Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1884-06-20
PICKLED LINES.
I.-PLoTRING MISCHIEF.
A BodrdinD-SchooI FrOiio.

"Who likes picked limes?" asked
one.
go, dop "And TT "And r.
shouted about dozen of the other girls.
Cali right Well each contribute q
few pennies, and have regular feast Of
picked lines and stick-candy."
"That's so" cried No. 2. "Won't
we enjoy them, though My mouth
waters to think of it"
These young girls were all pupils in
very aristocratic boarding. school not
many miles away, where everything was
conducted on system, and the young
ladies were expected to turn out perfect
models of Intellectual womanhood. Some
did, but, alas for human hopes, very
many graduated with but one fixed
idea, namely: that boarding-school was
place in which to have fun, and to tor
ment the teachers to the utmost of their
ability.
Miss Woodward was fine principal
and very discerning woman, but the
girls would get the best Of her OCCASION
ally, in spite of her keen eyes and ears !;
and Just now, after whole month of
goodness, they were positively pining
for mischief, and had ransacked their
brains for something wicked enough to
shock the whole community.
The morning before, while their
worthy principal was taking her beauty
sleep, some one had climbed up to the
veranda, and just before her window
had placed most ridiculous caricature
OF her august self, adorned with her
precious brown ringlets, and set of
teeth that we're supposed to have been
profound secret. How they got out of
her top drawer on to that figure will al
ways remain mystery to Miss Wood
ward. But there they were; so the poor
lady was obliged to pull the object in,
and stife her indignation as best she
could, because 'twould never do to have
the story spread abroad.
The young Professor of Languages
had been tormented to such degree
that, had it not been for an attachment
to the very ringleader of all the mis-
chief, he would certainly have thrown
up his situation for more peaceful
haunts; but, being hopelessly in love,
he bore it all, to the great disgust of the
girls, who daily expected some explosion
from him. Nothing was said, and, as
Miss Woodward had kept quiet about
the figure, they were quite melancholy,
and felt that nothing but great dis
obedience, in some form, would COM
pensate for their disappointment.
One of the rules of the school strictly
enjoined the putting out of all the lights
by $50 o'clock, and the putting of ones
self quietly to bed but here were these
girls this afternoon planning for picked
lines and good time in the evening,
after all the good people Of the house
should be In their beds.
1t was decided that, after tea, Nettie
Cutler, the very essence of fun and the
leader in all the mischief, SHOULD feign
illness and start for herroom, but should
steal out the back gate and down into
the town for the goodies. So while the
Others were in the dining hall, Nettie,
having been excused on account OF O
severe sick headache" made her escape
and did all that was desired OF her-and
more. She bought all kinds of dainties
the town afforded, then stole in and
went up stairs with her large bundle,
unseen.
At 10 o'clock, when they were sup
posed to be sweetly sleeping, fourteen OF
the fifty decorous younQ women in the