The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1885-09-04

won't on in panicky way twitching and
pulling at the curl papers. Do go
along. Phrone! I'd do as much for you;
and will do q great deal more when l
am able to, as probably shall be at an
early day. can't possibly go till I get
my bangs arranged and my dress
changed. Go along. Please do, Phrony,
and make haste or he'll go away. You
can act like hired girl, and speak in
correctly; call me Miss Laury, and he'll
never know the difference"
Until he's my brother-iu-law, and
then lie will prosecute me for getting o
brother-in-law under false pretences.
Soplronia was beginning to make
ready, by "sudsing off her arms. Then
she went forward to the front door, feel
ing awkward enough for tho role OF ser
want girl.
sissy" was dismissed by the back
way she might have been sent to the
door, if the idea hal occurred to Miss
Lauras bewildercd brain. Mr.. J. G.
Gumm's card was soon brought to the
destined trembling hand. And, at
length, the bangs and the dress being
arranged, Miss Laura went to the
happy meeting.
Do not imagine that You are to DO
told what TRANSFERRED at the happy meet
ing. Doubtless Sophronia could have
told somewhat, since she made prolonged
keylolc observations before returning to
the washing. It is about the Interrupt
ton of the happy meeting that you are
to hear. This occurred about twelve
minutes before twelve, when the impro-
vised servant maid put head in ut the
parlor door, and intimated with an hisl,
brogue which was not above suspicion,
that "a word was wanted with the mis-
tress."
The red of Miss Laura's face was
deeper than rose, as she went forth to
the interview with Mr.. Gumm's whis-
pered entreaty thather absence might be
made short.
"What is to be done about dinner?"
said Sophronia, her face in quicker.
"Why, it isn't dinner time, said Miss
Laura in tone of injured surprise and
remonstranc-.
cts nearly twelve" said Sophronia.
"Why you must be mistaken, it can't
be much after ten, Laura expostulated.
"Time runs like mill to folks that
are counting" said Sophronia; "but it's
very little way from noon, and you've
got to say what's to be done about din
ner."
sob, dear! nobody has particle of
sympathy with me-" Miss Laura COM
planned.
My sakes you talk as if I had been
putting the sun forward, and had been
Strengthening the shadows all over the
place. It's noon and I've got to know
what's to be done about dinner, Sophro-
mia persisted, giving her sleeve an adj
ditional roll-up.
Miss Laura was pestered to the tear
point.
Cant you put off dinner?" she said,
with unusual meekness. "Have it
about two o'clock. Tn not particle
hungry"
"But am," said Sophronia stoutly,
discerning that for once she had the
underground usually held by the
elder sister. "rve been at the wash
tub all morning and haven't had any love
to feed on, SO Tn ferociously hungry
''Well, you can just take o piece
said Miss Laura in soothing tones, ami
preparing Tor q return to Mr.. Gumms.
But" said Sophronia, with detaiuiDg
insistence Of tone and manner, ''thora.s
not bite in the house for a piece, and
beside, pas in the back yard come tor
his dinner"
"Well you can make some coffee and
have some griddle-cakes they are
quickly got.
Miss laura turned to go.
"CofTee and griddle-cakes !" cried
Sophronia there's not grain Of coffee
in the house, and there is no -four o.
eggs for griddle-cakes; and beside,
there's no lard to fry them.
''Then fry some potatoes, said Hiss
Laura.
CRY potatoes without lard!" cried
Sophronia. ''Beside, there isn't a
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