The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-08-19
THE TIMES AND THURSDAY, AUGUST 49, 1886
house bell hard.

house bell hard
They had not long to wait 4 servant,
newly risen, came to the glass, and after
prolonged stare at Mrs. Mead's features,
opened the door.
"Tell Mrs Walker that Judith Mead is
come from Greystone to SEQ her. And take
this here box and lead us to room Wi chairs
int, whiles our legs have life in 'em, If ye
don't want the job Of carrying Of u.s." ex-
claimed Mrs. Mead. And the girl, thus ad-
monished, ridding the old lady of her bur-
den, conducted her and Jenny into parlor
to the right Of the bar.
With groan Of weariness the old woman
tumbled herself down upon chair and
Jenny sank lnnguidly upon sofa.
"Well, if ever I should ha' believed Wins
ton to be so far" exclaimed Mrs. Mead, lift
ing her bonnet off her gray hair and throw
ing it upon the table.
"How do ye feel, dear heart! Tired you
look as I niver see the like; but have prom
ised thee n good snatch O. sleep betwixt
breakfast and the coach hour, and that yell
git. And here is Sally, whose mother re-
mimber as tho prettiest-waisted wench /
this part O. the country. Don't courtesy to
me- my dear, for my bones'l not allow Of
my rising. How are yellow are ye:'
She addressed these words to q stout
kindly-faced young woman, who had come
suddenly into the room, and now stood star
| ing at and courtesying first to Jenny and
then to Mrs. Mead.
"Saily," continued the old woman, 1--WE
have walked all the way from Greystone to
get a SUP O. breakfast afore T. coach starts.
What have ye got i the house to comfort
| tn inside of an old friend-and q lady,
whose beauty should mako ye proud to
sarve herl Speak out, my love, and niver
fear to name thy choicest Is it pretty
slice from n tender side O. bacon, with the
eggs which the hens are now singing over,
and pot o thy best tea, wi cream to give
| it q dainty color? That will do-that will
do, Sally; but I'll not gi yo q farden for it
| all, if ye don't make the saucy wench, as
ogled me through your glass door, brisk in
cooking Of it."
@What! Mrs. Mead, Who'd iver ha'
thought Of seeing you this time O marning"
cried Mrs. Walker in rich, clear voice
"Where be ye going by t coachl Not to Llm-
non, at thy time O life! Well. well! only
last night did 1 say to Roger: Next time thce
gocst to Greystone, sec that ye fill the big
gest basket Wi the largest gooseberries for
Mrs Mead, that she may know Sally Is
alive and wishes her health. How strange,
now! An it's breakfast you're wanting at
once? That you shall have, an quickly.
| Hi! Martial" she called at the door; and n
voice answered, "Here I be, missis!" "Run
out and bring in what eggs ye can find, a.nd
first set the kittle OH; and if ye stay talking
with jackanapes Johnny, I'll know you by
nv clock, which nm looking at now!
There's breakfast for two to get, and if
your shoes hinder ye from running, toss 'em
off,"
She looked back into the room with q
merry laugh, which died away on her catch
ing sight of Jcnny's face, for the girl had
lifted her veil Observing the change Of ex-
preston in her friends face, Mrs. Mead
frowned knowingly upon her, with an ex.
tremely suggestive shake of the head, and
then begged for tho loan Of n pair OF slip
pers, which Mrs. Walker Immediately went
to procure
"Now, Mistress" said the old woman, in
her kindest manner, and hobbling over to
Jenny, "ye must make yourself comfortable
here, and there's no reason ag'in' it. A bet,
ter hearted young woman than Sally there
is not in this world Niver you heed her il
she looks at thee 1t will be your beauty
that fetchcs her eyes and nothing else; fo,
this is house of call, and them who kapes
such houses soon loses all curiosity. You
shall breakfast and then lie down for mos
sci O. Sleep Why, my dear, what beautiful
hair is yours IT'S like putting ones hand
on feathers, and just the color o the hair o
some of them drawings ye see on church
windows when the SUN shines through
them"
This bit of praise was provoked by her
gentle removal of Jenny's hat; then she
Slipped the shawl Off the girls shoulders
and l,nelt down to take Off her shoes and
chafe the little feet.
Grief and fatigue are by no means such
conditions as beauty covets for their physi'
cal gifts; yet it was q question II Jenny's
loveliness was impaired by the whiteness OF
her face and the languid droop Of her eye
lids, and tho mournful set and curve into
which sorrow had twitched the sweetness OF
her mouth. Her hands were folded wearily
on her lap and her wedding ring glistened.
"How kind and good you aro to me, Mrs
Meadr she said. "If ever my darling comes
| DQck TO me, now WILL uo lOFC Civ ci~S' ) Wv
for your goodness to his wife! If I could gel
q little rest first, could eat some breakfast
but, indeed, do not think could swallo"
food now"
"lycll, perhaps ye aro right" replied Mrs
Mead thoushtfully.
Anyways, they'll fit thee, Mrs. Mead" e1
claimed Sally, with her merry laugh, drop
ping the slippers on the floor; land slippers
q poor job if it don't fit loose"
aNow, sec here, Sally" continued Mrs
Mead rising off her knees with ono Of those
Involuntary groans which old folks like hel
will send up over any harsh exercise Of their
bones; "this lady wants some sleep, and III
thank ye, my dear, for the loan OF quiet
room for her, where the drawn blindsll make
her poor eyes think it night"
"If veil come with me, ma'am, I'll leadyou
straight to such u room as Mrs Mead asks
for" said Sally, with courtesy, giving
Jenny the "ma'am" on account of her we'd