The weekly sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1886-1887, 1886-06-10

and at last, after much thinking, she
agrees to lend it, so at half past three
[ begin to dress.
| Ny pink delaine is my best dress
i Belle wore it two summers, and this is
my second, so its very nearly gone,
but its the only decent one | own, so
on it goes, and | loop up the short
sleeves Git has long ones to 60 under
these) with my only jewelry, set of
corals, I've had since [ was baby.
/ Belle says, "what taste, pink and
red" and looks as if she would faint,
but [ don't care for ii trife like that.
| intend to look fine for once, and if
coral jewelry can do it, it will be done
so string the necklace around my
neck too; then | brush my short,
/ thick hair until my arms ache, but it
never does get smooth, and it never
will; it loves to torment me too we'll.
look in the glass and see, a very
sunburnt treckled face, as dark as an
Indians almost, with a pair of pierre
ing black eyes, that Just now look like
Arches dark blue ones, when he
! feels satisfied with himself that is
| nave Tic saint "a Pl eSSlOH
| finally put on my broad brimmed
white hat, with the long streamers,
which used to be Bellies too, and
which mother washed and summed, and
fixed up fo1 me, with some of the rib
bon off her wedding dress Belle says,
''its yellow with age" but it isn't, she
says it because its on my hat.
| dress in such hurry that its only
four when I'm all ready, SO | have
over an hour to wait, which | spend
in looking at the clock, and into the
glass together.
| 90 certainly look awful fine; |
have ON my black slippers, and clock
ed stockings; my lace-mits, and with
Bellies lilac parasol, covered with
beads, which Miss Fontaiue sent her,
| know I'll make a sensation.
| can't wait any longer than half
past four, SO off l start. When L
raise that parasol over me, feel DIS if
something was going to happen to it,
for l never borrowed anything from
Belle yet, that it didn't bring me bad
luck, and still | will keep on borrow
ing.
Oh !, that dreadful afternoon, and
sure enough Bellies parasol at the bot
tom of it all.
As said, at half past four, away l
went in magnificent spirits, and walk
ed so fast, that [ was fairly out of
| breath, when [ got to the gate, and |
know my face was pinker than my
! dress, and I had forgotten to get
handkerchief q always do forget
something.)
1t can't be helped; SO l opened the
gate, and walked up the path. Its
beautiful place the house, with piaz-
zas fancy windows, and doors in ev-
cry direction, and flowers growing in
different spots, all about the grounds.
| can't see why we can't have flow
ers in our front yard, as well as in the
back, but father likes a lawn, and we
would have lovely one, if it was at
tended to, but the grass isn't even,
and its too expensive to hire people to
cut it often. He has to get along
with as little help as possible, to make
"both ends meet
Its tempting place for cows, as
those thoughtless boys of ours are al
ways leaving the gate open, and so
I'm the one to be kept busy all the
time, driving them out, as Toby, Peg
gy's son, is too lazy to move.
AS [ got nearer to the front steps,
something, it looked more like big
yellow cat dressed up, came towards
me; it had yellow hair, yellow skin,
yellow eyes, and yellow mustache.
The hair looked like it had been soap
ed, it was so slick. 1t had on big
watch-chain, big breast-pin, and
big ring which made it look even
smaller than it was. 1t was swinging
a stick, a fancy sort of one, in its
hand, and 1t had little hat, stuck
with soap I reckon, on one side of its
head, and looking like it was ready to
tumble off every minute.
This comical figure wasn't Pierre,
so of course it must be Marie's beau.
[ know / stared, an6 was stared
at. He finished looking first, and
somehow [ felt as if he was laughing
at me, as he came up to me, half skip
ping like sparrow, and said, talking
broken-English like Marie, who forgot
how to talk plain English in six
months, 81 presume dat you are de
Mam'selle Neville, Mees Martyne's
friend?"
said eyes," and asked where she
was?
He said she was making her toilet.
He proposed to me to take seat
SO we sat down on bench, and | felt
if had to be engaged to him, instead
| of Marie, I'd rather die.
TO BE CONTINUED.
sR- Ihis story aoas begun u, No Is Of
the present vola1me of The SENTINEL.