The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1888-08-09
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The air sparkled full of sun, and a
breeze from the southwest frolicked
with the twinkling leaves Of the over
arching elms, and made their shadows
dance on the crisp roadway, packed
hard by the rain, and faced with clean
sand, which cracked pleasantly under
Airs. Munger's phaeton wheels. She
talked necessarily. II think wen go
first to Mrs. Gerrishs, and then to Mrs.
Wilmington's. You know them?n
''Oh yes; they were old girl friends. >
"Then You know why | go to Mrs
Gerrish's first. She'll care great deal,
and Mrs. Wilmington won't care at all.
She's a delicious creature. Mrs. Will
mingtOn-don't you think? That large,
indolent nature; Mr.. Brandreth SAYS
she makes him think of the land in
which it seemed always afternoon.
Annie remembered Lyra Goodman
as long, lazy, red-haired girl who
laughed easily; and she could not
readily realize her in the character of
Titianesque beauty with a gift for
humorous dramatics, which she had
filled out into during the years of her
absence from Hatboro'; but she said
''Oh yes" in the necessity of polite
acquiescence, and Mrs. Munger went
on talking.
Shes the only one of the Old Hat
boro' people, SO far as | know them,
who has any breadth of view Whoa
She pulled up suddenly beside stout,
short lady in fashionable walking
dress, who was pushing aa elegant
perambulator with one Land, and
shielding her complexion with Grim
son sun-umbrella in the other.
Mrs. Gerrish!n Mrs. Munger called;
and Mrs. Gerrish, who had already
looked around at the approaching g
phaeton, and then looked away, so as
not to have seemed to look, stopped
of the vicinity, discovered where the
voice came from.
''Oh, Mrs. Mungcr!' she exclaimed,
bridling with pleasure at being called
to in that way by the chief lady of
South Hatboro', and struggling to keep
up dignitied indifference, at the same
time. why, Annien' She added.
''Good-mOrning, Emmeline," said
Annie; she annexed some irrelevances
about the weather, which Mrs Mum
ger swept away, with business-like ro-
business.
1--WE were driving down to your
house to find you. | want 10 see the
principal ladies Of your church, and
talk with them about our Social Union
You've heard about it?"
"WelI, nothing very particular, -"
said Mrs. GeriSh; she had probably
heard nothing at all. After moment
she asked, Have you seen Mis-. Will
mington yet?'
No, | haven't cried Mrs. Munger
''The fact is, | wanted to talk it over
with you and Mr.. Gerrish first
"Oh!" said Mrs. Gerrish brighten
ing. well, | was just going right
there. guess he's in."
"Well, we shall meet there, then.
Sorry can't offer you a seat. But
there's nothing but the rumble, and
that wouldn't hold you aU.'
Mrs. Munger called this back after
starting her pony. Mrs. Gerrish did
not understand, and screamed, !" What?n
Mrs. Munger repeated her joke at
the top of her voice.
''Oh, | can walk!n Mrs. Gerrish
NeliGu 1T lIlc lOJ VI HtIS. DOM lue
ladies laughed at their repartee.
She's as jealous of Mrs. Wilmington
as a cat, Mrs. Munger coniided to Annie
as they drove away; land she's just as
pleased as Punch that I've spoken to
her first. Mrs. Wilmington won't
mind. She is so delightfully."- Indifferent,
it really renders her almost superior;
you might forget she was village per-
son. But this has been an immense
stroke. | don't know" she mused,
whether I'd better let her get there
first and prepare her husband, or do it
myself No; I'll let her. I'll stop here
at Gates's.n
She stopped at the pavement in
front of provision store, and pale,
stout man in the long over-shirt of his
business, came out TO receive her or
ders. He stood, passing his hand
through the top of a barrel of beans,
and listened to Mrs. Munger with a
humorous, patient smile.