The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1890-09-05

mind TO The Watfles.
A keen wind bowling down the
railway cut; cloud of drifting
snow, sharper than needles and
pins and then The shrek of he
train. Wong See adjusted his
clean white tunic and rubbed his
hands.
Supper alice readee," said he.
Missee Cray she got waliles alice
cookee."
"Och, the haythen Chinee p said
Bridget, IN her den behind the tea
and coffee holder, as she scowled
unutterable things at the smiling
Celestial.
The passengers rushed with one
accord for the warm, cOzy. savory-
smelling dining room, for the fame
OF the Blue Gulch wallies had pen
elrated far and wide-when all of
sudden there was an e1clama-
ton, a pause, a confusion.
"What is it p said Thankful,
who, with swift HANDS, was carry
ing coffee and tea this way and
"a gentleman his slipped on the
icy car steps," said Mrs. McCray.
II reckon likely he's broke his leg
or arm or something. Here, Miss
Pennypacker, you come to the wal-
fe irons. III just stop and see
what The trouble IS, McCray ami
never on hand at an emergency.
When the tram had gone, the
hurt passenger lay in little white
curtained room up stairs.
Doctor FELTON, had sci his broken
arm and bandaged his sprained
ankle.
IF you have moderately good
luck" said he, "you need not be
detained more than two or three
weeks. Aud the people here are
very kindly and respectable. They
will make you fairly comfortable,
you'll find" r.
The wayfarer uttered a groany !
but here was no appeal. On all
there was no autocrat like a coun-
try doctor.
Mrs. McCray was kind and
motherly. Wong See, with his
little almond shaped eyes and per-
petual smile, proved to be a capi-
tal nurse; and after a little The
patient got used to his captivity.
"Who is that | hear singing
down stairs at times 2" he asked,
one day.
"Well," )" said Mrs. McCray, "itS
our Bridget. Does she disturb
you? She will keep singing Nora,
My Nora say what you will,
and"
"No, il isn't that how'll said the
sick man with a shudder "lts
some one singing bits out of The
'Trovatore'-liItle sweet trillS and
runs like a nightingaI."
"Oh !" said Mrs. McCray. II
reckon that's Thankful"
"And who Is tbankful?' g
"Miss Pennypacker. My sisters
husbands uncle's cousin, that came
all the way from the State O. Yer
mont TO teach deeslrict school, and
when she got here another woman
had gobbled it up-the sitooation,
| mean"
"Ohr' said the invalid. ayes,
thank you, Mrs. McCray If you'll
put the lemonade pitcher on the
table, can reach it myself ;
The big Michigan rose on The
porch of the Todd farmhouse was
all in blossom when Doctor Lothair
came at last TO make the long
promised visit 10 his friend, DIR.
Jennings.
"But it ain't no use !" sighed Mrs.
Todd 10 Electra, her daughter.
"Ile's brung a wife with him, Pm
told-a bride all the way from Da-
kata Turrltory." i
"Humph I" said disappointed
Electra. "A regular wild Indian,
| guess. But, for all that, I'm sort
o. curious TO see her. Let's 60 III
tonight, mother, when they're
through tea"
SO Mrs. Todd and the squire
donned their best cloihes,a s,and Elec-
ira put on her newest sci of fish
scale jewelry, and they all trudg.
ed over to "Jenningses' house."
when the sun had set and the
whip-poor-wills began to sing.
aWhy, ma, look there y said
Electra. "It's cousin Thankful,
sure's you're born, settin' on the
piazzy, and"
mo, II ain'tw said Mrs. Todd.
"Yes, il isl Why, how on alrih
some she here p
Thankful came running down
the Steps.
aWei. | declarel' said Mrs.
Todd. secretly planning within
herself how 10 avoid inviting
Thankful to the house. "Ihe iur
West seems 10 hev agreed with
YOU. Mercy, how red your cheeks
bel S'pose you took advantage OF
the chance 10 come back East with
Doctor Lothian aud the bride.
Where Is she n
.sTbe bride p Thankfuls cheeks
were redder than ever. "Oh, didn't
vou knOwg lam the bride y
~You = echoed Mrs. Todd.
~Yes. Come in and I'll intro
luca won "a nv husband