Telegram-herald., 1891-08-25

NOBODY keers wnedasr d-y lives or
dies continued Mamie. ss soon IS she
had control Of her voice again
'-ohl yes they do. too kannie- Ieare
very much Ina sure you must know I
have always liked you. and I've helped
you ia every way could. haven't I7'
sYes'm, you has; and | know l is
ongrateful critter 70 DC abswiin' away
bout nothin in pettiekler. only some
how l seems so kinder wored out and
heartsore like. tell kain't think OF
nothin' bat my missrie&
Then Mamie arose and doused her
face Ia 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
.'It's deliciousl Mamie. don't be-
lieve we ever made better. Thank you
for helping me so much"
A broad smile overspread Nannie's
face st the kind words. and half an
hour later, as Hazel wss taking her
bath, she heard the girl singing a gay
negro melody. her sadness apparently
dispelied
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 Hazers
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. Uazel's two sisters.
both older than herself; and jolly
Hurdus Ward. who lived next door.
and cousin Annio Moore, who was
making a long visit and who was
gifted with O wonderfully sweet voico
and the most captivating manners
Hazel sighed softly as she looked at
them from her window.
'sWhat good time they arc having.
and how lovely Cousin Annie is in that
becoming. artistic gown! Mr.. Alvord
can scarcely keep his eyes away from
her. wonder il he really loves her?
Sometimes 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 reflcc-
ton in the mirror. yet q bright pink
dyed her checks even IS she said it,
nnd her heart fluttered as she turned
from her dressing case and ran down
stairs.
Mamma, I'm oil bubbling over with
plan, and want you to please let me
execu.e it," she said, bounding into the
cool sitting-roon where Mrs. Duncan
sat darning stockings
what is it now, Hazel? A mission
ary box? or Band Of Hope entertain
mcnt? or a"
mo; nothing so great this time. ma
Ter. Only picnic for Mamie. poor old
grill" said Hazel. giving her mothers
hair q caressing pat.
"a picnic for Mamie! What under
the sun arc you thinking Of now,
daughter?" asked Mrs Duncan, her face
q funny mixture Of surprise and con-
sternation.
"Only Just what said. mamma--a
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, 80 propose fix
ing up q nice little lunch for them, and
paying their way on the street car out
to tho park tomorrow afternoon. so
they can hav, jolly little visit togeth-
cr. outside of their dingy, hot little
house"
'But you can't 90 1t, Hazel. To-mor-
row you 60 to picnic yourself, you
know, and there would be no one to get
supper"
'.rm not going, mamma. shall stay
ut home and prepare such . nice little
tea for papa and the boys that they'll
want TO send Mamie off every day to
a piczic. Now please let me, mamma!
I'm so sorry for Mamie, drudging away
in that hot kitchen from one months
end to another, that l shouldn't enjoy
myself one bit II / went / have lots
of good times and she has none. I can
afford to give her one little afternoon
of pleasure. Maynt /, you darling?"
Mrs Duncan yielded reluctantly. but
somehow Hazel had q way Of carrying
her point when she took notion to
work for the good and happiness of
others; so she ran out to join the gay
group in the yard, her face bcaming
Here comes the commissary. What
have You rcady for to-morrow's rcvcls,
f,t- L. I-c nuf1oI 70 r.
pronched them.
WAS the cake a success? and is the
blanc-mange q transparent, quivcring
mass, almost too lovely to be spoiled
even with rich cresm?" inquired Cousin
Annie.
How about the salad? That's what
I care for most" said Mr.. Alvord.
THAT salad is done, and very salts
factory; tho cake success. 80 are the
cookies and the Saratoga potatoes and
the blanc and the stuffed eggs
end sweet pickles and salt-rising bread
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. You
see there's nothing like a business
head on ones shoulders when there's
picnic TO prepare for. think have
earned seat in the largest hammock.
and am entitled to the services of at
least one gallant gentleman TO fan me
till recover from the effect Of an at
mospherc OF ninety-Six degrees In the
kitchen said Hazel, laughingly.
Whereupon Jack and Mr.. Alvord
simultaneously sprsng from their re-
spective hammocks, and with many