Wichita eagle., 1888-08-03

| at Mrs. Crabtree's gate, and Lifted the latch
| with eager fingers Mrs. Crabtree was look
| ing out Of the window with frerful expires
! sion of countenanca
| Mrs. Crabtree raped imperiously on the
window with en- ear trumpet, from which
| foated black ribbon that looked somehow
| unlike any other ribbon in the universe
/ Rosy obeyed the familiar summons, aglow
with happiness
Here, you, Rosy~ snapped Mrs Crabtree.
"where's that wicked gal that ought to be
here this minute peelin' tomaterss Seen her
On the roadf Been to your house, has shesr
/ Rosy shook her head slowly. the treat be-
fore her was too appetizins to DO hurried
over
Didn't yo' have no one to help yo' skin yo'
tomat's Mis- Crabtreer she screamed, cons-
passionately, into the trumpet why, dat's
shame, when SO many folks Is Jes 'joyin
deysilves thout thinkin bout der work!
Yo' say Sar' Emner's gone out"
Where did you see herf' she demanded
Rosy drew long breath and then, expend-
ing all Of her lungs and venom together,
shouted into the trumpet: "She's up to
Lumms woods, carryin' on high VII de boy
fun Griffith's sto; settin' on de ice cream
benches, an firtin' dem skyrt 'provers roun
like she was de 'Pisc'pal preachers wifei
She's got you all's shoppin' bag, too, an'-oh,
law, Mis- Crabtree! yo' better hurry up an
ketch dat chile fore she gets any furder on
de road to structionl"
"Fetch ME my sunshade, child" she gasped,
"and my Leggurn hat COrner-sheif-closet
off settin' room. To think | should be beat
by that mink"
Rosy, returning with the hat and sunshade,
adjusted them tenderly, and took the out
ragged mistress by the hand "I'll go with
yo', Mis- Crabtree," she said. "Iu see yo'
/ safe dar."
Mrs. Crabtree sailed majestically out of
the door, Retribution always overlook such
sinners as Sar' Emmer, and she and Rosy
would be retribution. They marched along
the road in silence, Mrs Crabtree too angry
and Rosy too happy to speak.
Hear 'emi" asked the latter at last, as they
neared the woods, and Sar' Emmer's voice
foated recklessly out above the others
But, unhappily, Mrs Crabtree never heard
anything, SO that Rosy missed this phase of
the entertainment Presently, however, they
came within sight of the jewellers, and there,
swinging her heels in anything but ''growed
up" fashion, sat Sar' Emmer on the top of an
about her, as Rosy observed, and the ''boy
fun Grifith's sto' !" was partially eclipsed by
later corners from tho settlement known as
Cat Swamp.
''Shl stopr" muttered Rosy, her whole soul
impressed with the dramatic possibilities of
the situation She and Mrs Crabtree were
coming up from behind. The victim sat with
her back to them, the skirt improvers spread
IL L. -
Clytemnestra could not have felt unlike
Rosy, poised on tiptoe, with restraining
hand on Mrs Crabtree's thread gloved fin
gers. Sar' Emmer had disposed of her ice
cream, and was now discussing a plate Of
clans, which she held in her left hand, her
little finger curled outward A bouquet, ad
miringly bestowed, lay in her lap. and gave
an arrogant kink, SO Rosy thought, to every
thread of her drawn up hair She wore q
collar of the cardinal linen then in vogue
and which had been an object Of envy ts
Rosy ever since its advent a week before.
This, the latter determined, should be the
point of attack, and she instructed Mrs
Crabtree accordingly in psntomine First
she drew off the thread gloves from the old
ladys hands; then she took the sunshade,
and pointed the crook cautiously in the di-
TectlOu OF Oar EtuulerS collar, CneQ Sl6
made claws of her own slim hands, and
showed Mrs. Crabtree how the thing was to
be accomplished. 1t would not do to shout
the details of this strategem into the trum-
pet. and Mrs Crabtree silently submitted to
her Instructions, recognizing Rosy's acute
ness, and trusting herself to the latter's su-
perior grasp of the situation.
Sar Emmer, having swallowed the last
81 ,,-itb Itch hon L,n La~
plate, saying; mo mo at present, Mistah
Ricketts," when Rosy uttered an unearthly
shrek of Now, Mis- Crabtree" and Sar
Emmer felt herself seized from the rear IS oy
an avenging spirit and whirled into the face
of her accusing mistress
Rosy capered with delight.
"Oh, you min1I" Guavered Mrs. Crabtres
"Law, Mis- Crabtreel Wizard you com.
fumg' faltered Sar Enmer, with rush
of "collcks" and ''green tomats" to her
memory. Law, Mis- CrabtreeT But
words were not SO ready with Sar' Emmer
as they had been at home in the curranl
bushes.
Mrs. Crabtree was the first to recover her
self Where's that shoppin bag you stole,
like a criminal thiefT she demanded, shaking
the sunshade in Sar Emmer's face, which
was gray with terror Throw away that
flower bokay, ard come straight along
home with mel Judgment day comm and
you flynn in the face of It'll"
She turned to Rosy. you've done the
work of a missioner this day, and | amt
above rewardin' you. Here's cent You're
a good little niger. as I've always heard tell
OF YOU"
Rosy. with the elation and satisfaction of
''mlssiOners" of her sort, accepted the cent,
gloated for a moment over poor Sar' En-
mer's predicanent. and started home well
pleased with ner share of the days jubilee
Yet, strange to say. this emotion did not
last, and by bedtime Rosy was anything but
q happy child The days performance rad
left bitterness of heart which was like
bad taste in the mouth 1t was true that
she had brought Sar' Emmer's pride to the
dust, but IL was also true that she had
brought her own reputation OF being good
little ulg2er" TO about the same level Rosy
did not need to be told that her conduct for
the past twelve hours had not been good"
Fury and hatred having had their way, now
turned and reproached her.
"Wish't I'd let her lone, she repined can |
dat time was gone to fetch Mis- Crabtree !
might a been teeterin' on do board Wish /
dat Sar' EmIner was In Guineai" and in tbs
frenzy OF her remorse Rosy even went SO far
as to throw the cent which Mrs. Crabtree /
had given ner out of the window in the mari 1
gold bed below, a spot which was ever after I
haunted by her with scoursins recollectona !
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