The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1886-06-19
us, and have heard o. the s%ojourn a
their ancestors in our midsI. Gr,stio.
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WHO SHALL BE pRjvEpo

WIZ S'@s o6 OHlvER?
How n Momentous Question Was s..,
Among the Little Members of the Carsu
Family.
1t was raining hard; and it was inc,
going to rain all day. No chasing tho
turkeys, no climbing after green an.
pies, nc tumbling in the hay to-day
that was certain.
But the five little Careys must hav.
fun somehow; so when grandma heard
q laundering noise ver her head, and
peepcd in the old garnet room, thers
they were, getting ready to play stage
coach.
Every Of the five looked bright
and happy and merry; they were haul.
ing together old trunks, pulling about
broken-legged chairs, Juggling at every
thing that could be moved, and many
things that couldn't.
Grandma closed the door softly, not
having been seen by the travelers'elect,
and slipped away, smiling.
"While l am up here" said the old
lady to herself, '.1'll just step across to
the other loft and turn my hops.1
This didn't take long; and, as grand
ma came past the garrett room she
opened the door and peeped in again.
my! What's the matterP' she
cried. There was the stage all ready
to be sat upon, pounded, thumped and
hollered at; but the voyagers, where
were theyp Scattered like the poppy
leaves when a storm has passed; and
every little darkened brow and puck
cred nose and pouting lip showed
traces of the storm.
"And what's the matterp" grandma
had to ask again before she found oct
that when ii was time for the coach to
start, 10! every body wanted to be driv-!
er-Rob, and Frank and Tom, Of
course; and even long-haired Jessie,
and grandma's pet, wee Madge.
Did grandma laugh at themP I
think she must have laughed a little,
even grandma; but not much; for she
sat right down on the drivers seat, and
put on her ''once upon a time' look.
1.-The greatest Virginian that even
was born she began (for this farm
house with the garnet Dol was in
sight of the Blue Ridge, twas the one
that was the readiest to get down of
the drivers seat. After he had whipped
the red coats, Washington might have
kept his place at the head of his de-
voted army, and been the driver Is
long as he lived. Did he do thisP"
Frank, who had recently read ali the
backs Of his History of the United
here snapped the fingers of
both hands above his head, in token of
his eagerness to answer
mo stree; there's splendid picture
in my book of General Washington Civ
up his sword to the Congress at
The fellows are dressed
up too funny for any thing, with their
nair tied back like Jessie's; only all
their heads are white"
But Washington was put. in the
rivers seat again. continued grand
ma, "when the people voted him Pres
dent Of the United States, and they
lad great work to get him to keep the
ems for eight years; he did not think
t best for the country that n man
continue to rule; so back he
vent to Mount Vernon, to take care of
lis servants and his land, and do his
as a gentleman farmer. And
(here grandma looked very sad)
lere are my little Virginians quarrel
ng over being a stage coach driver"
Washington's little fellow citizens
ooked tremendously sheepish, but the
mention of voting had suggested q
'appy thought to Tom,
Lets vote for the driver cried he,
with virtuous severity: 'Of
curse no fellow must vote for HIM
.s...
The choice fell on baby Madge, and
'aving settled the affairs of the infant
epublio by the example Of their great
st countryman, grandma went back
huckling to her knitting.-ElizabeM
}. Allen, In N Y. Independent.