The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1889-03-30
A DIFFERENCE IN MEN.

"Th,re's such Glff,roncc in men,"
said Carry Vinall
But" sagcly suggested her mother,
''l' ,lls are only skin deep. Ald it it
come5 to that, S,lah B;owa is hand
somer man than Felix Grayion."
"Ah," nodded Garry. "out Mr..
Graydon is SO stylish! Ho wears his
very collar diiT'rcutly-aad look at the
cut of his clo;h,s!'
"Csroline," said her mother. solemn
ly, II have no patienc, with you.
Stand up before me, and let m, look at
you"
Whit for, motherl"
"Stand up, say, and let mo look at
you" reiterated Ms. Vlnal, a shire wd,
elderly woman, with keen blue eyes
and three horizontal wrinkles acr oss
her forehead, and Carrie, much Won
icrin,, obeyed.
''HumphH commented Mrs. Vina,l
after brief survey 80 ark blu, ewes.
nothing much out Of tho common; q
little pug nose, nice teeth. and lot of
fluffy, yellow hair, which would look
tidier if you combed 1t into q fiat knot
at the back of your head. What is
there about you, I'd like to know, that
two young mon ordinarily sensible
should lose their head, about your
Mother, what strange things you do
say" gicsled Garry. shaking back into
her chair cnce more.
"And do you know, child" went on
Mrs. Vinall, that you are playing with
the most important interests of your
lifei There's nothing that can possibly
no so much to you a, good hus band.
Why don't you make up your mind
about it2"
1-don't known hesitated Garry,
biting her pink finger nails.
"Thcn set yourself about knowing"
admonished Mrs. Vinall, tartly. ~
can't live forever, you must compre-
bend, and you've loitercd your way up
In life after such a fashion that you
can't possibly earn your living by your
self. And if you don't marry now,
whilo your good looks last-such az
they arc-Tm surc l don know what
will bacone of you'll
Mrs. Vinali spoke with a roguish
sparkle il her eyes, although her lips
were wrcathed with grave solcmnity.
Garry caugh: up her bonnet and ran
out of the room.
'Tm not going to stay hero to be
lectured any morc," said she, laughing
in spite of herself. "Tll 60 to tho viii
lagc after some more salmon-pink wool
to finish my shawl"
"And you may stop at Bridges"
added her mother, .'and get mo a
package of matches, and half pound
of Oolcng tea, and some cheese"
Tho prcttiSst little creature in the
country" sho added to herself, with
true maternal pride, as she watcle
Garry 90 tripping down the lane; "and
if l could only see her we'll settled in
life l shouldn't care how soon the good
Lord took me away. But l do wish she
would fad it in her heart to fancy
Selah Brown, he's such a good, sub
stantial young man. Felix Graydon
may have citifed airs about him, but
l doubt if, in tho long run, he'll wash
and wear as we'll as tho other one."
And so Mrs. Vinall went down stairs
to her pretty rustic occupation of skim
ming cream, in cool, stone foored
dairy, where the light sifted in through
a screen of quivering woodbine leaves,
and tho milk-pans shone as if they were
made of hammered silver, instead of
commonplace tin.
Such golden. sultry midsummer
day as it was! Who would ever have
that it would change into that
fierce. sudden stormi