The Opelousas courier., 1885-09-12

Seraphina's eyes frightened; aSFsiyi'
color rose into her cheeks,
There he comes now" sheA muir
INJURED. Microscopes Georgel"
To her surprise and dismay,t how
ever, the cavalieridid not cometup stht
hill, but stayed his steps besides the
other woman below.
! "He is throwing his arms saround
! her neck" thought indignant Sera.
phina. "He is-yes. he Isl actually
kissing her! Are men absolutely with.
out truth and faithfulness In this age
ofthe world? But / don't care! Why
should I care? Pm sure it don't mat
ter to me-"
Seraphina hurried the cows home
and finished the milking in less time
than it had ever taken her before. She
was just carryinglin the foaming pail
when a tall figure approached.
"Seraphinal"
"Pray don't trouble yourself to
speak to me, SIR" said seraphina, with
a toss of the head. "Or. if you do,
please call me Miss Foxglovel'"
And Seraphina vanished through
! the kitchen door.
whats the matter, .Phiny| said
-. mother, noticing the girls quick
1s $50. 'ents and heightening color.
h1o5sas 7g, ma" said seraphina.
Us sss citing toward 9 o'clock
ne a knock at the door.
Mrs. Foxglovee5M no An0leS''ou
the Widow WateaaA -,
II hope I'm not A. 'au.as' salu
Mrs. Waterman, "but Rese 'no 'fo"h
bombazlne cloak, Mr.. Fexg. w. anu
humbly tn banking you all the BA -"
rather not wear 1t"
.Eh?" said Mr.. Foxgloge in amaz>
ment.
at was very kind of you to give 1T
to me-" went on Mrs. Waterman, to-
the utter discontinue of the poor | far
mer, shut there's some things Us shu-si
man flesh and blood can't bear, end to \
have Deacon Pullaby's son asking If
he could not see me home when 1
came ont of the store, and Mr.. Ferdi-
nand Puff saying was l to be at the
dance at Melinda Edwards on Tues
day night and might he call for me at
s o'clock-well, it's rather upsetting.
But the worst of it all was when L
went to get a little water at the brook.
A young fellow seized hold OF me and
was going to kiss me / believe It's
the brown cloak Is done it ALL" with
a meaning glance at seraphina Fox
glove. $50 if you will please take u
back. I'll try and get along with my
old shawl a spell longer. And the
roast chicken was very good, sir, and
that apple pie couldn't be beat"
There was a moments direful 81
lence and then Mrs. Waterman sided
out of the room and betook herself
once more to the mysterious silence of
the night.
"Well, I declared" said Mrs. Fox
glove.
"Ma, don't scold pa!' said Seraphi-
ma, halfway between laughing and
crying. 4
The farmer feebly rubbed his hands.
81 think I'll go to bed.' said he.
And he went. Seraphina, running
out for a pitcher of water, the last
thing before shutting the house for
the night, nearly stumbled against
poor George Paterson.
Goodness me! what are you doing
herey' said Seraphina.
81 can't go home and sleep, Seraphi-
ma, while you are angry with me-"
said the poor young fellow, who was
very desperately in love. "What have
/ done to deserve your coldness?"
Nothing" she answered. Except
except that you cannot blame me
for being jealous when | see you bug
ging and kissing the Widow Water
man. j
ut "a the cloak. seraphina-the
brown cloak-that misled me-" plead
ed George. Il thought, of course, that
it was YOU" I
"Oh, it's all very well to talkp' said
Seraphjna. !,
Mrs. Foxglove thought seraphina !
had never before been SO long in {
bringing a pitcher of water. /,
To George Paterson, however, the I
moments seem winged, but neverthe- ,
less he went home rejoicing. Seraphi- +;
ma had forgiven him. }