The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1886-05-27
CHAPTER III Continued

us, I've decided, that for once In my
life, I'm going to try Bellies art of in
gratiating myself, [ believe~that's it
with her. Belle says. shell live for
ever, that they always do in New
Eng land, and 1 might as well bury
all hopes from that direction but
never mind, its not likely, consider
ing, she's over sixty now, that she'll
live so very much longer, and LIN
practicing to receive her when she
does come, which she writes will be
some day.
Jack says the style wont be natural
if don't act it all the time, and aunt
being SO keen viii see through it, but
I'll trust to luck, and l reckon I'll get
through, / generally do somehow.
Bellies got q beautiful name, be-
sides, as she thinks, the entire good
looks of the family, with her yellow
curls. baby blue eyes, wax doll skin,
and hands that can't wash dishes, for
fear they'll be spoiled, pshaw-!
She's named Isabel Fontaine, after
one of mothers school mates; one she
met at the big school in New York
where she went, and she sent hand
some silver mug, with her name on it,
and lovely diamond ring, while
Aunt Priscilla, with all her money,
has never given me anything in her
life, but bed quilt and four pairs of
stockings she knit herself, the very
idea.
Mother says l ought to appreciate
them more, as they are her own work,
but with all her money, do think she
might have done better, so l do, but
never mind, that Miss Fontaine is
married, and that's the end of her for
Belle, while Aunt Pricilla never will
be won, that's sure fact, so we're
about even; Bellies had her good
things, while mine are to come.
Bless my heart! I've gotten entirely
off the track of the berry question,
clean off.
Well, here 1 am again at the bush
es. First I was mad at mothers re-
fusing to let me go, but its not one bit
of use to be mad off by yourself, SO by
degrees I got to singing while [ was
picking.
can beat Belle at that; she can't
turn tune, and everybody says, why
even Archie, that my voice is as clear
as a bell, but all at once / started to
run after a rabbit, | didn't know
my dress was caught on a bush, but in
another minute [ knew there was big
tear in it; that's my usual luck /;
nobody's clothing ever tear like mine
its all for being Bellies old ones vow;
there no strength in them, after she's
paraded in 'em for years.
Well, while / was trying to fix it
some way, heard voices near our
rock wall (Which separates our place
from the woods) so not wanting who
ever it was to ZEE me / stopped down,
but wanting myself to see who it was,
/ peeped through the bushes, and be-
held Belle and Joel; they'd been to
walk 1 suppose, and were going home
that way; they didn't look my way,
but stepped so near to talk, that |
could hear every thing they said. l
reckon I'm good listener anyhow,
but I strained my ears this time to
good purpose.
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They made a pretty picture I'll
own. She, with her yellow curls, try
ing to look half mad, half sad, dress
ed in blue muslin, (Which will fall to
my share when it gets little paler)
with some roses, red roses in her
hands, picking them to pieces to make
you look at her hands to see how
white they are. Her figure looked SO
slender, as she stood beside Joel, her
head just reaching to his shoulders,
and seeming so delicate and slim,
while he looked so tall and strong
(even if he hasn't but one ARM and
since he's gotten over his wound, SO
full OF health and energy.
Then he's dark; has the blacklist
hair and whiskers 1 ever saw, aud
lovely, soft, brown eyes; then he al
ways wears black clothes, even in
summer, SO he and Belle do suit in
looks, and seem like they were made
for each other in that respect, though
she isn'nt half good enough for him,
but she seems to suit him, so perhaps
she may improve.
He looks like hero, and should
think she had read enough novels, for
she lives on them, to see that he does;
should think she would idolize him.
love him to distraction, like girls in
books; but she don't and I'm afraid
never will
The fact is, he was caught too easily
and she admires the ones she can't en-
trap, the most.
If ever I have nice beau like Joel