Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1889-09-05

tcrly exhausted to answer her FREE
quent question: Gone to sleep,
Rue?"
It was five o'clock when l was
awakened next morning.
"Rue! Rue It's time to get up.
Here is dress and pair OF shoes l
want you to put on and come right
out with me-"
She would not let me lie minute
longer. and l had to obey; so | slipped
on the gingham dress, which was
surprisingly good fit. and the thick
soled shoes, and folio wed her out into
the garden.
Now, Rue, there is any amount OF
work to be done 'mong the flower-beds.
and I've got to take mornings to do
it in mostly, and l must have your
help. / got these yesterday just for
you to work with. They amt heavy,
and we'd better get right to work for
pansy bed first thing. I've got seed
enough for big one, and they are
beauties. too. You dote on pansies,
you know"
She had opened neat box OF light
garden tools as she talked and now
handed me rake. ! did dote on pam
sizes, and urged on by her example and
CHEEKY talk raked away in the mel
low earth until breakfast time and
went in absolutely hungry.
Day after day she kept up this
course She gave me hardly a min
ute alone and she had me read aloud
to her when wanted book.
81 haven't time aud you mustn't
read much, the doctor says; SO we'll
have to carry it out together" and
she produced "Huckleberry Finn, "
which she alternated with "Rudder
Grange" SO that between the remark
able humorous adventures in the
former and Pomonas performance in
the latter had no time to think OF
love or sentiment except in the most
ludicrous light. Then the fower-beds
needed so much hoeing and scratching
and wedding, and the old pansy bed
opened up in such marvellous beauty
that began to Re quite worried for
fear the now one would not rival it
so renewed hoeing and weeding hat
to be kept up. had to keep on my
thick shoes, for it was supposed tha
the dog had carried off one of my
slippers, and my hammock came tt
grief and uselessness by the calf''
chewing a big hole in it; so tina
really was obliged to do nothing bu
work out in the garden day after day
= and how my flowers grew!
My pansies outrivaled the old ones
and forgot every thing, even my at
inity, in the delight of watching fo
the new faces which peered up at mi
from the velvety blossoms, and | wa
too tired when night came to mool
over myself, much less any Arabell
or Ethelinda, so sound sleep visited m
quickly.
About the time I reached this stat
and could outrival Aunt Becky i
dressing and reaching the flowe
) garden in the morning, she found tim
| to fix up her own bedstead and leav
, me to my privacy again.
, 1t was late in the fall when she sal
to me one day:
We'll, Rue, do you think you'lllas
7 through the winter?'
Last! Why, Aunt Becky, 1 wouldn'
do any thing else for the world!" wa
l my convincing ans wer, for it actual
: struck pang to my heart to think {
dying.
"Well, l guess your folks want
see you home by this time" and HON
!, | went, Aunt Becky with me.
They we're all ready to receive me-
i with pillows in the carriage an
tender, sorrowing faces; she had dor
y all the corresponding, as l did nj
o like to write letters, and had done
as she pleased. So. when l rushed
II upon the family with my red cheel
l. and face as brown as a gypsy's, the
could not have been more astonished
D; | had risen from the dead.
d II said you could cure her II an
( body couldn' father exclaimed, in d
N light, that night.
st "But what did you give her, Becky
" my mother anxiously asked.
RS "Toolsr' was her sententious a
oi swer.
"What!"
d. '.Tools-rake and hoe and spade al
:" trowel!-gingham dress and thic
soled shoes;-took away the GLOW
n and pencils she was eating till s.
looked like tallow candle;-hid h
love-sick stories and death-wishin
,u for poetry and gave her something
ul laugh at instead-let the calves eat
| her lazy hammock and broke doy
- my old bedstead so't she couldn't
alone minute to cry and take on ov
e. her sentimental fol-de-rol;-turn
II her right out into the open air a
he let the sky and the breeze and the flo
ers help me out in it. !"
WAS that all, Becky" Mother W
d. so surprised that she could not fl
ep any thing else to say.
on Wasn't that enough, as long as
cured her?"
"And do you mean to say that s
au was not going into decline at all
TO mother urged.
YES. and no. She hadn't any d
we ease that's down in the books, thou
| don't know what eating that st
Ike would have done in time. But s
I'VE was declining fast into a foolish. ser
ire mental, romantic simpleton, with
The her ideas of love and heroines q
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