Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-06-07

 Bar Emmer had lately traversed in scornful triumph
 "I'u jest fetch Mis- Crabtree long," schemed Rosy, "an' make dat chiles so 'shamed O herself she can't stan up Comin' to picnic 'thout askin' her missusl Oats 8 pretty howdy! Yes, sirl I'll fetch Mis- Crabtree right up to whar dat gals a-settin' on de ice cream benches, an I'll yell out so's Grlfhth's boy kin heah: You, Sar' Emmer! Heah comes ole Mis- Crabtree vii de switch after you all! Better gitr" And here Rosy doubled herself together in paroxysm of joyous anticipation. My! won't dat wool O CTS scrunch all up to nothin'l 1 allus did hate dat chile eber sence she come out in dat red jersey, wi de loops hitched on behindp
 And at this Rosy brought up, breathless, at Mrs. Crabsree's gate, and lifted the latch with eager fingers. Mrs. Crabtree was look ing out of the window with fretful expres- sion of countenance.
 Mrs. Crabtree rapped imperfously on the window with an ear trumpet, from which foated a 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 roada Been to your house, has she?"
 Rosy shook her head slowly; the treat be- fore her was too appetizng to be hurried over
 Didn't yo' have no one to help yo' skin yo' tomat's, Mis- Crabtreew she screamed, con- passionately, into the trumpet. "Why, dats deysilves 'thout thinlin' bout deir work! YO' say Sar' EmYner's gone OutT
 ''Where did you see herg' she demanded.
 Rosy drew 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 Griffith's sto'; settin' on de ice cream benches, an f1irtin' dem skyrt 'provers roun' like she was de 'Pisc'pal preachers wife! 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 structionr'
 Fetch me my sunshade, child, ," she gasped, "and my Leggurn hat. Corner-shelf-clo off settin' room. To think should be beat by that minxi"
 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. "Iu see yo' safe dar."
 Mrs. Crabtree sailed majestically out of the door. Retribution always overlook such sinners 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.
 "Hear 'em7' 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 about her, as Rosy observed, and the "boy fum Grifhth's sto' was partially eclipsed by later corners from the settlement known as Cat Swamp.
 ''Shl 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. Clytemnestra could not have felt unlike Rosy, poised on tptoe, with restraining hand on Mrs. Crabtree's thread gloved fn- gers. Sar' Emmer had disposed of her ice cream, and was now discussing plate of SAoLioS "hiC4 oA0 AC1O III AcI AolU uduo3 ACA little finger curled outward. A bouquet, ad- miringly bestowed, lay in her lap, and gave an arrogant kink, so Rosy thought, to every l thread of her drawn up hair. She wore a collar of the cardinal linen then in vogue, l and which had been an object of envy to | Rosy ever since its advent week before. | This, the latter determined, should be the l point of attack, and she instructed Mrs. Crabtree accordingly in pantomine. First she drew off the thread gloves from the old 1 lady's hands; then she took the sunshade, and pointed the crook cautiously in the di- rection of Sar' Runners collar; then she made claws of has own slim hands, and showed Mrs. Crabtree how the thing was to be accomplished. 1t 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," when Rosy uttered an unearthly shriek of "Now, Mis- CrabtreeI" 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.
 l "Oh, you mlnx!" Quavered Mrs. Crabtree
 Claw, Mis- Crabtree Whar'd you come fump' faltered Sar' Emmer, with rust of "collicks" and ''green tomats' to hel memory. "Law, Mis- Crabtreel" But words were not so ready with Sar' Emmel as they had been at home in the curran1 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' Emmer's face, whicl was gray with terror. 'Throw away tha flower bokay, and come straight along home with mel Judgment day comin' ane you fyin' in the face of itl"
 She turned to Rosy. "You've done th' work of a missioner this day, and l ain above rewardin' you. Here's cent. You'r good little nigger, as I've always heard tel of you"
 Rosy, with the elation and satisfaction O "missioners" of her sort, accepted the cent gloated for moment over poor Sar' Elm mer's predicament, and started home wei pleased with her share of the days jubilee.
 Yet, strange to say, this emotion did no last, and by bedtime Rosy was anything bu .c