Feliciana sentinel. [volume] (St. Francisville, La.) 1877-1892, 1880-05-08

The deacon hitCHed bis CHAIR along ~
few inches farther: 'Ye'd oughter hev'
a brother or cousin, or some relative
like, to share the burden with ye.'
-.hy shoulders are plenty strong re-
turned Miss Kezia good -nature'ily. 'Im
glad to show folks that there are women
who are good for something besi .es
giddy-gaddyins and tattling.'
'Yis, yis,' answered the deacon, 1--WE
can all testify to your vally and worth
You're r.al honor to your sex YOU'RE
you're bright aud shinin' beacon light
to the triflng and vain-minded women
of tho world y ana the speaker waved
his hand at the conclusion of this oratori-
cal flourish.
Tben b tch, l.itch, hitch. went the chair
Miss Kezi:l-warh. Don't ye feel sort o
lonely ut spells ? he asked insinuatingly.
Miss Kezia glanced srspicously at the
rapidly advancing chair. She dropped
her knitting, and went to the fire and
piled up the blazing sticks OF wood.
hen she came back TO the table aud set
her chair on she farther side OF it, til us
putting barrier between her and her
" to do is the best medicine for loneli-
ness
But womans tender, dependent crea-
ture 'Woman's vine,' here the deacon
assumed his weekly prayer-ineet'ng
drawl, 'and needs suthin' TO cling to
when the troublous. desolation waves
and winds of affiic,ion oud sorrer roll ov-
cr her.
Stuff and nonesensev exclaimed Miss
Kezia with a conte,nptuous sniff. i
shouldn't have expected that q man OF
your sense, deacon, would repeat such
silly trash. l have no patience W tn the
people who are Iways talking as if a wo-
man couldn't stand alone, and neede'
prop2ing up. like n rag doll that hadn't
any backbone. I'm no viue--no such
creeping, helpless thing, can toll sou
I can stand alone as well as anybody, II
the Lord so wills it, al hough l admit,
deacon, that it's pleasanter to have some
one o keep yon compt NY
That's Jest it; We hev' hit the nal
squaF' on tn head! L; is pleasanter TO
hcv' company in our s"journ on this moi
| tai EARTH
The deacon seized his chair with both
hands and by circuitous line OF hitch
ing placed it within three feet Of Miss
Kezia's table: You're forthanded W"
| man. Miss Kezia: Pm a man of promi-
nence and influence in the co'nmnnit:
| it seems to me that it would he good
thing if we could nalk hand iu-ha nd
through this vale of tears. Providence
| seems to pint its fin er that way The
deacon was think ng ut that very mo-
me- of the money he would save by
quitting i thrifty manager like Miss Ke-
| zja in the place Of his inefficient wastefui
hired woman.
| Miss K-zia was dumhfnunle'. She
dropped her knitting, and the bali OF
| warn rolled across The floor. Mercy"
she finally gasped.
III make ye q first rate husband. ana
| veil make me a good wife. We've been
| members of the same church for thirty
| Years or more, and we've been members
of the spiri' onal family, Well now he
members Of the same family
Miss kezia Strengthened herself mp in
her high back char and drew in her chin,
while her voice rang out sGriil and clear;
Il rather guess i'm take two 10 make
that bargain
A second look at her aged aImirer, who
was edging up TO her with IL sherpish
simper, exaSperatsd the good woman be-
Won't control. 'The old fool! she said
wrathfully.
The color came into tho deacon's thin
chceks, an,l he started to his feet, look
T anx,ously toward thu dnor, as if rnedits-
A hasty retreat. But the yarn wa
vound around bis boots and he was fore
ed to remain.
n Miss KeZia likewise rose, and, foldlu
Il her hands primly in front Of her, remark
!. ed grimly, 'Whan y"n first began you
II talking | hadn't the least idea what y"
is were driving ut. thought you wei
= limiting about Betsy Hill, and wanted
Il take me into your confidence. n"V'
IS dreamed that you me mt me. why,
e. supposc every one in town knew that
wouldn't give up my freedom for the be
I'd man living. Betsy Hill is pious, like
he woman; she'll make good home Tor 20
Sc and she needs Il home herself
The deacon looked com olctely wlth'
W. ed. and Miss Kezla continued: 1t 20
on step around II little livelier, deacon, AZ
t. pick up the stones on your 1913 IL
nut them into good fences, and M
g down some of those pcsky weeds, thri
cd no earthly reason why your iarm shco q
he look as well as mine. If I've snlh al
thing to hnrt your feelings, deacon
IT. hone You'll overlook it. why, You