The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1889-06-29
GERTRUDE'S IDEAL.
He Seemed Remarkably Well In
formed For a Hired Man.

Bob Russell turned over with n
yawn and threw down the paper
whose sporting columns he had been
studying
lie was on the green Cambric-
covered lounge in his Aunt Sarah
Briscomb's cool, dim sitting-roOm He
found il very comfortable after "A
morning Of rowing and bicycling.
Each afternoon OF the five DAYS he
had sojourncd in Wcstlicld had found
him there, reading or shopping.
He had concluded that Wcstfield
was first-class place for summer
vacation when fclow was tired out
with long siege of city newspaper
work.
Aunt Sarah was in the porch. her
p'acid face just beginning to cool from
81 d'"nar getting, and her
Specialized eyes slowly closing
Bob. looking out at her. was falling
into like drowsiness, when phaetOn
pulled up briskly ut the gate, and a
young person stepped out of it, who.
once seen, dispelled the last vestige of
Bob's slecpiness.
He sat up promptly, straining his
eyes for better view.
WELL" Aunt Sarah called out, in
gratified tones. pulling herself back
from the verge Of hog nap, and getting
ready to receive her caller "rmvery
glad to see you, Miss Stone. wasn't
certain you'd come to-day. I've got
my butter all ready, though, and you
can have rs many eggs as you want"
Miss Stone hitched her horse, and
came up the path and took n wide
porch chair.
Bob congratulated himself on its
position. 1t gave him a good view of
the young lady's very sweet face.
''lts SO warm" she said, tanning
herself with stylish little fan.
Bob observed that her dress and her
bonnet were surprisingly pretty for
Westfeld
$50 it's" Aunt Sarah agreed. 81
thought likely you'd stay at your
unclo's and sit out in the hammock
and read or something. It's just the
day for it,"
Miss Stone frowned gently.
I'll never sit in the hammock" she |
said. with pretty seriousness; IL
have no time for it,"
well, therew cried Aunt Sarah,
beginning to laugh; IL forgot all about |
your notions. Miss Stone; or, there, | |
won't call 'em notions. I'll call EN-
principles. You're just as tickled over
the country rs ever?"
Just" cried Miss Stone. smiling
good temperedly.
And you get up at four o'clock
every morning yct?"
And sometimes earlier"
"And you keep on helping YOUR
Aunt Mirandy with the work? You
help get breakfast. and help get din
ner, and"
"And bake-ycs, I've learned TO make
bread, said Miss Stone. triumphant
ly. And MIXED last night; MIXED
real straight. too; only little went
out of the pail"
Aunt Sarah was laughing silently.
And you don't want TO get back
home-sure you don't?n she queried. {
''Oh. no." Miss Stones gloved hands
clasped themselves impetuously. Il ,
never want to see the city again :
never! This is such a lovely lifc-so {
perfect I
You're just the same. sure enough"
Aunt Sarah observed, wiping her I
glasses II rcckoned you'd I
get over 1t. Well, do YOU think lust q
Is much of Hank Grimes as ever?" i
''Oh. our boy?" Miss Stone cri- :
naced, laughingly. Now you know
What ! meant | said he was honest. @
md faithful. and industrious; that he h
lad all the qualities OF gentleman
kept good breeding. and that should 4
refer an energetic son Of toll for a h
usband." said Miss Stone. getting be- d
pink in her earnestness, "to r,
frivolous, tlippant-minded city man;
hey're oil frivolous and fippant. G.
'indedf Miss Stone tapped the agm W