The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-10-19

your sober ole aunt, Pussy ! People
will think have gone daft if 1 90
down to church tonight with ny hair
in this girlish fashion. Aud what will
your father and mother say when they
see me maltreating the cinoamons by
wearing them on my POOR old pate Z"
"Why, they'll say,
She is tho cinnamon rosy bright,
And her poor types are they.'
'Don't you dare touch it! But did
DR.. Hooper run of with your picture
hims'lt? l presume he wears it next
his heart to this DAY. He has such ,
ser.phic gesture when he throws back
his head 20, you know, and smites up
on bis breast, and / don't doubt he
drives your image deeper in every time
he does itv' :; p. 8,
Auntie finished her toilette in ber
dressiug-room by this time, 80 although
1 raised my voice, Jet 1 doubt if she
heard anything further than the open
ing question at least she dida's re-
prove or reply to me, except to say
when she returned, "The ambrotyps
was safe in my work. basket, aud have
it now"
Just then came James rap At the
door, with the announcement that tea
Was on the table. l hastily exeh.agcd
Aunt Fanny's .dreasingsack for = wrap.
per Of my own, and soon joined the
family in the tea room: =
PIP, beamsd upon me With the IT.
most innocence and tenderness, ~ if
I were the very apple Of his eye,
which doubtless I sm, though I
should have been far luckier to have
been bis green bsg.
His uuoopsoiousuess Of having just
broken that brittlest Of divine laws,
"Fathors, provoke rot your children to
wrath" 50 exasperated mo that ] re-
lapsed tuto salkiness. Then mamma.
remarked that my dress was uubeoom.
Ing the time and place.
However, after Aunt Fanny had
eagerly pleaded in my behalf the ia,
tlguo Of walking aud hair.dressing-so
graolously shielding papa that his ten
dor sympathy for bis child remained
smoothly uurufaed by any suspicion Of
himself as tho unnatural cause Of her
woes-I was made much OF, to tho
great improvement Of my temper, and
harmony reigned.
Aunt Fanny's mufins and strawber.
ries contributed not less than her alo-
quence, perhaps, to this result. 1 was
mischiavous enough: to inquire, 10 re-:
gard to the former, if they were made
from Mrs. President Lofts famous rec
ipe.
Papa had just had his plate filled the
second time with fruit, leaving perhaps
three berry "manoers" in tho dish,
when Aunt Fanny said to him laugh
ingly, "It is we'll you found no delegate
who had no objection to going into the
country to spend his nights, or We
could have had only a dozen strawber.
ries EACH"
Up spraug papa, with his usual dszed
look when bis impish memory has been
playing its tricks, and cried. out,
"What on earth are you eating supper
for without the minister, Berth. ?"
Mother was so accustomed to this
vicarious endurance that she calmly
buttered her last muffin as she inquired,
|!"Charles, dear, what minister 2"
you are enough to try the patience
Of a saint, Bertha. 'Whst minister ?
Why, Dr.. Hooper, who preached th,,
afternoon the very best sermon I have
heard in ten years."
Aunt Fanny and I gased At each
other some What anxiously, but had no
apprehension as yst Of the horrors Of
the situation.
I think We both cherished the hope
that for once fathers dspravity had
borne good fruit, and that he had left
the honored guest on tho church steps,
or Inadvertently spilled hin out of the
carriage on the way home. ="
AS for mamma, she was moved to
the depths Of her hospitable soul, and
said rsp+oviogly, 'Cherles, Dr.. Hooper
hasn't been in the drawing.room oil this
time, has he 7"
"No, no, ~. He is up in tho Blue
room.-Didn's you hear any stir in
there before you came down, Franoesl I
Jane, 60 up and tell the gentlsm a.
tea is on the table. He had a head.
ache aod wanted to sleep it off before
tho evening session, so took him riA ht
up to the Blue,room, as l tvld you
when l came home.".
"Yoo couldr't have told me, Charles ;
I have ju>t come in from poor Mrs.
Howe's. 1h.ve ben sitting At. ber
bedside oil tho afternoon, 80 that. sister
Frances osali have little rest after
her weeks watching With her:o :. =
1T must have been Frapois I told
then, or some Of yoc-but where arc
you going, girl, I" Aunt Fanny and l
were alike 'girls" to him. -
|: !.*You will excuse me, please, Berths,' =
said Aunt Fanny, hsrfaoe burning rcd ,
and fsirly COW ulssd with morti6oati on.
too vas vexed snd trig ghtsnd, but,
poor Auntie's agonized expression quiet
ed me.
"I-1-1 am not drc fsed, you know
mamma," stsmmered l.