The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-11-27
MAILING A LETTER.
A Village Post-Ohice Scene Which VIII
Seem Familiar to Most Il

a village TOst-Ohce scene Nhich "''
Seem Familiar to Most Readers
Some people can mail a letter witt
aplomb, suavity and entire satisfaction
while others 90 about it with an in
undated air of hcsitancy painful te
behold.
A fair damsel enters the village post
Office with a sealed missive in hel
g!oved hand. She proceeds in the
following tanner provided the fellow
behind the pigeon-holc be young and
tender:
"Good morning, George
"Why, Sadie, is that you? How are
you this beautiful morning?'
"Quite nicely, thank you, George.
Did the Camp girls have a large crowd
at their moonlight picnic last EVENING"
"a fair-look out there young fell
low, or the turtle in the globe will snap
your nose off-crowd. But | didn't
see-no; nothing for the Browns
you there
Hattie Camp and I speak
now as we pass by
''Why, Pm surprised to hear-come
when the postmaster is in if you want
a money-order-that, Sadie. Your
bosom-keep that dogs paws off the
window-sill, Young man-friend, Amy
Tompkins was there, and-here, boy,
here's your ]etter-shc looked lovely.
But she uses too much-yes, your let
ter will be in time for the next train
powder"
"Do you think Amy is pretty
G~eorge'
"Oh, well; she might be prettier; but
you see-stick your w stamp, sir
her father is rich and-don't forget
your change, sir-that has much to do
with-here, you great big dufler, that
clock wasn't made to aim guilds at
a lady's personal attractions
''Did the Camp girls sing?'
beautifully. They are the best
boys. keep out of those ink-wells-
singers in town with one exception
Sadie blushed Il deep rose, and her
heart bobbcd up and down as George
beamed upon her through the pigeon.
hole.
''Whv. wh-what do you mean,
George:" she asked, She knew what
he meant, but she could not resist the
temptation to hear it from his own lips.
How can you ask, Sadie? You sing
'Over-quit rapping upon that box,
boy the Garden Wall, and-well,
here's your letter, boy-'White Wings
BY the way, I'd like to call tonight
and-say, you fellow with a rubber.
coat, keep your letters out of that IN.
tribution-boX-have one Of those dear,
delightful chats. May I?'
A creased head and sever or eight
inches of frcckled neck emerged from
the p~igeon-hole.
"ies; do come. George. ] shall be
even so pleased to hear Hattie Camp
sputtcr about it. She is real hateful
and jealous, too
''Never mind what she says, Sadie.
You and don't mind if-no, sir: you
can't send any corn-salve through the
mail-she does talk. BY the way. have
you got any thing good to eat-if you
will remove the gas from that rubber
concern, and throttle the escapc-valvc,
you may send it by mail, my young
man-up to your house," .
Mother made q big jar of fried.
cakes, and a dozen pumpkin pies; and
] baked some lovely angel-food cakes"
Then Ill surely come. Ia, tar
The greasy head and frcckled neck
withdrew, and Sadie went away with
a soul as light as a feather. The little
birds seemed TO sing sweeter, and
there was more gold in the sunshine.
She walked home through the heat and
dust, two miles.
When she commenced to remove her
the letter confronted her. She
had forgotten to mail it. She
reproached her wretched memory. and
hired her little brother Sammy, for
five cents, to run down to the village
post-oilicc with the letter. Sammy
went in swimming, and also went fish
ing, and-when the letter was finally
mailed, five days had passcd.--H S.
in Puck.
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