Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1891-03-04
THE YOUNGEST SISTER.

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81 don't know how it u.s." groaned
Kate Blessington. "but in our family
things always happen cross-grained"
whats the matter now ?" said
Georgia, the eldest sister, who. with a
blue apron of checked domestic ging-
ham tied around her waist, and her
luxuriant faxen hair, confined in a
red bandana pocket-handkerchief, was
cooking tomatoes for ketchup.
"Why, here have the Morefelds
come to spend the day, and mamma
has just taken to her sofa with an at
tack of neuralgia, and there's nobody
on earth to 60 to the train to meet
the city gentleman. You couldn't 60
Georgia, SUPPOSED" with a faint
CLEAN of hope.
Georgia glanced up at the clock,
and shook her head.
Couldn't possibly" said she.
There isn't time to get ready. Why
don't you send Peter?"
"Peter, indeed He's cleaning the
cistern out. Such figure as he is"
"Then I'm sure, observed Georgia,
81 don't see what you are going to
do"
Couldn't l go, Kate ?" pleaded a
small, sweet voice.
And the second Miss Blessington
became conscious of some one pulling
gently at her sleeve. She turned
sharply round. A tall, rosy girl
stood there-a girl just arrived at the
age where "brook and river meet"
halfchild, half-woman, but infinitely
pretty in both her personalities Sun
burned, dark-eyed, clad in an out
grown. cotton frock, and her hair
braided into one long, gold.gleaming
queue behind, she stood there, with
an imploring face.
"a good idea !" said Georgia, tast-
ing of the bubbling scarlet mess in
the kettle, and adding trifle more
red pepper. "Let Chrissy go"
"But Chrissy can't drive"
"Oh, yes, can!" urged Christine,
the youngest and least presentable of
all the Blessingtons. II drove old
jerks up from the farm yesterday
with load of cabbages. I've often
driven him when you didn't know it,
Georgia"
ooh, you horrid tomboy!' said
Georgia, half-laughing.
But Kate gave little Chrissy a
sound box on the ear. Her eyes
flashed wrathfully.
christine" said she, "I'm ashamed
of you You're a disgrace to the
family. Don't howl now !" as Chrissy
rubbing her empurpled ear, broke in
to an indignant wall "the Moor
fields will hear you. Go quick-get
Oh your hat; and mind you don't
show yourself at the tea-table! Your
frock isn't finished, and your old one
isn't half.decent and besides you III
be needed in the kitchen to wash dish.
es."
The tears dried on Chrissy's eye
lashes at the prospect of driving old
jerks to the station all by herself.
She made haste to pull white
worsted cap over her rebellious hair,
and to scramble into the rather di-
lapidated trap that was waiting at the
door.
Get up, jerks! !" she cried, brand.
ishing the whip with gleeful counter
ance. peter, I'm going to drive to the
station !"
Cali right, miss" said Peter, who,
fresh from the depths of the newly
emptied cistern, was holding old jerks
as if there was any danger of that
ancient steed running away.
"Drive careful past Bowery-lane--
he aPays wants to turn in there-and
mind you keep a tight grip O. the
reins if you meet load o. barrels or
one o them janglin' tin.peddler's wag-
ons."
Away clattered the venerable trap,
old jerks falling into stiff trot like
an automatic horse, and Chrissy fair.
ly radiant with delight.
But Kate oughtn't to have boxed
my ears" she pondered, as the first
citation subsidized. There was nothing
in driving the load of cabbages home.
/ came by the back road, and nobody
saw me. | don't love Kate-nor
Georgia, neither. They're always
laughing at me and making fun of
me, just because l grow so fast and
my dresses are so short. They won't
let me come into the room when they
have company, because I'm only a
child !; and they scold me fos running
races with the dog because I'm a
woman. / wonder if they call that
| consisfencv2 Never mind. TIL nav