The Opelousas courier., 1890-11-08

, on the edge Of a bank, pensiyeIy looking
| over. I waited a moment and then
| shouted in return ttHulioal Where are
you? What Go you want2'
ssDowa the bank. Come over here"
was the answer.
My first glance down the steep ledge
explained the cows interest IN the sltua-
ton. There, &c The bottom Of the raviae
in an intentionally cramped position,
lay the smallest specimen of q brindled,
bossy calf I ever saw. By the side OF the
calf stood a boy-very freckled, very
ragged, and some two years younger than
myself-stasing at me with a wonderfully
disguised EXPRESSION.
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hes pretty well tuckered out. Brindle
hid him in the bushes, / s'p'ose, an ne
turnbled in"
hesitated. Cd Brindic seemed to
divine the situation, and looked at me
with pleading eyes. But ] should be
sure to get my clothes torn sosneway, and
then Aunt Ann would talk about black
sheep. ord help you myself, il it
wasn't for my dress,"I said regretfuliy,
| with q glance at the rufass and fril!s.
But the red-haired boy did not seem
10 be impressed by my kind intentions.
He looked at me aad grirned. "You
help" he ejacuiatsd 'Huh! You
:ou.dn't climb down here, to say noshin'
Of gittin' back"
Dress, gloves EibktseHs, weFe Of 10 az.
.ount after that The next moment ]
was serarnbling down the almost perpeu-
dicuiay path. ! would not have owned
It for the world, but it was harder work
Than / had imagined. scratched my
bands, and tore my shoe, caught my
dress on 9 twig, and nee missed my
footing, and lust escaped rolling to the
bottom. But the descent was accom-
plished at last, and in a way that COM
pelled the admiration OF the boy with
ed hair, who said II beat any girl he
ever see, an il I'd jestgivc him my hand
once in o while on the way back, he'd
remember it OF me-"
ItainkSwe were an hour getting that
calf up the bank; but 1t certainly was
cot my fault. ] tore so many little three
:ornered holes in my dress that I gave up
irving to count them; clambered up the
steepest places on my hands and knees,
and was not a bit discouraged he,, like
the frog IN the well, we climsed up ona
step and slipped back two. broke my
parasol, jamned a silver i'd my finger,
and lost my hair-ribbol, But the cali
uas placed on solid ground at last, Old
Brindle was pleased, and, in that first
dush Of victory, I felt that / could afford
10 forget those little drawbacks. The
red-haired boy regarded me rather pity,
tngly as he said good-by.
u.Miss White's2 Is that where you're
goin'a There It's, right down to the foot
81 that big hill. I'm ever SO much obliged
to you Q b calf, miss, but It's too
bad YOU rot mussed up So"
Five minutes later . servant had ush'
srsd me in to wait .'tlll tbs missui
came tSome one to see Miss White OF
important business heard her explain.
ing outside. "a beggar-girl, / guess
NBeggar-grl," indeedl Bat just then
[ happened to glance IN the large mirror
opposite, and sank back in the chair, fol
once, actually frightened. / had known
that my dress was torn, my hair froysy
and my gloves stained; but the laYl.
edge had NOT troubled me much. ! was
not Milly, and dress woaldn make much
difference with a black sheep. What ]
had not known was that a smear of mud
reached from my moss crossways to my
ear; and, worse yet, the rent IN my shoi
had extended 10 my stocking, leaving ex.
posed considerable part of a very muddy
foot. What" ] thought, spriDging te
my feet-.what if / should spoil tht
chances Of the rest Of the family" Be
fore I could decide whether it was best e
rup, OF stay and brave it out, the dool
opened and Aunt Augusta came Z and
then my last faint hope died away Sh'
was 50 tall. so dignifed, and-so neat
ooh, Mily, MiIlyi" 7 balanced mysel
on one foot in a desperate endeavor Il
conceal the ragged shoe, and told ny
errand with a courage born of despair
II have brought you the money for a Gov
- thirty dollars-from Mr.. Moses Smith.
= She looked at me, surprised. Eyes,
thank you. will give you a receipt,
But, pardon me, / do not seem to recog
nize you. You are
The air seemed full Of voices, each ont
shouting louder than the rest: .BlacA
shespln "a black sheep aBlacl
sheep, aud always will bein
ri am Mrs. smiths niece" ! STAN.
mered.
WHAT Not one OF George Lamp.
sons childrena' Their. syas certainly |
good deal OF surprise in Her voice, and
felt that now, for the credit Of the famil.
an explanation must be given. But sht
should never know
g. should not have come looking thi
way / began, ia my most dignifet
manner winking hard % keep back Is,
tears. sBut ! stopped to help . litti