South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1891-02-13

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The green veilei head nodded ac
acknowledgement, the colone. lifted b,,
nat like a modern Don Quixote aud
the stsge, envelopej in cloud oI
Gust. rolled away toward the bright
ness OF the western sky.
Tue green yelled passenger caueh,
up her parcels. skipped over the stone
stiie with amazing alacrity for go an
parentiy feeble a parsonage and few
IKE a deer across the wooden solitude,
un'il she-cam to a Low, red farm
house. entered a cosy kitchen where
mid lie aged woman was MAXIM
blackberry pies. .
Here's your trumpet all m ended
Aunt Roxanna, SAIL she. Ami
here's the alpaca dress and the three
yards OF faanel and the basket with
the tea and sugar and spices. What
are you going to have for superb
Spring chicken, said Aunt Roy.
anna, in the soft. subdued voice /, ne.
culiar in deaf people. They are ON
The butrry shelf, all dressed and
ready. And baked lotatoes; aud |
calculate TO have them pies ready TO
go into the oven right off,
'SpleudidP said Lutana Hopkins.
II want. one. Of them. And [ must
have the chickens ard that loaf of
gingerbread
La me / said Aunt Roxanna. Is
the girl crazy p --.
+ IFS FOR the schoolma' am, Aunt Rox.
anna, explained Lurana, with her
rosy mouth close to the eartrumpet.
Her beau's father came up from the
train with me in ia ZAdoc Hawley's
stage, and he took me for deaf wo
man, because OF the trumpet, sup.
pose, and talked before me TO his
friend real free. And he's come out
here to surprise the schoolma' am, AMI
Ind out whether she is a good house.
keeper or not. And il she isn't.
he,s going to set himself dead against
the match y ~
Il never heard nothing like it in
my lie said Aunt Roxanna.
And she isn't-you know she isn't
said LuraDa. She just lives in half
OF Widow Skerits's house, and boards
herself on bread aud milk. But she
Is IS sweet as a peach, and people
cant have all the accomplishments
at once
i NO, TO be sure not said Aunt Rox.
anna, her slow wis following Lura-
mas rapid speech wi considerable
d f6cul:y.
And she shau't be cheated out Of
ne7 lover, not il l can help it, said
Lurana, hu:riedly packing the broi!-
efs' neatly wrapped in napkin, into
DER basket, aad supp!ementing them
with loaf Of spicy smelling ginger.
bread, two unoaked blackberry pies,
q pan of biscuit and a glass of honey.
Now, a little canister of coffee said
she, 'and some of those pickles, and
| believe that 10 all. You must hunt
up something else. for suppet.'
And once more Luruna sped across
the fields, crossing a noisy brook on
the perilous spsn of a fallen tree,
picking her way deft!y through the
hammocks of swamp, and reaching
Widow Skeritt's cottage, while the
Blue Station stage, travelling the reg,
ular road, was still good mile and
quarter away.
Alice Alden, the district school
teacher, was just putting the last
stitches TO q blue checkered ginghsm
gown that she was making when La
rama rushed in like a hazel ey ed
wbirlwind.
Quick ! she cried. 'Kindle up tho
FIRE Set the table Your father
in-law is coming =
My father. in law i cried Miss AL
den, aghast.
I'm the stagei' explained Lurana,
breathlessly, 10 take you by sure
prise, and there's no telling bow soon
he will be here
And then. as we'll as she could, she
explained the unexpected combina-
ton Of circumstances.
But, reasoned Alice, i do no.
wish TO deceive anybody, / don't
cook. never learned how
'Fiddlestieks 7 cried Lurana. III
men will make geese OF themselves
We may just as we'll meet them on
their own ground. II would be just
as reasonable for you to refuse Vic
tor because be hasn't learned the black.
smiths trade or can't preach q SER
mon. Wouldn't Is nowP
There's something 10 that hesltas
ted Alice.
OF course there is,' said Lurana.
IL was 8 o'clock at n ght when Col.
Jones received his friend Richmond at
, the HemlOck Hill Hotel.
It's all right, said be. 'All as
right as possible. L walked directly
ia upon her, and there she was pre-
pairing supper. Such broiled chick
ems 1 never tasted, and The coffee
was superb. Thsre wss blackberry
PIE that melted in my mouth and
homemade biscuits &c for king Z
Isn't that q rather an elsbOrate
spread for one person 2 inquired Dir
Richmond a LITTLE credulously.
oh, believe there was some otheI
young woman 10 be with her bul
she turned shy and wouldn't come il
at the last. But she's tho pretIiesl
girl you ever saw, Richmond
The other young woman p
Poor nonsense You know wha
! mesn--Miss Alden herself. An,
think my soni Victor is the luck.