull now, or send
Jennie over tor it," said Mrs. Grant
"Going up to Mrs. Merrills !" contin-
ued Mrs. Grant. "Here's her magazine
that borrowed last week; have been
trying to get John to take it; he likes to
read it as well as l do, but when he can
borrow he won't subscribe"
Mrs. Merrill, an aristocratic lady who
lived in two story brick, greets her Wis.
itor with quiet aud polite good morn
ing, and ushers her into the sitting.
room. There is a canary in gilded
cage, who is thrilling his song very mer
rily, and there are blooming flowers ir
the windows.
"Will you lay off your shaker ?" asks
Mrs. Merrill, quietly.
"Oh, tisn't worth while-I just run in
I was going up to the store, and thought
l could call and return this magazine,
replied Mrs. Graham, tanning hersel
with her shaker. "How dreadful warn
the weather is"
"It is uncommonly sultry" Mrs
Merrill takes up the embroidery she hae
laid aside on the entrance of her visitor
"We scarcely feel the heat, however
we have a good draught, and there is .
very good shade around the house
Miriam, addressing fair young girl who
had just entered, "perhaps Mrs. Graham
will take glass of ice water"
"Thank you, dear; how cool and nice
By the way, have you called on our new
towns folks W
"Not yet. Twas speaking to Miriam
about calling to-day. What swee
girl Miss Bryson seems to be; rather
melancholy, though; have you callec
yet?"
"Not l."
"Why?"
"T don't visit where Squire Gregory
does," replied Mrs. Graham.
esquire Gregory-you are mistaken
surely"
"Oh, 1 guess not-but I've said more
than meant to; don't let that influence
you; but if l had daughter like Miriam
there, I.don't know as l should care
that she should associate with such peo
pie"
''If that is their character, of course
not" replied Mrs. Merrill. 81 never
dreamed anything of that kind; the ole
lady seemed so high bred, and her daugh
ter SO modest and gentle
Mrs. Graham took her leave with {
''now do come. and spend the afternoon
when you can, Mrs. Merrill
The latter and her daughter sat quietly
at their work. Miriam is finishing {
dress for herself, and her dainty finger:
fly swiftly at their work. By-and-by SHE
looks up:
81 never was more deceived in any
one in my life, mother"
"Nor l."
The two sew away in silence; Dickey
sits chirping unuoticed in his bright
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fume unheeded.
"Tm sorry and disappointed" contin
ued Miriam. 81 thought she would be
such an addition to our set but I'm GLAD
we found her out in time"
"There's the door-bell ringing" said
Mrs. Merrill.
The person was Mr.. John Elmore, the
chorister. He is good looking enough
and has a pleasant voice, and good
many bits of news to relate.
Mr.. Elmore made known his errand
it is something like choir meeting next
Tuesday evening, to learn a new volun
tary for the next Sabbath when the new
pastor is TO preach his first sermon.
"But you can't guess whom we are tc
have in the choir after this" continued
Mr.. Elmore; "a new member. Miss Bry'
son has splendid voice. / just called
this morning and gave her an invitation
to jon"
'Mr. Elmore?"
! sIWell p