The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1888-10-04
Squire ruled. Re ps. a. necklace on

Squire ruled. he pos a. necklace on
Bessie, fastening its clasp.
Sallie thought her scrawny brown
mock had never looked so scrawny and
brown. Bessie cast u d%eptlcating ana
a~pologetic smile at her. 1t was to Sal
lies inhamed soul that superior smile
with which success maddens failure
She turned and left the room without
q word. Sallie's RACES were white and
silent. The Squire, indeed, was a rock
on which any foam must be wasted,
and in her heart she dcspised Bessie
too much to descend to parIey with
her.
She was on her way through the par
lOr to her own room upstairs. when
Bob caught her white looks and ran
after her. He held her wrist over the
banister. The boy greatly admired
Sallie, and knowing the history of the
gold beads he sided with her the mo-
ment her lips could form the words.
Nothing, Bobby. Only Uncle Black
burn has taken it on himself to give MY
beads 20 Bessie
because you staid away longer than
they gaze you leave TOP Hang such
Blackburns!' exclaimed the young
~Covington.
Lets get her out and choke her.
Sallie, and take the beads from her,
II shall w speak OF It," whis-
pered Sallle, her eyes enlarged with
wrath. Il would not stoop to ex-
change a word with her.
Il would," advocated Bob "Td give
her Hail Columbia. II you say SO I'll
crowd Uncle Blackburn into the stable
and get the colts to kick him. A
beauty he is, to lay claim to gold
beads"
Sallie smiled bitterly and went up
stairs, and Bob drew back into the par
lor feeling inclined to quarrel with the
children there because they We're this
new sort OF BIackburns.
But he saw opportunity to do II bet
Ter thing. The brief winter day was
by this time So Hear It's close that semi
twilight filled the house. Bessie sat
down before the boX-stove in the par
lor with a couple Of children on her
knees. The remnant Of her company
WIS still outdoors; for whenever Samuel
lured victims Us far as the colts nurs-
cry, he relaxed not his grip until all
his ~granaries, p~ig-pens and chicken
houses were inspected. They would
all come back in great haste TO dis
pcrse. and Bessie meditated some adj
ditional refreshment US y solid kind Of
s~ttrrup-cup
Bob came and leaned Il hypocritical
arm on the back OF Bessie's chair. She
asked him about his books ana school
and he Joined the children IN fumbling
with her gold beads, while responding
with childish frankness TO all her
friendly chat.
Presently the maid came in with the
lighted lamp and Bessie sen her to the
cellar for the evenings mountainous
supply OF apples. The children had
been stringing chose hard vegetable
gIobules with pointed ends, known as
job tears. Bessie shook them out of
her apron upon the little girls laps, as
Sh" rose TO carve pies and cakes for
L,r evening luncheon. The Squire
liked his cup Of hot tea. and if Bessie
was alive to his likes at all times she
was kernly So ut this moment. She
took the tin pail, threw her apron over
her head and ran out into the Dectln-
Der twilight for fresh water. There
was Il smoky glow like Indian summer
in the west, though the ground was so
crisp undcrfOot.
Bob ran out to help her pull down
the wcll-sweep. The chill air bit their
c;Lr+. The long sweep crcaked Us it
bent its stately length to their service.
Bessie leaned over and guided the
bucket, humping from stone to stone,
down the we'll. suddenly there wa a
rattle ON the curb, and directly IA Ii hit
splash in the hidden water. Sh' At
tered IA squeal of despair.
"Oh-grandmother's beads! I've
dropped them in the well,'
Not the bCadS.r' cried Bob.
Yes ] have. They're gone"
MAY be they're in the bucket"
Bessie ceased clutching about her
dismayed throat, and they drew up the
bucket. She carefully poured out all
the water, and searched it.