The Southern herald., 1891-09-25


de and Be a1na with Il, WHAT'S de use
tiEln' &c Sd. De TsT We does Ant no
paeasures for Po niggahs, no way,
Nobody keers whedder dey lives o.
dies continued Mamie, as soon as she
had control Of her voiee again.
oh, yes they do, too. NanHis. ] care
very much. I'm sure you must know /
have always liked yoa, and I've helped
you in every way / could, haven't Ig7
''Hes'm, yoH has and I know I IS
Oagrateful eritter 70 be abawlh' away
bout nothin in pettickler. only some
how / seems 50 kinder w0red ont and
heartsore like, tell KANT think Of
nothin' but my miseries.H
Then Mamie arose and doused her
face in basin Of cold water on the
back porch. and came back, trying her
best % smile.
Hazel worked away rapidly, never
stopping till the delicate dressing was
completed and the celery and chicken
thoroughly mixed with IL
Its delieiousl Mamie, ! don't be-
heve we ever made better. Thank you
for helping me so much"
A broad smile oyerspread Nannie's
face al the kind words, and half an
hour later, rs Hazel was taking her
bath, she heard the girl singing 3 gay
negro melody, her sadness apparently
dispelled.
Out in the grassy, shady yard several
hammochs were swung up 70 the trees
and party Of young folks were read
ing, talking or lolling around. as best
suited them. There were Iazers
brother Jack, home from college; and
Herman Alvord, his ehum and room
mate, who had just graduated with the
highest honors and who was sensible
enough not to be spoiled by a large
amount Of money; then there were
Bess and Nettie, Hazers two sisters,
both older than herself; and jolly
Hurdus Ward, who lived next door,
and cousin Annie Moore, who was
making a long visit and who was
gifted with a wonderfully sweet voice
and the most captivating manners.
Hazel sighed softly as she looked al
them from her window.
'sWhat a good time they are having
and how lovely Cousin Annie is in that
becoming, artistic gown! Mr. AlvorC
can scarcely keep his eyes away from
her, wonder if he really loves herr
Sometimes tank he cares more fol-
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 rchec
tion in the mirror, yet a bright pinl
dyed her checks even as she said it
and her heart huttered as she turned
from herdressing case and ran down
stairs.
Mamma, I'm all bubbling over will
a plan, and | want you to please let ms
execute it," She said, bounding into thu
cool sitting-room where Mis-. Duncan
sat darning stockings.
"What is it now, Hazel? A mission
airy box? or Band Of Hope entertain
mcnt? or ="
mo; nothing so great this time, ma
ter Only picnic for Mamie, poor ole
girlp' said Hazel, giving her mother
hair caressing pat
"A picnic for Mamie! What undei
the sun are you thinking of now
daughter?' asked Mrs. Duncan, her face
funny mixture of surprise and con
sternation.
"Only just what l said, mammal
picnic for poor old Mamie, She say
her mother is pining for a sight of the
woods, and her sister is going home
day after tomorrow, SO propose fix
ing up nice little lunch for them, ant
paying their way on the street car out
to the park tomorrow afternoon, 81
they can have a jolly little visit togeth
er, outside of their dingy, hot littl
house"
"But you can't do it, Hazel. To-mor
row you go to a picnic yourself, yol
know, and there would be no one to ge
supper"
"Im not going, mamma. | shall sta,
at home and prepare such nice littl
tea for papa and the boys that They'll
want to send Mamie off every day t
a picric. Now please let me, mamma
I'm so sorry for Mamie, drndging ava
in that hot kitchen from one month
end 10 another, that | shouldn't enjo
myself one bit If / went. have lot
of good times and she has none. ca
afford to give her one little afternoo
of pleasure. Mayn't ], you darling?'
Mrs. Duncan yielded reluctantly, bu
somehow Hazel had a way of carryin
her point when she took a notion t
work for the good and happiness 0
others; so she ran out to Join the ga
group in the yard, her face beaming.
Here comes the commissary. Wha
have you ready for to-morrow's revel,
fair lady?' called out Jack, as she ar
preached them.
"Was the cake a success? and is tn
blanc-mange a transparent, quiverin
mass, almost too lovely to be spoile
even with rich cream?' inquired Cousil
Annie.
''How about the salad? That's wha
/ care for most, said Mr.. Alyord
THAT salad is done, and 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 measured
the coffee, and got the table-cloth, nap
kins and wooden plates ready. Yo1
'see there's nothing like bushes
head on ones shoulders when there's
picnic to prepare for. ] think hav
earned a seat in the largest hammock
and am entitled to the services of a
least one gallant gentleman to fan m
till l recover from the effect of an at
mosphere of ninety-six degrees in tn