San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-11-19

uuse CIT cnTI5'euer sei1c3 She come QUE IN dat
red jersey, wi de loops hitched on behindr'
And at this Rosy brought up, breathless,
at Mrs. Crabtrees gate, and lifted the latch
with eager fingers Mrs. Crabtree was look
ing out Of the window with fretful expires
sion of countenance
Mrs. Crabtree raped imperiously on the
window with an ear trumpet from which
footed black ribbon that looked somehow
unlike any other ribbon in the universe
Rosy obeyed the familiar summons, aglow
with happiness
Here, you, Rosyi" snapped Mrs. Crabtree,
where's that wicked gal that ought to be
here this minute peelin' tomaters' Seen her
on the roads Been to your house, has she"
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 20
tomats, Mis- CrabtreeF' she screamed, com
passionately, into the trumpet why, dat's
a shame, when so many folks is jes 'joyln
ieysilves thout thinkin' bout DER work!
70 say Sar Emmer's gone outF
"Where did you see her'" 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
fun Grifiiths sto'; settin' on de ice cream
benches, an firth dem skyrt 'provers roun
like she was de 'Pisc'pal preachers wifel
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 'struction"
Fetch me my sunshade. child" she gasped,
land 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 "lll go with
yo', Mis- Crabtree," she said an see 20
safe dar"
Mrs. Crabtree sailed majesticalIy out OF
the door Retribution always overlook such
sinners as Sar Elnmer, 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 emf asked the latter at last, as they
neared the woods, and Sar Emmer's voice
doated 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
about her, as Rosy observed, and the hoy
FUN Griffith's sto' was partially eclipsed by
later Corners from the settlement known as
Cat Swamp
"Sh stopl" 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 careful semicircle outside of the barrel
Cfytemnestra could not have felt unlike
Rosy, poised on tiptoe, with a restraining
hand on Mrs Crabtrees 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. 80 Rosy thought, to every
thread Of her drawn up hair. She wore a
collar of the cardinal linen then in vogue,
and which had been an object of envy to
Rosy ever since its advent week before
This, the latter determined, should be the
point of attack, and she instructed Mrs
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she drew off the thread gloves from the old
lady's hands, then she took the sunshade.
and pointed the crook cautiously in the di-
rection of Sar' Emmers collar; then she
made claws of her own slim hands, and
showed Mrs. Crabtree bow the thing was to
be accomplished 1t would not do to shout
the details Of this strategen into the trum-
pet, and Mrs Crabtree silently submitted to
her Instructions, recognizing RoSy}s acute
ness, and trusting herself 10 the latter's 81.
perOr grasp OF the situation.
Sar Emmer, having swallowed the lasi
clam with relish, was handing back her
plate, saying: mo mo at present. MiStah
Ricketts," when Rosy uttered an unearthIy
shrek of Now, Mis- Crabtreer and Sar
Enlmer felt herself seized from the rear as bl
an avenging spirit and whirled into the face
of her accusing mistress.
Rosy capered with delight.
"Oh, you mink" quavered Mrs. Crabtree
Law, Mis- Crabtreel Wizard you come
fumF' faltered Sar Emmer, with a rush
of "collicks" and "green tomats" to her
memory Law, Mis- Crabtreer But
words were not so ready with Sar Emmer
US they had been at home in the currant
bushes.
Mrs Crabtree was the first to recover her
self where's that shoppin' bag you stole
like criminal thief" she demanded, shaking
the sunshade in Sar Emmers face, which
was gray with terror Throw away that
flower bokay, and come straight along
home with mel Judgment day comm and
you fyin' in the face Of itr"
She turned to Rosy. "You've done the
work of missioner this day, and | amt
above rewardin you Here's a cent You're
a good little Niger, as I've always heard tell