The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1892-04-01


complcxoncd, with regular features, and
large, gipsy-black eyes, where the jetty
lights seemed to swim at every breath.
very old woman, covering over the
stove, had the same strange eyes, al.
though her hair, under its close frillcd
cap, was blcached snow white, and her
skin was the color of old parchment.
"What yc got" the crone demanded,
as young Pole flung bunch of birds on
the table.
Something for breakfast, granny"
said he. '''vc been hunting i'm Callet
Woods. Not much luck, though. say,
Naomi, wish you'd hurry up supper"
"What for2 1t amt supper time vet,
and I've got all the towels to do yet"
"Oh, bother the towclsl want to
30 over to Skcnc's Corners to night and
sec Miss Stuarts new piano"
"IIumph!" Naomi ironcd away with
rcdoublcd zeal. "Mss Stuart's new
piano, indeed | wish Miss Stuart was
further, and her new piano, tool But
you're like all the rest, Davc--a new face
turns your head. IIessie Holt and her
poor little parlor organ amt much ac-
count now"
"Eh' What We talkin' bout. Who's
Miss Stuart! Is lIessia Ho!ts organ out
o tune agin2' crooncd out the old
woman by the fire.
"Granny don't know" said Naomi.
al guess she's the only one that don't.
Miss Stuart, grannya Why, she's the
latest fashion ut Skcne Corners. She's
the new Schooima am. Ask our Dave if
you want to know all about her. Ask
amy ol the Young fcllcrs,
"Ash John Classonw added David,
n%riy. "Naomis jealous-that's
what aIls Naomi"
Na"ml compressed her full red lips
and ir"ncd resolutcly on. The old
%randmothcr fell into IL sort of dozo and
nodded over the stove. David Pole
-tn9;-' the lantern down from its nail
against the chimney piece.
"ll can't set my supper here" said
lac, "lll get 1t over to Classon's. I'll
look rtcr the cattle first"
"l"u'n yet it here if you wait till
supper time" sharply spoke Naomi.
~ don choose to wait"
"Thcn don't"
David Pole bit his lip.
".\n' I'll take care To let John Clas-
son know what sweet tempered sister
I've got, SAID he.
"John tlaSson nothing to me- re-
tcrtcd Naomi.
".\nd never will be, J C',ess.'
Naomi uttered vcxci exclamati IN
her over heated iron had left its triangu-
lar impress on Il lringcd, red .bordcred
! towel.
''%"nclhin's burniu'l" squeaked
granny, starting from her dozc
And IN moment David was gone
'llc can do aS he pleascs,' thought
Naomi, yIndictivcy. "Thcr's nothing
Uut cold pork and picklcd bcets for
supper, anyhow. Perhaps they'll have
,"mcthlng better at Classou's Mirandy's
good cook"
She pa, the ,ca steepiug In little
r.Ithcnwarc pot she took the irons off
n" stove. pul away the clothes horse,
-nd BEGAN, III a spiritlcss way, to set the
irhc for the evening meal.
Tic clock hai lust struck six, and
,ranny WIS stirring the homc'y brown
.u%ar into her first cup of tea, when a
Gentle knock sounded Oh the warpe
pmci ol the outside door. Naomi rose
lu answer the summons
beautiful young woman, with red
"'d hnlr, larsc hght.bl eyes and a
'"p.cNlon rs delicate ~ "A rosclcaf,
""d there, wrapped in scarlet and
! "'aCk plaid shawl.
"MI'N Pole she sad, hcsitatingly.
Naomi inclined her head stiiflv.
Yes, snid she, "that is my name"
81 am Eda Stuart"
Again Naomi bowed frigidly.
'And, hcSitatcd the new school
teacher, with smile that might have
"clted the CartlIcn ware Chinaman on
! ne iih ol granny teapot, but which
| 'roiGcrd no sort of effect on Naomi
! '"lc, i've started out to visit a sick
lupil--Loulsa Lrdyard I'm afraid
We lost my way. | hadn't any idea it
'"uld grow dark sc soon, and must
back by seven O'Clock, for | expect
! pmc friends to try new piano that |
! ave had sent me from Boston. Your
! r"thcr has half promised to come, Miss
/ 'oie. Won't YOU accompany him."
'DaVId ISn q. home, 5,i Naomi,
With sidcwisc glance at the roa down
Yhich her brother had strobe some :, 90.
And ! don't care uothin' about pianos"
Miss Stuart colored, and shrank hick.
Inc felt as if this hard, handsome bra.
cite had slammed hpr in IN. I.,.,