The Baltimore County union., 1881-12-31

arrants to the store so don't need 20
be back to the turn under half an hour
or such matter. =
'.And you live With your brother ~
asked Mrs. Caldwell.
"Oh, y&i Him and me, we never,
ne'er a one Of us, married, and we've al
ways lived together. We was twins
but we Amt any alike. You would not
think we was anything to each other. .
''Is II on farm like this where you
livc9" asked Mabel, forgetting her dis
contentent at once.
Something like" returned Miss
Pcay. "MY brother, he carries on the
oHf-deor .wnrk. srd ! keep horse FOR
him.
"Do you do all the work your own
self every bit ?" asked Mabel, in a tone
OF pity and wonder.
"La, yes, miss, hope so and have
a good bi, OF time left for my knitting.
| knit twenty-five pairs of white mite ms
and twenty-five pairs Of feeting last win
ter. Mr.. Call to the brick store takes
them, and pays onc-half the money and
one-half the goods.
"Feeting3 What are fee,ing?" asked
Mable.
"Fee,ingl Why. don't you know {?
Mems socks or stockings or whatever
they call them. finished off pair
this morning.
"Oh, mother - exclaimed Mable,
"can't get a pair of Miss Peay's feet.
ing and send to Mr.. W;namaker -
Mrs. Caldwell smiled and the quick
eyes under the calash caught the smile
and the thought behind it.
"Tisn't likely" said she, "my home.
spun, blue yarn would be suitable for a
city gentleman but would send him
taste of my sopsovines in welcome, il
there was 4 chance"
"Oh, YES :" cried Mabel, edo send
him some apples We are just sending
i box Of ferns and moses for his aquari-
UNI, and there is plenty of room"
''Send them, TO be sure" answered
Miss Peay, opening her basket again, and
As though i, had been the widows bar
rel that never lacked its handful, pro-
ducing another dozen OF smooth, red
apples, fragrant and fair.
Miss Peachy Peay went away present.
ly with another brisk, little curtsey.-
But the effect OF her visit lasted longer.
II even outlasted the apples. Mabel's
good nature and content continued all
day, as she occupied herself filling a
letter TO Mr.. Winamaker, with a pic.
tureSque and enthusiastic account OF the
visitor.
But that was not the last of the visitor.
She came again upon another day, when
Mabel was in the mids, OF another fl, OF
dissatisfaction.
This time Miss Peay brought some
early blackberries, and great handful
OF water-lilies and she came in dress
still odder and older fashioned, with the
same little dipping curtsey, and the same
quaint and cheerfulness OF manner.
"Mr. Winamaker was ever and ever
50 much obliged for those apples, Miss
Peay," cried Mabel "and he says il
you are as nice As your apples he wishes
We would take you home with us. viii
you go, Miss Peay9 Now please do. :"
"Home with youi" exclaimed Miss
Peay. her black eyes shining with mirth.
"A plain country body like me would
make pretty figure in the city And |
should be worried TO death by all the
noise and buz. Somebody a-going by
in the road pretty much continually,
expect and fire likely enough some
where about, almost every day But
thank him and you, too, for the invite. :"
"Oh, Miss Peachy, YOU must go !
Mr.. Winamaker wants TO see you awful.
ly. He truly does" persisted the in.
considera;e child.
Miss Peachy laughed heartily; but
before she had time to do more, the
village coach drew up before the door,
and Mr.. Winamaker himself got out.
At that sight Mrs. Caldwell rushed
eagerly upon the piazza, followed by all
the children and Miss Peay was left
alone in the room, with no way of escape
but through the little square entry,
where Mr.. Winamaker stood paying the
driver, and shaking hands with the
CaldwellS.
She had no idea of meeting him,
though, and so she dar,ed across the
room TO seek an exit through the win
dow. But her dress caught on an ugly
nail that Mabel had driven in the case
ment to hang balls Of thistle-down upon.
al am awfully glad you've come. |
do love you so !" she heard Mabel say;
then the party began to move toward
the room.
Miss Pcachy Peay at this made anoth-
er effort to escape but the nail held
firmly to the stout chintz gown that
couldn't tear, for, alas il was not woven
on our degenerate looms.
"Miss Peachy Peay is here this min
ute Mr.. Winamaker, and SO you can see
her." continued Mabel, with lisp that
she put on like state dress, upon state
occasion.
Miss Peachy Pcay at this struggled
still more fercely, but still the nail and
chintz refused TO part company. And
il was this astonishing tableau that pre-
sented itself to Mr.. Winamaker's eyes
as he entered the room.
"Permit me madam" said he, COM
ing forward politely.
At that instant the gathers OF the gown
gave way, and at the same time the green
calash and iron-bowed glasses fell Off;
and down foated mass Of fair hair,
and up looked sweet, girlish face in a
pretty flush Of girlish shame.
Mr.. Winamaker had only an instant to
look, for as soon as she felt herself re-