The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1890-03-25
HECLA.
What Think You, Was the Name
Appropriated

When Nature made the twins, Lucy
and Sara Knight, she blundered in haste
or carelessness, or was guilty of prac-
teal joke upon highly respectable and
unimaginative parents. Ii was patent
to mother, nurse and visitors that she
had misplaced the infant souls, by the
time the children were six months old.
When they We're grown, it was stand
ing jest in a community just then adj
dicted to 'Pinafore," that the facetious
mother of us all lad s'miXed these
maidens up"
Their twinShip seemed absurd. even
to casual acquaintance. Not a feature
or trick of, tone or manner, betrayed it.
Lucy was tail brunette and Junoesque
s in build. The curl of the short upper
lip was pride incarnate. her deep, gray
eyes had black shadows in their depths;
she bore her head aloft and walked as
queens should: her contralto voice had
a sub-tone of repressed passion, so in
consistent with the trite propriety of her
speech, that people were surprised and
provoked when they could elicit nothing
else. She looked like Medea whose
very Gains were deadly, and portended
tempest. Her family knew her as an
amiable pack-horse, her friends as the
meekest and Shyest of social lay-figures,
conscientious t. a fault, patient to
miracle.
"Tou have no more character than
bowl of vanilla junketr said Sara, fierce
ly, to her one morning. as they talked
over party they had attended the pre-
vious evening.
Most people spoke of Lucy as ''Sara's
sister" despite her superiority in size,
and the fact that she had preceded her
twin into the world by half an hour.
The lesser ruled the larger, as Titania
ruled Peasccd and Cobweh. Sara was
the fairest of blondes, and petite. Her
hair would have been fiaxen but for the
golden glints upon the waves: her eyes
were wide and pure blue: her lips cherry
ripe: her cheeks had the violet flush, at
once soft and clear. one revels over in
the heart of Katherine hermit rose.
From sunny poll to twinkling toes. she
was alive and electric-the sauciest,
daintiest, daringist sprite that ever
turned lovers head and shocked
duenna.
While Lucy sewed now upon long
white seam. her exquisite ly-molded hand
drawing the thread out in slow lengths
with rhythmic regularity. her sister and
sovereign. perched upon the head of
lounge close by, twittered like sun
bleached linnet.
''Milk- and-water is sGUre tdrfqre by
comparison" she continued, nipping and
rending with her pink nails water-lily
snatched from a bowlful upon Lucy's
waShstand.
Dan Hyde had sent them, an hour be-
fore, and the present TRADE Sprang up
from this circumstance.
''Why. just couldn't keep it to my
self another minute. Dan would muir
der me if he knew ! had let out his
secret. He charged me not to breathe
it to nylIody-least of all TO you--yoa
ungratefuL nou-suscephble alabaster
slab He calls you his still: pale angelr /
i don't believe angels veins run iced
glycerine. Lucy Knight if you don't
blush, or prick, your finger, or break
your needle, or do something abnormally
like other people, shall fall upon you.
and tear YOU limb from limb, verify
believe this flower has more human
feeling than YOU. You take the news
that one of the finest fellows in town
loves you to'distraction as coolly as. If
had said; Lacy, do you know that
water-lilies have yellow centersr"
Lucy did not lift her eyes, or intermit
the setting of minute stitches of uni
form length.
81 do not see that there is any thing
for me to say" she answered, in the
deep monotone that never more than
limited at leashed feeling. ''You are
very kind. / am sure, to tell me all the
pleasant things Mr.. Hyde said to you of
me, and he was very kind to say them"
In wrath that would not wait for words
to convey it, Sara flung the maltreated
lily at her. 1t hit Lucy's cheek and fell
upon her "white work" She picked it
up, looked at it as if to see whether or
not it could be repaired, and apparently
deciding that it was hopelessly injured, 1
dropped it into the waste-paper basket,
and went on setting minute stitches.
Sara swung her toe against chair and
upset it. 7 = - r eaz-N
81 don't see what he sees in such a
construction of starch and plaster to care
for" she jerked out. sit did not seem
so prepostereus while be was telling me
in the conservatory-and the band was
playing soft love music-how he had
loved you for three years, and could
never get near enough TO you to init
mate the truth. He looked SO miserable,
and tragic. and nice, that L couldn't
help saying what perfectly lovely dis