The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1884-06-12
JUST AS SHE TOLD 1T.
BY JULIE X. WETHERILL.
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from harper 3 Dd1af.
What time is it? Lor-rrd! Well
have half an hour to wait, and l do hate
sitting around in hotel with nothing to
do.
Amt New Orleans an awfully fuxny
place? 1t can't hold candle to Chi
cawgo. Some one told us to visit the
French quarter; but, my goodness it's
awfully shabby-just awfully shabby;
and, as for the French mark
ct, you get up at an unearthly hour
in the morning, and the coffee they
have's fit to poison you. I think it's
your duty to see everything that's to be
seen so I said to the chambermaid the
other day, where are your handsome
dwelling-houses?"
"Ahl out Prytania and st. Charles,
mum, there's Elegant fine mansions, 4"
she said
So we went, and-would you believe
it?-they're all made of wood! Did
you ever! Yes; this Is a dreadfully
d,ieer pluce I used to have sort Of ro-
mantle notions about the south-though
it must be Just per-r- feet. thought,
don't you know, you wore white dresses
all winter, and sat on piazzas in ham,
mocks, and that the southern men We're
all dark, and tall, and very fiery; and
the darkies were SO funny, and sang and
played on banjos; but, gracious! they
behave Just like every one else; and as
for white dresses, I've never come so
near freezing to death in oil my life.
Fred would Say that's because [ never
read anything, nor listen to what any
ones saying. But that amt it at all.
You'd just die if you knew Fred
He's the funniest boy. Awfully nice,
don't you know, only he will prose
so about literature and culture. Oh!
he's too funny. Why, when he likes
one book by an author. he must rush
right off and read all the rest of 'em.
He read David Cop'tield did you ever
read David Cop'field? Well, did, and
declare thought I'd be old and gray
before L got through; but I'd promised
Fred I'd read it. Well, then he read
all of Dickuns. Same way about
Thackray He began Vanity Fair, and
just went crazy about Thack'ray. Ever
read Vanity Fair? Amt it simply aw
full? I just struck. [ told Fred [ just
wouldn't read it if he never spoke to me
again.
Then that Backy Sharp, too. A girl
at our school wrote composition about
Backy Sharp. What did she sayabo ut
her? Lor-r-d! 1 diden't listen to it.
All I know is it was about Becky Sharp.
Fred amt bit like me. Now, when
I like one book by an author [ never
read another, because I think I'd be sure
not to like it half so we'll, and then I'd
get to hate the hole lot like poison.
But you mustn think Fred ain t nice.
He's real handsome and facinating; has
big brown eyes aud the cutest nous
tache; only he will be superior; and it's
SO fatiguing. Now, what's the use of
being superior? Why can't you just be
happy and sensible?
I've known Fred for PERFECT ages. |
Why, he used to walk to school with |
me, and carry my books. But that was
last year, for I've been out ever so long.
We used to quarrel like cats. One
day he said to me- marie Cassidy, do
you ever intend to be anything but a
frivolous butterfy?"
Frivolous fiddlestick's end!" said I,
and [ spoke very severely, too eff you
want superiority, just visit mommer
seven evenings week."
"Mommer's superior enough, gracious
knows. The way she goes in for gen.
eral information is simply awful.
"Well, said he, eff you are content
to remain"
Erred Delbert, I said, II am griffin
or Cyclops?"
why, Of course not" he said, open
ing those big eyes of his.
well, then; I amt Cyclops, that's
settled, and pepper has lots of money
just dead loads of it-so what do want
with superiority? I'm sorry you find
me so unattractive. There's De Lancy
Witherington, he SAYS my eyes are like
bits of heaven on earth, and"
Fred got so mad he regularly stamped.
Don't quote to me the insane remarks
of an idiot" he shouted.
anyhow" said, che likes me just
as [ am, and he isn't always treading ON
my poor little pug"
Il hate pugs," said Fred. "They al
ways look as if they're making faces"
We'll, somehow or other we made up
again, and I made him kiss Gigi, be-
cause he'd said such horrid things about
the poor little pet. Gigi's just killing
you ought to see him.
Fred and were sort of engaged. Not
quite, though, because pepper said Fred
was young, and I was young, and lie
didn't want to give up his little girl just
yet awhile. That made me cry, and feel
real badly, because I've never been any
thing but the bother of his life.
But Fred and 1 had a serious row
once.
You see, there was girl staying with
Mrs. Calvin, in our block; Pamela
Stonehenge was her name, and she
came from somewhere east Some peo-
pie said she was so elegant and charm
ing, and talked about her classic out
line" but, Lor-r-d! she was SO tall and
thin, and her nose was miles too long.
[ don't care what anybody says, it was
long.
She was dreadfully profound and
high, and Fred began to fly around her
q little. [ didn't let on cared a bit,
because I wasn't going to set him up,
but just firted awfully with De Lancy.
It was at Mrs. Jenifer's ball, and De
Lancy and l were sitting on the stairs,
when [ saw Fred and the classic Pamela
off to the conservatory. Amt
men too heartless? Twas sure he must
have something important to say to her,
so l told De Lancy WANTED to stroll
about and look at the flowers; and of
course he agreed, for he was mashed
mashed. passed as close to
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