The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1888-09-22

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&&A> HEN Angel awakens mex
GHH||h morning, the first suDbesms
eS44xlblE are playing hide and seek or
WsSlSNSzS her pillow. All the world
>sssIsss sSIsss without is full Of bird music
and the morning glorles, nodding their
fresh, wet faces in at the window,
seem instinct with new life. She
does not try to analyZs it all, is
hardly conscious of this new gladness
within which makes her feel light and
the breath Of the dewy June morning
fiue rs old wine. She is in no hurry to
quit.ler room even though break fast is
over, she knows by the rattiing OF
dishes, and mammy's heavy tread to
aud from the Kitchen, but throwing
wide her shutter, with its clinging
burden of lnorpiDg glories, she leans
out, her THAN red head blaze of
glory in the sunshine.
At the sound of the opening shutter,
Pau, Westlake, who is just in the act
Of mounting his bicycle, glances up.
neither happy nor smiling. He takes
off his cap to her, balancing himself
on his wheel, and looking uncOm~
tslOuly WeII lAo "uiNe II Oul-
form Of the "wheeimau."
s'1 am OFF for Il days outing," he
calls up to her. ~ shau't be home to
dinner. Nanny fixed me up smack ,
Az 2ec05r.'
She watches him until the last gleam
of his red Tam is lost among the trees
then she runs lightly out to the kitchen
for her breakfast, which she knows is
kept warm for her.
'.You'se lazy liz gal dis mawnin',"
nanny chides, hurrying about to set
it out for her on the broad, clean wins
dow sill, and stopping now and then
to look at her little mistress with low
ing pride.
"W'at you got on dat wife dress
fub, honey? You dnes look dat sweet
ia it, but Use gistin' too ole to be Il
doin' up wife dresses fuh you jest fuh
ev'y day"
Augel laughs, and shakes her curls
at nalnmy like rebellious child.
s'You said I was so pretty the other
day, nanny, that you've made me
vain. l didn't use to be that way.
You're to blame for it. Iexpect I just
put it on to get you to praise me.'
The old woman is secretly flattered,
hut she shakes her iurbaued head with
great show of disapproval.
The morning iengthens and meltows.
II is such u lazy day that the poppies
drop their great crimson heads as If
half asleep.
Angel climbs out of the low kitchen
window and drops easily to the ground.
Watching those p0ppies now she has
taken fancy that they will look pretty
in her white dress. She Wanders out
into the sweet, old fashioned garden
and has gathered "A great bunch of them
which she is fastening in her belt when
nanny, glancing our, sees her bare
headed in the hot sun.
"Lawd, Lawd, dat chile! She amt
nurer gwine larn tur war her bunnit."
Dropping her dish towel she hurries
into the house, and finding nothing
handy but little white sunbunnet
which has seen hard service (iu kicking
about) since Miss Angel first entered
her teens, she calls her to the window.
Obediently Angel comes up to her,
and stands while nanny ties it under
her chin: but her eyes are absent the
while, and il is evident even TO the old
woman that this sudden squirt of obe-
dience has sprung from no particular
moral resolution to s'do better"
She shakes her head as she watches
her pretty figure pass down the walk
towards the gate. She is neither too
old nor too ignorant TO see how things
are working. 1t makes her little
proud to think that IA young man should
come from the great city size has never
seen to fall in love with the baby she
had nursed in her arms.
Presently the rafting of some heavy
vehicle starttes her from her day
dreams. 1t stops at the gate. There
is sharp little scream of surprise and
joy. How many, many times has
nanny heard that same cry, with an
involuntary smile of sympathy.
When she reaches The hall door shs
sees with amaz ,ment that Angel j:
clasped in the arms of young lady
who has just stepped down from thu
stage. She has getty" stamped on he
from her perfect fitting suede gloves t,
the patent leather tips OF her Oxfor,
ties.
"Oh, maumy, nanny" cries An