The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1888-04-07

with the dog, because I'm woman.
word riff they call that consistency
Ncvc: mind, I'll pay EN- Il yet, see if
don't"
l.; dint of extraordinary efforts on the
| Fart Of Old jerks. and n liberal appiica-
,.o1 If HE whip on that of his mistress,
tL.-y contr;vcd to reach one side of tic
q 20; huilding just rs the train steamed
away from the Other.
Christine locke ~ and down the
platform. Most OF the passengers had
already started forth in different direc-
tions, lut one man stood there, glanc-
ing up and down the road, will va!ise
in his hand. Il folded newspaper protrud-
ing from his coat-pocket.
Chrissy hesitatcd what to do; then
she rose to the emergency.
"Hallow she cried, In a sweet, hi n
pitched soprano voice. care you thu
gentleman from the city-the NV
boarder2'
He advanced, with a rather puzzled
countenance.
EYES," said he. 'I-"
'I've come to drive you to the cot
tage," said Christine Blessington.
"Jump in, please! Where's your trunk
There's room for it behind"
'My trunk is to be sent by express.
But"
''Oh, very WE'LL" said Chrissy. "Bc
quick, please---the horse won't standw
The stranger cast an amused glance
toward old jerks, who certainly looked
as little like runaway steed as could
be imagined as he stood there, meekiy
balanced on three legs, with his head
hanging down.
"And who are your said he, pleas
antly. zone of the familyr
"Oh, I'm Chrissy---the youngest girl,
you known explained she.
The youngest ehl Are there many
of you1"
Chrissy eyed him with a sidelong
glance.
''He's curious about u.s." thought she.
"Well, that's natural" And she an
swered, complacently:
"Weil, there's Georgia---she's twenty
two. And she's engaged to an officer in
the army, although she thinks l don't
know it. And Kate is twenty, and she's
gong to set her cap for the new princi-
pal of the school. At least she says so.
She's tired of making over old gowns.
and dyeing old ribbon, and keeping
genteel boarders. don't envy the prin-
cipal OF the school," Chri,sy added, Civ
ing old jerks al admonitory touch with
the whip, as he showed an undue in
cinatioa to side toward the entrance of
Bowcry Lane. ''Katc has got an awful
temper. She flew into a passion and
boxed by cars just before started"
"Boxed your cars" repeated the
stranger, REFRESHING a strong inc lination
to laugh. "Why. how old are yous'
''Tm sixteen an a half" said Chrissy,
almost wishing that she had not told
the incident, as the crimson flush rose
up to the very roots o. h.. hair. "And
she ouShtn't to treat me like child! l
wish she would get married and 20
away. should be deal happier with
out her. Oh, oh. there comes a load of
barrels! Old jerks is awfu:ly afraid of
a load of barrels. He always SHES
when he sees olc."
Let me take the rcins," suggested
her passenger
AID presently, under his charge, old
jerks. who. to do him Justice, had
evinced no particular emotion of any
sort. WAS engineered safely past the
rcm full object.
And then Chrissy pointed out the
various localities to him, tod him about
The ghost that was said to wllk in old
Squire Harris deserted house, showed
him the place where fox was shot in
Inc spring. and confiIad 20 him where
70 go if he wanted to find the finest
1utting copscs of the vicinity.
And while she was enla-ging on these
subjects. old jerks stopped slcepily at
he front gate of the pretty B!esslugtoa
cottage.
All the Morefeld heads were at the
Morefield. Jeanette
'lorefield, Susanna Moreficld, and the