Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1892-12-15
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There was going to be another
quarrel.
Outside, agravy-gray mist was
spread over the weather, and Bar
bara's dog, Wilful, was baying in
. sad, pink voice at the smell of
cabbage that was waited up from
: 1.-THE negro quarters. The moon lay
Hike a cheap peppermint wafer OF
Ethe vaulting arch of 8 poorly pain
3tsd sky, and monotones of misery
groaned through the stiff pine
trees as the north wind trayeled
without ticket toward the rosy
south.
.sTwo Jumps of sugar in my
coffee again. said Dering, as he
gazed across the table at Barbara
put of his green velvet eyes.
Barabara helped herself to a
|adish in an apparently noncha-
ant manner, but her heart was
Ihizzing round like the inside Of
ruptured telephone. She was
eginning to hate Jock.
You know" continued Dering,
Be should know by this time, an
Bss you have an old sponge in
POUR head instead of a brain, that
my coffee is ruined if it has more
than one lump of sugar. And
that reminds me that your hair
looks like the devil, fixed the way
you have it."
Barbara in her emotion inhaled
her radish instead of swallowing
it, and sneezed SO hard in conse-
quence that she broke the mirror
over the mantel and set the
chandeliers tinkling al through
the house. The wind sougied in
the chimney, ard the chimney.
soughed back at the wind. There
was a yellow melancholy spangled
with mauve-colored patches of
despair spread over the universe,
and Barbara vas torn by atumult.
s sIf I needed sweetening as much
as you do" she said to Jock. II
would drink twelve Jumps of sugar
in my coffee instead Of one" !"
Barbara's repartee always gave
Jock the malaria. After hearing
no -Her last remark he j. ran u his robust
fingers through his iridescent
locks and amused himself for the
next ten minutes throwing bread
balls at the portraits of Barbara's
ancestors.
ST won't stand this my longer" !"
he shrieked at last, jumping eight
feet into the air and kicking q
yard of plaster off the ceiling, aIf
ycu only had the excuse of being
beautiful, why then" -Barbara
rose from her chair with the grace
and noiselessness of white smoke.
The flame that shot from her eyes
was SO intense that Dering was al
most prompted to ring a fire alarm.
Her white throat swelled like a
small boys balloon and her rur-
splish lips curled into an express
ion of glittering, hard-boiled
scorn.
eff I had a fat-iron in my hand,' y
she hissed, 81 would kill you with
it-o
aWhy doL'tyou use one of those
hot biscuits?" asked Dering,
sneeringly; "they're heavy
enough
B Barbsra swirled round like a
cyclone, and, castingone flashing
look of supreme hatred over her
perfectly modelled shoulder, she
few from theSroom, and Dering
heard her bounding up the stairs
five steps at time.
81 like to see her angry" he
muttered, after lighing one os his
imported eight-inch fve-cent
cigars. II always notice that rage
brings out her seal-brown freckles,
and, as matter of fact, it was
those seal-brown .freckles that first
won my heart"
AS for Barbara, she was chewing
up the tiger rug in her bedroom,
after having murdered the gold
fish and the canary bird. Sudden
y she sprang to her feet and struck
her nose until it bled against a
/ dark spot on the wall, over which,
on a silver plate, was the inscrip-
Ation, This spot was made by sweet
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