Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-06-05

triumph
 "I1l jest fetch Mis- Crabtree long," schemed Rosy, "an' make dat chile so 'shamed O herself she can't stan, up. Comin' to picnic 'thout askin, her nnissusi Oats pretty howdyl Yes, Eri I'll fetch Mis- Crabtree right up to whar dat gals a-settan' on do Ice cream benches, an I'll yell out sos Grimths boy kin heah: You, Bar Emmerl Heah comes ole Mis- Crabtree WI de switch after you all! Better gitr" And here Rosy doubled herself together in paroxysm or joyous anticipation. ''Myl won't dat woolo hers come downl an won't dem skyrt prov CTS scrunch all up to nothin'l l allus did hate dat chile eber sence she come out an dat red jersey, wi de loops hitched on behindP
 And at this Rosy brought up, breathless, at Mrs. Crabtree's gate, and lifted the latch with eager fingers. Mrs Crabtree was look ing out of the window with a fretful expres- sion of countenance.
 Mrs. Crabtree rapped imperiously on the window with an 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, Rosyr' snapped Mrs Crabtree, "where's that wicked gal that ought to be AASA on the roadi Been to your house, has she7"
 Rosy shook her head slowly; the treat be- fore her was too appetizing to be hurried over
 Didn't yo' have no one to help yo' skin yo' tomat's, Mis- Crabtreef" she screamed, cop- passionately, into the trumpet. "Why, dat's 8 shame, when so many folks is jes ,joyin' deysilves 'thout thinkin' bout deir workl Yo' say Saz' Emmer's gone outT'
 "Where did you see hera" she demanded.
 Rosy drew a long breath and then, expend- ing all of her lungs and venom together, shouted into the trumpet: "She's up to Lumm's woods, carryin' on high wi de boy fum Grifith's sto'; settin' on de ice cream benches, an flirtin' dem skyrt 'provers roun' like she was de 'Pisc'pal preachers wifel She's got you alls 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 'structionI" sl .....---g
 "Fetch me my sunshade, child, she gasped, land my Leggurn hat. Corner-shelf- closet of settin' room. To think should be beat by that minxl" . ...
 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. "Il see yo' safe dar." .......-.-.- H
 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. erabtree too angry and Rosy too happy to speak. --5sssss.g
 Hear 'emg' 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 inverted barrel. She had quite little court fum Grifaths sto' was partially eclipsed by later corners from the settlement known as Cat Swamp. ..e E.-f=F
 'Shl stopln 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 in a careful semicircle outside of the barrel. Clytemnestra could not have felt unlike Rosy, poised on tiptoe, with a restraining hand on Mrs. Crabtree's thread gloved fin gers. Sar' Emmer had disposed of her ice cream, and was now discussing 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 @ collar of the cardinal linen then in vogue, and which had been an object of envy to 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 pantomine. First she drew off tho thread gloves from the old lady's hands; then she took the sunshade, and pointed the crook cautiously in the di- rection of Sar' Enmer's collar; then she made claws of has own slim hands, and showed Mrs. Crabtree how the thing was to be accomplished It 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 clam with relish, was handing back her plate, saying: ''No mo- at present, Mistah Ricketts,, 1" when Rosy uttered an unearthly shriel1 of "Now, Mis- Crabtreel" and Sar' Emmer felt herself seized from the rear as By an averaging spirit and whirled into the face of her accusing mistress.
 Rosy capered with delight.
 "Oh, you minx" quavered Mrs. Crabtree
 "Law, Mis- Crabtreel Whar'd you come fump' faltered Sar' Emmer, with rush of ''collicks" and ''green tomats" to her memory. flaw, Mis- Crabtreer' But words were not so ready with Sar' Emmer as they had been at home in the currant bushes. i'-7 .,-
 Mrs. Crabtree was the first to recover her self. "Where's that shoppin' bag you stole, like criminal thiefp' she demanded, shaking the sunshade in Sar' Emmer's face, which was gray with terror. ''Throw away that flower bokay, and come straight along home with mel Judgment day comin' and you hyin' in the face of itl" She turned to Rosy. "You've done the work of g missioner this day, and ain't above rewardin' you. Here's cent. You're a good little nigger, as I've always heard tell of you"
 Rosy, with the elation and satisfaction of "missioners" of her sort, accepted the cent, gloated tor moment over poor Sar' Em- mer's predicament, and started home well pleased with her share of the days jubilee
 Yet, strange to saa', this emotion did not last, and by bedtime Rosy was anything but . happy child. The days performance had left a bitterness of heart which was like a bad taste in the mouth. It was true that -lsN IA lscN-- IL 4 I~