The times and democrat. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1881-current, 1886-08-19

she is Mike strangaeld's darter, the Baptist
deacon-him rs talks O. helldre as coolly as
thee takest of thy big gooseberries"
aye dunno say so! Well, now, thought !
whin l see Ter, Missy, I know thy face
What, in the name O goodness and mussy,
brings her to Winston this time o morn2-
and she a wife, as any creature might see
with one eye by her ring, not to speak of her
pale face, poor thing"
us this the room / came or Of! Yes there's
my bonnet. Now, Sally, no word dost thee
get from me till my breakfast is gotten"
said Mrs. Mead, sitting herself down; @and
then maybe I'll make your eyes big, and
give ye secret worth MI that iver you did
hear sin yc left your mammy's breast
Such q promise was sufficient to put
alacrity into q doll Off went Sally, ard in
ten minutes time good repast was smok-
Ing under Mrs, Mead's nppreciative
nose. Yet, though the old woman did good
Justice to the sweet country food, there was
contemplative manner about her,
thoughtful hestancy, an absent glaring at
nothing In particular, the while her old jaws
kept her temples leaping, that indicated
mind in labor.
Mrs. Walker, who breakfasted with her
for company's sake-for her husband mad
gone to Marples and was there stopping
watched her nxiouslya and spoke seldom,
| until breakfast was done; and then Mrs.
Mead with o little thanksgiving to the Lord
for her meal, folded her hands and told Sally
nil about the cause that had brought Jenny
to Winston.
Her story took On hour to relate by the
clock: and when she had made an end, what
had been hot on the table was cold; the sun
had come round into tho window to look at
the prater, and the cool breeze of the dawn
had been smothered in the sultry arms OF
burning morning.
aNow, my DEAR" said she, II want you to
90 upstairs and look at the girl to see If she
sleeps-for how it may be with the wenches
| of this ago know not, but whenever was
! troubled, as young I'm, 1niver could sleep.
Don't come back now and tell me snes
awake. II ye do yell spoil good scheme"
Mrs. Walker went away softly, and, after
| an absence Of five minutes, returned Win
the information that Jenny was in deep
| slumber.
"But law, dear heart alive what beauty
she isl More lovely than q picture! Ane
there she lies, with her left hand ag'ln her
chin, Just as il she had fallen asleep klssin
her weddin' ring. Poor dearie! never liked
the look O. that Strangfeld somehow.
Woods all very we'll to build ships with, but
when see q mans face made OF 1t, 1t don1
seem to take my fancy much"
GSally." exclaimed Mrs Mead, clasping
her hands in her lap, and frowning por-
tentously on her, "can 'ee keep secret'
"IVhy, as niver you could believe or
| married woman"
"What's the true hour for the coach to
Eight o'clock; true as a hair, If there
bain't no accident"
"Sally, I'll tell 'ee what it ls Mistress up
stairs mustn't 80 to Marples. l argeyed WI
her last night when she come to me. It's
only her fear O. the neighbors as makes
shame of her business yet; but II she room
away and come back no more, whatA tne
town thinkl" ~,
dwell, now you speak it, Mrs. Mead, I'll
be plain. II did not hear thee say she DO
married, I'd niver believe it for her laVlng
home" -,
"There,n shouted the old woman, "have l
lived oil these years i the world to be tausnt
wisdom by wench. With might and main
I arceyed, and, like her father, she looked at
me, and that was the good did. told her
I didn't like the business, and would have no
hand in it. Yet, see what good natur' Is,
and what long journeys it putteth old people
upon. But to Marples she'll not 90 with my
leave; and if tho coach don't wake her. she
shall lie till it's gone"
"And what then will ye do, Mrs. Meadf
"What then will do? Ah, an yc would
like me to speak quicker nor I can think
Oh, Sally thou art a cormorant for news!
Stitch Cluttony! Well, WE'LL"
Sally laughed, and looking ut the CLOCK
exclaimed: -,
"If she sleep for another half hour, she'll
not get to Marples this day."
There was q pretty long silence, while Mrs.
Mead reflected
NJ sec what nun dor' she cried out at
last, with great vehemepce. "Her mother
must know where she is-for hero she'll be
all day if she don't wake for the coach; and
thatli be my doo.y. Lot folks speak Ill OF
me, then! Is there iver cart goin' to
Greystone? Thee must find out I'll not
walk it."
"Tut tutl Johnny shall drive ye in the
van. It's big enough to hold thee!" replied
Mrs. Walker
Gro. BE CONTINUED