The People's vindicator. [volume] (Natchitoches, La.) 1874-1883, 1881-08-27
DISCORD.

surveyed it through her speetacles. der
tall, awkward husband, Justin from the
field, surveyed it, toe, with his head half
on one side and his eyes halt shut. The
old Brahma rooster going by the door.
and evidently attracted by the vivid
spot Of color within, stopped to inspect
It, too; jumping upon the step he put
bis head inside the door, turning it from
side to side, then threw it back, opened
his mouth % wide ~ possible, as if in.
dulging in q spasm Of laughter, and
sent forth . loud, hoarse crow. ii ~ j.
"The C-yapten's a-laughin' at ye,"
sid Ephraim, as be picked up his pan Of
pumpkin seed and started to the field.
Wise would It have been for the Csp-
tain TO follow, instead of standing stock
stin, . mark for the arrows Of Mrs,
Pickles. wrath. She seized the broom
and brandished It vigorously. =.
"You jist toto yourself of. you
ole varmint," she cried, ''standin' an
CROWN there like . ole 'possum. The
Captain, still standing in innocent won
der, exasperated her into hurting the
broom toward him, whereat he sprang
three feet straight up into the air with
IN sstonished ECU aw-k!" then
marched Oh around the corner.
The polonaise had been sent to Mrs.
Pickles BY . sister in the city, whose
taste in dress ran to brilGance Of color
ing, in part pay for the rolls Of butter
supplied BY Mrs. Pickles, who had sent
for the polonaise with vague order to
ket something "kinder stylish an tax
in'.like." She shared her sisters taste
for fright colors in 8 more moderate do.
gree, and, though she might not have
selected such avery striking article her
SELF, nov that she had it she was loath
to hide III gorgeousness from the light
Of day and the admiration OF Steeple-
vile eyes. saa u, e.fYj ass ~.
Probably the Captain had forgotten
allaabout the p0lonaise, the broom and
his own misdeed a. he reveled in his
noontide duss.bath under the hot May
sun. But Ephrsim Pickles, sleisurety
pattinG the tops u the pumpkin hills
smooth With the blade Of the hoe, knew
BY the shflll and vicious tone Of the tin
dinner that .Delphy had not forgot:
ten the sights put that morning upon
her scarlet p0lonaise. 5'.,a ii ~, ~
But the bone Of, contention had not yet
reached the acme Of its reputation. b h
The bells Of the little village church
ware ringing the next morning for, Sab
bath 3Ch6ol When Ephraithi put his head
in q IT, bedroom door where bis wiki
wae Struggling, With : mighty hair braid,
which. perysrssly refused to be arranged
In orderly fashion, bnt with "a utter die.
regard Tor proprietyd bristlsd up in q
jauntily defiant manner, and kept slip
ping backward and forward and side
wsys With every motion of Delphy's i'm
paflent head. e y ei3i;s', 2 f,ts-ti. -
"Ar W a!goih' 10 wear that rcd
thing. Delphyf'' asked Ephraim. FL.
YeS, | az, !" answered bis wife, pos.
iHysty. gouging, ( big hajrpin into tht
refractory braid, and pinnipg It, fast il
astata ol hilarious one sidedneas. n :,
"IAea,l aiu't a-goin' with ye," sale
Ephraln, with h. usual deliberate slow
~ kiako alone, / reckon, - said Del
ply. hsF neck looking suddenly ver,
straigh and her nose very stiff.
" Polka IL take We ief ! BIG walkin
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