The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1876-08-18
VOLUME |. NO. 6.

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"Now you look and talk like
dear old grandmamma ! Don't be
a goose, Minnie Just you invent
some story about my promena.
ding in the park, or taking les
soRs in wax flowers making, to de
lude her Rredalous soul, while
20 up stairs and coin money"
"But / may help yOu~
"By-and-by, perhaps, if my
wrists get tired. But now some
one must stay with grandmam
MAJ
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III is very strange" said Miss
GeQrgeitte Appleton, "that my
dresses haven't coRe home. Pos;
itively =, | shall have nothing ta
wear tonight"
She was lounging before The
sea-cOal fire in a blue silk neg
lige, trimmed with swan down
and little French tangle of blue
ribbons and lace pinned among
her yellow tresses, with a pearl
headed javelin, while a novel lay
in her lag.
"What an awful easel" observ-
ed the brother carelessly. "Where
is the amethyst silkW
"Oh, | wore that to the last re-
ceptioa."
"And the pink crape?'
II look like an owl in pink. |
was a goose ever to buy that
silk"
"The Nile green silk with white
founces"
"Sarah Howard has one just a
shade lighter that she'll be sure
to wear, and believe the spiteful
thing got it on purpose to kill
mine. No, | must haye the Swiss
muslin with knots of blue corn
flowers, and a Roman sash figured
with s0ld. And you'll go around
to the laundress, and hurry her
up a little, won't you, George?
that's a duck of a brother And
you know perfectly well you have
been yawning your jaws off the
last three quarters Of an hour"
"Where is it,"
"Only in MendeEhall street
lust a pleasant walk. And do
give Mrs. Barker scolding, and
ask her if she don't know better
than to keep her customers wait
ing-although, Of course, | know
you will do nothing Of the sort.
Men have no moral courage.
There's the address on the card.
It'll be such a relief to my mind"
Major George Appleton was an
army officer, home on q furlOugh,
and rather at a loss to know what
to do with so much extra time.
Rich, which was another source
ofperplexity Handsome, which
wasn't so puzzling!
And so he sauntered along, his
hands in his pockets and a cigar
balanced between his lips, un-
consciously advancing to meet
his fate.
Rap! rap! rap! The Major
played Il tattoo with his knuckles
on the door.
"Dear me, what a noise" said a
voice inside, "come in "a little
louder.
The Major walked in to con-
front, not a wrinkled old hag of a
washerWoman in a halo of soap
and steAm, but a beautiful young
lady, dark and brilliant as an Ara
bian dream, with ,jetty curls pin
ned bak in a silken cascade at
the back of her head, and a pair
Of auting scissors IN her hand.
Major Appleton started back,
all his wits momentarily deserted
him. 1t is a curious fact that the
more embarrassed one party in a
tete-a-tete becomes, the greater
is the composure of the other.
Annie Brighton should have col
ored and suffered at being
caught thus, but she didn't"
"What's your business, sir?" she
asked with the greatest calmness.
ats about my sisters gown
Miss Appleton's you know9"
And she took a second pair Of
fluting scissors from the stove,
testing its heat by holding it dan
gerously near her velvet cheek.
Mr.. Appleton, being posted in
etiquette and general decorum,
saw no harm in carrying home a
basket ofneWly laundried clothes.
So he sat down and waited, while
honest Mrs. Barker started from
the other room, where she lay
upon her bed a captive to rheu-
matte pains.
"She's in a hurry YOU know"
said the Major, twirling his
thumbs, and thinking how pretty
the girl was,
$50 am i" said Anna, making
the scissors glide in and out in
a most marvellous manner
among the clouds Of the sunny
muslin.
"She wants to wear it," added
the Major. "But | say you
know-you're not a regular wash
erwoman"
Anna slightly straighteAed her
self up,
"My father was a Colonel in the
regular army. NV grandfather