Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-08-31

and frowzy feathers. Her hair, which was
| beautiful auburn, was very curly and
hung all around her face and shoulders IN
100 little springy curls; altogether sne
looked like the fgment of demented
brain. She had an honest weather-bleached 60
face, with big freckles on it. and pair of
blue eyes that were positively appealing In
the simplicity and wistlul directness OF their
gaze.
On the other side of me sat girl. about
whom the only evidence of being very mucn
dressed up was a pair OF heavy woolen
gloves, frayed at the finger ends 50 as to dis
play the thick lining, and trimmed at the
wrists with black fur. 1t was, as said, q
warm day, and she perspired freely; but
like somr of her more favored sisters, sne
suffered smilIngly for appearance sake, and
mopped her streaming face with ostentatlous
fourishes Of the black fur.
GAME LITTLE GIRL.
1t was the last day of the association and
quite late when got there; preachin' was
soon over and then there was some singing,
some recitations Of experience, and finally
small girl of or years, after much audi
bic and visible urging, went slowly out onto
the floor and began to speak piece.
She was game-clear game-for though
she shook all over with stage fright, and the
big drops Of anguish rolled down her face,
she began in very loud, rasping voice her
piece, which was all about "Gentle as
Dove" She had a short, fat little face,
with high cheekbones, small bright black
eyes and bright red cheeks, and was alto
gether quite cute looking, like diminutiye
s9uaw. In spite of her nerve and her de-
termination, breath and memory began to
fail her, the big voice faltered and grew
lower and lower till you could only hear oc-
casonally, in husky, hesitating whisper,
"Gentle as a Dove" At this point her
mother giggled out in a nervous, embar-
rassed way.
The child's face crimsoned, the little
black eyes snapped with rage and she
bawled out: cav, blast it'll knowed ye'd
laugh at mel" and tore down the aisle, out
the door, and away toward home, amid
guffaw from the men, and sort of demure
and subdued staggering among the women.
THE CLOSING SCENES.
'Meetin' broke up presently with q dis
cussion as to where the association should
meet next year. 1t was finally decided, alter
some rather spirited argument that the
Snow Creek neighborhood, out on Lily
Branch, was the best place, whereupon an
old woman sitting near me, who had cham
pioned her own settlement on Big Rock
Creek as the next meeting place-an old
woman with a prominent forehead and
loug, sharp chin-said spitefully.
Lilly Branch, hey? An them Willises
III have ter putt tn OIL ewes legs on naow
ter bile ter have 'em done Ter ther folks, time
O. meetin' mex ye'rp'
Phebe Willis was here at Spruce Line to-
day. SHAY heerd bout OF Mis- Cannon's
talk, meetin' yistiddy," said Phebe, "an'
she done sent 'er word by Gus. Gyar't what
cyar's the mail. Yes, an she wanted her
OIL dish lace ter putt the meat in, airter hits
done"
From which you will gather that not the
lack of railroads. telegraphs and other means
o, rapid transit and communication, oil
fashion books. Tea parties and advanced ed
ucational facilities, can hinder the exchange
of feminine amenitiesl
ALICE MCGOWAN.