The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1889-10-09

along at his side, her round face beaming
with excitement. She knew nothing about
the passing Of time until Bulbs mother put
her head out of the door and called Grossly:
"Yo', Bub, come in an git yo' eatin' dones"
Then she remembered that it must be her
own dinner time and hurried away toward
home, having gained from Bub the promise
OF another peep at the rabbits in return for
an unlimited supply of cookies When she
reached the house Uncle Nose was sitting
TRANQUILITY on the doorstep smoking.
"Whar's dat tobac," he asked sternly, as he
saw that she had no package in her hands.
Laws Jane was thunderstruck. 81
dom forgit it, pop" she faltered at last.
Uncle Nose stood up slowly, keeping Ter
eye transfixed with his stern gaze, and
took her by the arm. She looked wildly
around, but there was no escape, and
Mrandy was nowhere to be seen.
ooh, pop, IL" but she ended in
howl for Uncle Nose produced from some
hiding-place well-seasoned hickory switch
and began TO apply it with scientific direct
ness. ''Now, miss, you ]ist march back de
way yo' KUN, an git dat tobac' afore yo'
hab yo' dinner"
He sat down on the steps and watched
her out of sight He could hear her dole
fulsobs for some time after she disappeared.
"M'randy," he said, weakly. M'randy
opened the door and came and sat down by
him. 'I-I hope dat'll cure her, M'randy
Use afeared didn't do it justiss, but amt
nebber goin' ter WHIP her agn, M'randy 1t
am too wearin on de nerves." All the way
along that hot and dusty road Laws Jane
was considering how she could best re.
venge herself for the injuries to mind anG
body which she had received.
HE hedn't orter a-whipped me fer a
littr ting like dat. Ow my back!" Sudden
ly an idea occurred to her and her face al
most regained its natural cheerfulness.
She would not fill her fathers pipe for him
that night This had been her nightly
office ever since her little fingers were
large enough to hold the bowl. Even when
she had been sick she had reached out her
weak fingers for "Pop's pipe" Uncle
Nose had often SAID that his after-supper
pipe would not be half as much of a COM
fort to him it he had been obliged to fill it
himself. Now, when he should ask for his
pipe that night he should find it empty and
forgotten. Laws Jane chuckled to herself
and was so light-hearted when She reached
home that Uncle Nose was comforted and
began to plan q surprise for her to make up
for the mornings severity; which sur
prise was nothing more nor less than one of
Bulbs white rabbits which the business
like Bub had shown him some time before
Laws Jane did her usual Saturday after
noon work, Strengthened up the little
kitchen, dining-room and parlor, all in one,
set The table, and then, as soon as supper
was ended, mysteriously disappeared. Uncle
Nose seated himself on the step and mused
| silently for few moments, and then asked,
as usual: Bring me my pipe, M'randy."
Laws Jane, listening behind the rose.
bush around the corner Of the house, heard
it and chucked softly to herself. But, after
| all, it was not very much of a chuckle. Some
way she did not enjoy it as much as she
thought she would, and she almost wished
she had filled it us usual.
Ill guess I'll come out an fill it, Is
soon g he finds it's empty" she thought.
But Uncle Nose made no sign that any
thing was wrong. Laws Jane waited few
moments, then crept nearer to see what
was the matter that the mine hung fire.
Uncle Nose was sitting on the step, his
pipe in his mouth. and from it was ascend
ing most glorious stream Of blue smoke.
She had absent mlndedly filled the pipe while
Strengthening up the room and thinking of
her revenge. "M'randy," said Uncle Nose
just at this point, "dats pow full good
chile, dat Laws Jane. She done fergit all
bout dat w'ippin' Civ her dis mornin' an
she done fill my pipe jes ez usual ben
t'inkin' OBJ gittin' her one OBJ Bub Lawson's
rabbits ter pay fer "" Laws Jane with
drew behind the rosebush, her shining face
extended in broad grin. "'Pears like
dat w'ippin' didn't do me no HARM" she
thought, humorously. 81 hev got pow'ful
poo mem'ry sometimes"
KATE A. BRADLEY.