The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1886-10-23
A Splendid Farce.

POp! pop! pop.
"Oh!' shouted the children, "what
glorious ones they are;;" and they
crowded closer about Uncle Josh.
This dignitied parsonage sat before
the blazing wood fire in the kitchen
1--WE were Maine folks, reader), holding
one of these square, sieve-like boxes,
with long handle, known-I think
only to Yankeedom properly the
atrocious but significant name of "corn
poppers."
"Give me that big one," shouted
Maggie, the pet. "That's the king of
them all"
Uncle Josh smiled and handed her the
kernel
"'Taint so awful good, is 1t, sis ?"
he asked moment after.
"Why it wasn't sweet a bit. There
was no taste to it," whimpered the pet.
"Aactly, sis; cause it was jes' COM
pletely turned inside out-all pop and
no sweet. Not half so good as this
little dried up lookin' feller. That's the
way Of the world, Maggie. There's a
good many folks like this kernel-so
much on the outside there's nothing
left for hum. All pop and no sweet
-eh, Neliys What are you laughing
at" as involuntarily l smiled at his
quaint philosophy. "True, amt it?
That Reminds me. Here's a letter /
got st the office for you to-day"
seized the note eagerly, but held it
moment before opening it; for the
airy, delicate handwriting carried me
back through the lights and shades of
TWO years to my boarding school days
and Judith May. We were sworn
friends, Judith and l, on the principle
that extremes meet" suppose, for /
was grave, studious and plain; she
thoughtless, madly merry and undoubt-
edly intended some time to be belle;
some time, l say, because, though pos
sesSlng all the elements of beauty, she
was boarding school girl; and, as
such, wore tumbled collars, wasn't par
ucular about her hair and hands, and
mad very bread and butter expression.
IL had been a joyful day for her when
she finally left school, for she hated its
restraints; but our parting would have
done fora a" sensation romance" and our
farewell was a solemn promise to otlici-
hrI II f.xv
Her letter claimed my promise 1t
was short and characteristic:
DEAR NELLY-I haven't written to
you before, because l had nothing to
say, and hated to bother you and myself
with platitudes: and, even now. | am
gong to be stupid, since have nothing
more original to say than that | am
ABOUT to be married. l will tell YOU all
ABOUT him now, and then you must
never mention his name to me. as hate
10 be bored. He is Frederick Lacy. son
OF the wealthy r. Il. Lacy, and has "a
tremendous mustache, and tailor who
Noes very we'll by him. That is all,
PosluSely. Come us soon as possible.
Yours. JUDITH.
should as soon have dreamed of
going on a pilgrimage to Mecca, as not
complying with her invitation. or,
rather, command, but the starting of
tne electric light was not attended by
more difficulties than mine. and the
come as soon as possible proved to
pe full two weeks. We were plain
people, and don't own Saratoga
trunk, or It's contents: and the cOnSe-
'quence was, that committee Of ways
; ana means composed OF Miss King,
Inc dresslnaker. my mother and my
self sat daily in the kitchen, debating
whether the blue merino would make
y over into a morning dress, and if my
purple six couldn't be turned, and
nave new waist and sleeves, etc.
formidable consultations, at which
!aWned most drearily, and the products
oi which only filled the very moderate
s'zed trunk that was set down with me,