Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1891-09-25

Twin at all, de way we does? Amt no
pleasures for POI niggahs, no way.
Nobody keers whedder dey lives or
dies" continued Mamie, as soon as she
had control of her voice again.
"Oh! yes they do, too, Mamie. care
very much. I'm sure you must know
have always liked you, and I've helped
you in every way could, haven't ~"
"Yes'm, you has; and L know is a
ongrateful critter to be abawlin' away
bout nothin' in pettickler, only some
how l seems so kinder wored out and
heartsore like, tell KANT think of
nothin' but my miseries."
Then Mamie arose and doused her
face in basin of cold water on the
back porch, and came back, trying her
best to smile.
Hazel worked away rapidly, never
stopping till the delicate dressing was
completed and the celery and chicken
thoroughly mixed with it.
cts deliciousl Mamie, / don't be-
lieve we ever made better. Thank you
for helping me so much"
A broad smile overspread Nannie's
face at the kind words, and half an
hour later, as Hazel was taking her
bath, she heard the girl singing gay
negro melody, her sadness apparently
dispelled.
Out in the grassy, shady yard several
hammocks were swung up to the trees
and party of young folks were read
ing, talking or lolling around, as best
suited them. There were Hazel's
brother Jack, home from college; and
Herman Alvord, his chum and room
mate, who had just graduated with the
highest honors and who was sensible
enough not to be spoiled by large
amount of money; then there were
Bess and Nettie, Hazel's two sisters,
both older than herself; and jolly
Hurdus Ward, who lived next door,
and cousin Annie Moore, who was
making long visit and who was
gifted with wonderfully sweet voice
and the most captivating manners.
Hazel sighed softly as she looked at
them from her window.
"What a good time they are having,
and how lovely Cousin Annie is in that
becoming, artistic gown! Mr.. Alvord
can scarcely keep his eyes away from
her. wonder if he really loves her?
Sometimes l think he cares more for
Sister Bess, and again think he cares
only for himself and his little mother,
of whom he talks so much. Of course,
it doesn't make the least bit of diff
ference to me-" she said to her rehec-
ton in the mirror, yet a bright pink
dyed her cheeks even as she said it,
and her heart fluttered as she turned
from her dressing case and ran down
stairs.
Mamma, I'm all bubbling over with
plan, and want you to please let me
execute it." she said, bounding into the
cool sitting-room where Mrs. Duncan
sat darning stockings.
"What is it now, Hazel? A mission
airy box? or Band of Hope entertain
mont? or "a"
mo; nothing SO great this time, ma
ter. Only a picnic for Mamie, poor old
girl!' said Hazel, giving her mothers
hair caressing pat.
"a picnic for Nanniel What under
the sun are you thinking of now,
daughter?" asked Mrs. Duncan, her face
funny mixture of surprise and con-
sternation.
"Only just what said, mammal
picnic for poor old Mamie. She says
her mother is pining for sight of the
woods, and her sister is going home
day after tomorrow, so / propose fix
ing up nice little lunch for them, and
paying their way on the street car out
: to the park tomorrow afternoon, sc
they can have jolly little visit togeth,
er, outside of their dingy, hot little
house."
"But you can't do it, Hazel. To-mor
: row you go to picnic yourself, you
know, and there would be no one TO gel
supper"
'I'm not going, mamma. l shall stay
at home and prepare such nice little
tea for papa and the boys that they'll
l want to send Mamie off every day t.
a picnic. Now please let me, mamma
Pm SO sorry for Mamie, drudging away
in that hot kitchen from one months
, end to another, that | shouldn't enjoy
3 myself one bit if went. have lot
of good times and she has none. / cal
)! afford to give her one little Afternoon
0 of pleasure. Maynt l, you darling?"
Mrs. Duncan yielded reluctantly, bu
somehow Hazel had way of carrying
her point when she took notion t.
l work for the good and happiness o
L others; so she ran out to join the ga,
: group in the yard, her face beaming,
Here comes the commissary. VIVA
have you ready for to-morrow's revels
fair lady?" called out Jack, as she APP
preached them.
WAS the cake success? and is tn
e blanc-mange n transparent, quiverin,
e mass, almost too lovely to be spoile,
+ even with rich cream?" inquired Cousin
Annie.
e slow about the saladP That's wha
a care for most" said Mr.. Alvord
u "That salad is done, ana very salts
factory; the cake a success, so are tn
cookies and the Saratoga potatoes an
@ the blanc-mange and the stuffed egg
and sweet pickles and salt-rising brea
# and boiled ham and-and everything
# else. I've even ground and measures
IS the coffee, and got the table-cloth, naT
u kins and wooden plates ready. Yo
see there's nothing like a bushes
t. head on ones shoulders when there's
l. picnic to prepare for. I think l hav
earned a seat in the largest hammocb
> and am entitled to the services of a
3, least one gallant gentleman to fan IN
till recover from the effect of an al
it mosphere of ninety-six degrees in tn
Z. kitchen" said Hazel, laughingly.
Whereupon Jack and Mr. Alvor
IS simultaneously Spranp from their RI