The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-06-30
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also heard raps.
She went to the window.
Within foot Of it she saw a face
her next door neighbor's, the pedlar of
pipes.
"What do you want?" she asked
sharply.
.''Pardon, madame," replied a weak
voice, with a strong French accent,
pardon, but 1 have some colics.''
'Colics?" repeated Miss Copperlield.
Vera bad, , responded the neighbor.
VI expire Of pain, and Madame Rooney
goes of her Cousins child to tho funeral,
and i'll re house is no one.
"Perhaps you will ave leetle eau lie
rie-brandee.
"Ehl you comprehend, madame?''
,'Yes, yes," said Miss Copperfeld to
whom returned memory of genteel
lessons in French, taken in her earlier
days.
1--WE, Monshure; jer comprany-ier
=" but the elegant memory was but
faint one, and she added, s'I don't know
about brandy perhaps have a little.
81 will see.''
MADAME is al angel" responded the
neighbor.
Miss Copperlield brought the brandy
about half a gill in a cologne bottle and
presented it on small fire-shoyel.
The neighbOr, thanking her in a pro-
fusion Of complimentary French, rotir-
Ell, but soon was heard to 'groan again
more dismally than before.
care you worse2" called the lady
through the shutters.
II am vera bad," piped the sufferer,
in an anpuiShpd falSnttO
''Perhaps a mustard plaster might
relieve" suggested Miss Copperfcld.
"Per'aps," moaned the Frcnchman.
Miss Copperfield, who was really a
tender-heartcd soul, instantly rushed TO
her tiny kitchen, and soon approached
the window again with the plaster be-
tween two soup dishes.
Placing them Oh the shovel, she way,
ed it before her neighbours window.
"The plaster" she said.
The plaster was taken with many
thanks. Shortly the groans ceased.
Was he dead OF relieved Of pain, this
man who had called her an angel? She
called softly, care you better?"
'Ah, yes. replied the voice. "Zeplas-
taire'is 'eavenly, like madame.'
Miss Copperiield retired.
early the next morning tap came
on her door.
1t was her neighbor, with her plates
well washed and her bottle reiilled.
lie had come to overflow with graft
tude.
IIe declared that he should have ex-
plred but for her most amiable conduct,
her delightful mustard-plaster, and he
ended by a narrative OF his own life,
his fallen fortunes, and how he came to
peddle pipes.
81 say to myself, what mattar we're
no one knows me2" he said.
"Still, madame, 1 am gentleman;
Zat l would ave you know.'
81 am sure of it, said Miss Copper
field.
Her guest departed.
Miss Coppcrield sat thinking.
What handsome eyes lie had! What
a nice nosel
How romantic to fall from the aris-
tocracy to pipes!
How he had looked at her
All, Miss Copperficld, who had held
herself too aristocratic for every suitor
Of her youth. found herself blushing.
That evening her neighbor called
again.
He brought with him all Offering, an
ivory nut thimble, in a case shaped like
an acorn.
Shortly, a sort of scandal spread
through the neighborhood.
The pedlar, the vulgar pedlar, called
Oh Miss Copperlield!
lie took tea with her OH Sunday after
noon!
Could such things be?
The family heard of it.
1t called in it's coach, with it's red
cockaded footmen.
1t assembled the steps. 1t seated it.
self in her parlor.
1t was largely represented.
Two stout ladies, two stout gentle
men, and very old lady, with face
like crumpled parchment.
They filled Miss Copperiield's chintZ-
covered room to overflowing.
They occupied all the chairs, while she
perched on the small round stool before
the upright piano, and they addressed
her.
"Cornelia," said the old lady, 1--WE
hear frightful news of you; that you are
visited by segar pedlar!''
Gle isn't u cigar pedlar," replied
Cornelia.
Giles Monsieur Blanc. lie sells
pipes, aunty."
'"This is flippant," said the old lady.
ga pedlarl
eve call to remonstratc.n
eve hear you arc engaged to him."
said stout lady number one.
"And we call to warn you,n said
stout lady number two.
"Dismiss him at once" said the thin
nest gentleman, cor we discard YOU"
"And disown you," said the other
thin gentleman, "since you have forgot
ten you are a Copperlield."
81 was so lonely" she sobbcd.
"YOu never even invited me to tea,
and he's IA gentleman.
owe say no more," replied the old
lady.
Eyes, or no.
"Will you dismiss him?
And she looked an anathema mara
natha.
Miss Cornelia could not endure the
accommodation.
She said
eyes"
The family then arose and departed.
She was left alone.
For an hour she bathcd her poodles
head with hor tears.
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