Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1890-09-18
A BOOMERANG.
Mildred Is Edited by the Echo of
Her Own Words.

Dy the gaunJeSG. most 1il-IaVOreu OF AMI
mails. Mildred and Joe, standing side
by side in the dining-room window, had
been idly watching its laborious progress
up the street. and freely commenting
upon it.
"You could study anatomy from tn
horse, just as he stands" said Joe. -,
walks, if you choose to call it that"
81 think it is meant for it, but it is
not a perfect imitation. Do you sup
pose this is a pleasure excursion?"
Il don't see what else it could
not very pressing business | shou
say"
81 always thought" said Mildred
with compassionate shake of her head.
that to be carried about in just tn:
style Of conveyance would be violer
death to every last grain Of pomp ar
vanity that any one had in their coz
position. But | must say that ms
imagination never stretched so far
that horse. 1t is a degree beyond
worst fears"
Stretching is very good word
its peculiar gait" said Joe, patroniziI
ly; land, by the way, it looks as il
meant to stretch no further than O.
front door just at present; though
have to steady your eye pretty wei.
tell the difference between when
moving and when it isn't"
1t soon became apparent that Joe
right, and in the suspense of the n
ment, all connected talk was above
fall through. And first there eli
cautiously down from the highs
vehicle, ''crab fashion," as Joe obs
in passing-an elderly woman
Astonishing amount of short hair
over her forehead, great, owl-likt
tacles, with pure gold" rims, Joe said,
| fat, rosy cheeks, and cheerful
nance. A girl of fifteen or there
| followed her, and stood waiting
gate while the other tied the 5rso
the post.
''Who on earth" began Nj
then stopped with gasp Il r.
''Joe, my dear boy, they are those Perk-
ms, Pensioners of uncle's, and they
have come to spend the day, whole
long, exhausting, improbable day.
They will not leave this house till sun.
down, ,narl. my words. And oh, to
think of all meant to do"
'You will have plenty to do as it is,
if occupation is all you want Making
conversation by the wholesale, question
and answer, and every thing else, and
| keeping at it for ten hours at pull
does not leave you much leisure. Mean.
time, will bid you good-morning; you
know really must go on that errand
| for father"
"What is the use of getting up early,
thought poor Mildred, as she listened
| disconsolately to the front door, then
the parlor door open and shut, land
being as brisk and industrious as you
know how about all of your everyday
chores, in order to clear space to &C
complish something in, and then have
your space all crowded up with Per-
kinses."
MRS. Perkins and her daughter from
Little Rum" announced Joe from the
doorway, cap in hand. Mildred, you
asked them to come to see you last sum.
mer; heard you. And suppose they
thought you meant it"
VERY likely" said Mildred, snap
pishly, 81 can't account for it in any
other way. But things being your own
fault does not make them any more
welcome"
"Well," suggested Joe, who was a
good-natured fellow and sorry for his
sisters disappointment. couldn't you
put them down under the head of pri.
vate charity, and consider them a visit
alton from the Lord? Would not that
fatten their welcome little? And by
and by I'll be back and make them
some delightful observations of my own
on the state of the weather and the
crops, to help along"
Mildred received her guests with
what grace she could muster, and in q
very short time they had laid asid c
their bonnets and wraps, and were es
tablished for the day.
81 never once thought O droppin' in
on you like this, till l was coverin' W
the kitchen fire last night" said Mrs
Perkins, smiling genially over the tor
of her spectacles and her flashing knit
ting needles. "Then all of sudden il
( COME 10 Li1S tIldb ILLS HdS OyLfy ,
day, and it give me such turn to think
l had so nigh forgot, that | said | mus
think out some special nice treat fol
her." And this time she smiled fondly
over at her daughter, that limpish. in
animate object" as Mildred called hel
| in her much tried mind.
''You see," Mrs Perkins went on
while Sylvy watched the people in The
street with an air of utter disconnectior
with the subject in hand, Il couldn'
ever have left 1T to her to think any
thing at all about it. She's so took "
with looking after other peoples want:
and notions that she hasn't got any time
to remember her own. That's the sor
she is"
SIS she, indeed?" said Mildred. 'Its
a very comfortable sort for the othei
people"
You are right" said Mrs. Perkins
heartily. And SO | thought turn
about was fair play. and though l hat
a good bit of work laid out for thii
morning
$50 had L" moaned Mildred inward