The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1883-10-27

infant. without q pause, wasn't we
proud to have such q nice sister he |
wished he had and he had such a lot of
bugs he puts them to sleep with medi-
cine and puts pins through 'em and he |
has gold watch and he let US wind 1t |
up and we told him to come again some
more and here he ISL
Charlotte was speeches., but in some
way she found herself rising to her feet
to meet a gentleman who was taking
off his hat to her and bowling with a
grace which even Grandfather Bran
tome would have approved
Miss Brantome, believe"
She acquiesced in silence.
IL am gathering materials for an
historical work and was directed to you
for information concerning the antique
ties of this region. And l might as
we'll say now that have references and
all that sort of thing"
"Then you are not" She
stopped; he smiled.
mo / am not exactly bug-man, as
these little fellows have called me,
although must plead guilty to slight
leaning in that direction. Yet just now
l would joyfully part with the biggest
bugs of my collection il in exchange
might examine your grandfather's pa
pers."
He was so gracefully genial that one
could no more be absurdly dignified
with him than with the golden robin
singing ON the Indian cross.
xviii you walk in?'
Il will sit out here instead, if you
will permit me-"
So Popsey and Wopsey dragged a
chair and then stood motionless and
wonder-eyed, listening to the talk OF
discovery and adventure. They did not
understand it very well until the con-
versation turned to Indian lore. In
dams and bears they could comprehend.
Then the mother, attracted by strange
voice, drew near the door in her
melancholy, wavering way.
1.-THE Postmaster wife thought that
La Sale was an Indian Chiet," Char
lotto was saying, land she had heard
of Father Marquette, but supposed him
the priest down at La Paz. Her opin-
ion of him would not have made him
vain. She does not believe in Pop
perry as she calls it.
II met woman the other day who
thought herbarium was a bug" re-
marked Mr.. Duncan. Then they
laughed.
But everything comes to an end.
The boys began a dumb show behind
the strangers back to indicate TO their
sister that they were perishing Of
hunger; so she let the conversation lag
in order to end the call.
sCome tomorrow and see the papers
| if YOU like,n she said. at will be Sat
urday, and shall be athome to answer
questions" si-
He thanked her and withdrew, jump
| inc over the rail fence which skirted
the field Of rye in order to get neal
view of the cross, on which not one, but
a dozen, golden robins were now hold
ing vesper conclave. And the tea
kettle was soon singing in the Brantome
kitchen song as gay as that of the
robins, and Charlotte was not her usual
careful self as she picked the straw
berries for tea.
..Half of them green" said the dis
gusted Wopsey. aspect she's think
| ing OF the DuS-man.
It certainly was astonishing how
much consulting the Brantome manu-
scripts needed. And, too, Mr.. Duncan
required SO much assistance. 1t was
ssAiiss Brantome, will you kindly read
this list while / copy it?" or, miss
Charlotte, really can't make out
whether this is an or an {" all the
while. Grandfather Brantome would
have begun to inquire as to marriage
settlements and Scotch pedigrees has
he been alive to see those chestnut locks
innocent of bangs, and that dark mus
tache in such dangerous proximity. /
was the old story-two young hcadl
bending over the same page. No Wort
of love had passed. Allwas on q strictly
business basis, the correctness of tn,
History of the Missions of the Northwes
the objective aim.
But at last there was no excuse TO
lingering longer. The hills acros
the prairie were red and gold, the rob
ms had fled, and the grain around tn,
little burying-ground cut and stowet
away.
SnoAlOttO W 40 W ofhiAAS kAOtAAC 0c uouoSt
Far away in the road two moving dot
appeared, which developed into thu
twins as they came nearer. Tear
were cutting briny burrows down thei
not very clean cheeks. Hysterica
sobs alone came from their mouths a
they tried to speak, but finally sisterl,
intuition eliminated these words from
the choas:
Mother has ruined away! She salt
she would if we didn't stop pounding
and we didn't, and she has runned!''
II That poor mother! She had mad
the same threat hundred times before
} but had been pacified.
(which way? Tell me quickly,
} thinking of the river, SO tireless and q
cruel.
''She ruined up the railroad track.
No more words were needed. Back o
: the garden was the branch railwa
from La Paz. The evening train wa