The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1883-07-05


Vance's study weakened eyes there was
too much glare, too much futter. He
lost no time in putting on his blue Cog
giles.
WHO cares if they do make me look
like a frog?" unused he, as he settled
them astride his aristocratic nose.
Thanks to them, and to change of air.
my poor optics are undoubtedly improv-
ing. shall be back to college by fall.
Ha! ha! if the fellows could only see me
now!"
And here, to the infinite surprise of
staid Dobbin. his new master broke into
a rollicking class song-a song abruptly
ended as turn in the road revealed a
near farmhouse.
IF peddle soap, I'll peddle il with
knocking upon the back door with the
handle of his whip
To have seen the capable air with
which he measured ashes, bushel by
bushel, giving in exchange money, or
gallons of soap, according TO the
customers desire. one would have pro-
nounced him bred to the soap business.
Since his months rustication at his
Aunt Chuttcr's he had made the ac-
quaintance of most of the farmers along
the river, and these expressed their
qualification N meeting "a Judges son
that WASH afraid to work, but out
side the parish limits his, triumphal
march terminated. He was stranger
in strange lard. One man asked if he
had bought out the deacon; a second
hoped he wasn't proposing to run an
opposition team; and the loyal widow
Cleaves could hardly be persuaded to
surrender her ashes, because, for
sooth, she preferred to trade with
Deacon Clutter.
Obedient to his uncle's instructions,
at her cottage the young man took a
cross-road to Kendall $. summer hotel,
Familiarity styled The Eyrie.'
You'll find it long three miles,
had been Mrs. Cleaves parting remark.
Three miles, and not a neighbor be-
tween here and there; couldn't blame
the widow if she should want to change
deputy, scanning the western horizon.
Shouldn't wonder if that cloud yOnder
meant business. thought the sun was
too bright this morning. Well, a little
h.. h-toned thunder will drown this ever
lasting racket"
Facing about to wedge in position an
empty soap barrel, he observed two
ladies driving up the hill in a basket
phaeton.
That looks like Kendalls team that
gave auntie such panic this morning
thought he. Those ladies are some of
his boarders. l suppose-Tom Caven-
know. | have heard they were stop
ping at the Eyrie. Goodness! wouldn
it be a good joke if should fall in with
them to-day
Meanwhile the younger lady in the
carriage was merrily commenting on
the quasi soap-man's active figure con-
spicuously and amply clad in the dea-
cans canvas frock and overalls.
Il hope he isn't a perambulating
maniac, mamma.
1t ; the very cart that frightened the
pony" was the terrified response. "Do
let me 90 out, Lila! Oh! oh''
But already the horse was backing
down the hill. Harvey sprang from the
cart, and grasped the refractory animal
by the bride just in season to prevent the
carriage from overturning in the ditch.
"Thank you, sir-thank you very
much" said the girlish driver. the color
rushing back to her face. "Now if
you'll be kind enough to lead our pony
past your cart we shall yet be more
obliged"
"A pretty girl-stylish, too, but
abominably patronizing. thought the
young Sophomore, stalking resentfully
at the pony'S head.
There, now your cart is behind us,
we shall have no further trouble. I'm
sorry to have detained you, sir Inf
nitely Obliged
In leaving the ladies Harvey mechan-
ically raised his hat. the deacon hat
alas, yellowed and frayed by farm serv-
ice. The touch set flying the ashes upon
its brim, giving our receding hero the
effect of being caught away in cloud.
A little blinded, but laughing behind his
goggles, he went back to old Dobbin.
and waited for the ladies to go on in adj
vance.
But what allied that surprising pony?
The young lady chirruped to him; he
would not bulge. She snapped the
whip; he stood as stiff as the wooden
horse of the Trojans.
"Oh, daughter, daughter, he's balk-
ing!" cried the elder lady, who ap-
peared to be an invalid. "If there's
anything I'm afraid of, it's baking
horse"
ALLOW me, madam" said Harvey,
again advancing.
He twisted the animals ear a mo-
ment to divert his attention, then took
him by the bit and led him several
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"See, mamma, the pony has got over
his sulks. Thank you, sill"
The young lady resumed the reins
the fractions quadruped promptly re-
fused to stir.
LET me get out, Lila; l won'tgo an.
other step with him."
He doesn't seem to be going" said
the daughter, with vexed laugh. ''You
know you can't walk rod. You'll
surely have a relapse, mamma, if you
don't sit still"
Again Harvey led the pony. Agar
the tantalizing nag stiffed in his harness
the instant Miss Lila took the reins.
Many times was this farce repeated, and
many were the minutes wasted. Mean
time the sky had become overcast,
and thunder was muttering in the dis
lance.
"My mother has been very ill. If she
is caught in the shower she may get he1
DEATH" cried Miss Lila, in distress.
| ssOh. what shall we dOpS