The Sully County watchman. (Clifton, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1894, 1888-09-15
A TRUE TYPE,
A Charming Extract from w. ID. Howeli's
Latest Novel.

The air sparkled full of sun, and
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
Mrs. Munger's phaeton wheels. She
talked incessantly. Il think we'll go
first to Mrs. Gerrish's. and then to Mrs.
Wilmington's. You know thempn
''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'tcar at all.
She's delicious creature, Mrs. Will
mington-don'ty you thinkp That large,
indolent nature; Mr.. Brandreth SAYS
she makes him think of tho 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 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.
'She's the only one of the Old Hat
boro' people, so far rs I know them.
who has any breadth of view. Whoa"
She pulled up suddenly beside stout,
short lady in n fashionable walking
dress, who was pushing an elegant
perambulator with one hand, and
shielding her complexion with GRIM
son sun-umbrella in the other.
Mrs. Gerrishm Mrs. Munger called;
and Mrs. Gerrish, who had already
looked around at the approaching
phaeton, and then looked away, so as
not to have seemed to look, stopped
abruptly, and after some exploration
of the vicinity, discovered where the
voice came from.
"Oh, Mrs. Munger!" she exclaimed,
bridling with pleasure at being called
to in that way by the chief lady of
South Hatboro', and struggling to keep
up n digniiied Indifference at the same
time. .Why. Annicrn she added.
"Goodmorning, 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 to see the
principal ladies of your church, and
talk with them about our Social Union.
You've heard about it?''
"Well, nothing very particular"
said Mrs. Gerrish; she had probably
heard nothing at all. After moment
she asked, "Have you seen Mrs. Will
mington yet?"
mo, l haven't" cried Mrs. Munger.
'The fact is, / wanted to talk it over
with you and Mr.. Gerrish first"
"Oh!n said Mrs. Gerrish, brighten
ing. well, | was just going right
there. guess he's in"
"Wcll, we shall meet there, then.
Sorry | can't offer you Scat. But
there's nothing but the rumble, and
that wouldn't hold you aR.n
Mrs. Munger called this back after
| starting her pony. Mrs. Gerrish did
not understand, and screamed, i" IVhdt?n
Mrs. Munger repeated her joke ut
the top of her voice.
'Oh, can walk" Mrs. Gerrish
yelled at the top of hers. Both the
ladies laughed ut their rcpartee.
"She's as jealous of Mrs. Wilmington
as a cat. Mrs. Munger contidcd to Annie
as they drove away; "and she's just as
pleased rs Punch that I've spoken to
her first. Mrs. Wilmington won't
mind. She is SO delightfully."- indifferent,
il really renders her almost superior;
you might forget she was avillage per-
son. Bu; this has been an immense
stroke. don't know" she mused.
whether I'd better. let her get there
first aRa prepare her husband, or do it
myself No; Ill let her. I'll stop here
| ut Gates's."
She stopped at the pavement in
front OF n provision store and a 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
humorous, patient smile.
A Pathetic Story.