Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-01-30

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"Yes, Marse Cecil, she worry like a
ole hen with one duck, and you Is the
water. Miss Aurore she gwine go like
the duck ter the water, and Miss Mira
she got ter stay on the grass and watch
her swimS'
Any emotion brought out in TiIdie
the hereditary dialect of her race. In
calm moments she called people Mr..
and Mrs, as she had been taught.
II will come" Cecil promised, curl
ous to see the outcome of the adven
ture.
Before luncheon Tildie sought her
mistress. mis- Mira, you looks bad.
You is powerful yellow. l low you
better tex some of them little white
pills"
Miss Maria looked in the glass.
yes" she said, this hot climate
never agreed with me. Some time
shall go north and see my own people,
and you shall go with me- You would
have to wear a muslin cap, up there,
over your ridiculous head"
"Lawd, Miss Mria9 ! wouldn't
never be happy 'thout cap up thar.
IL are cold, Miss Aurore say, all the
time. / dreamed las night, Miss Mira,
bout me and you going thar"
Tildie went up to the medicine chest
and brought down two white pills. Miss
Maria took them.
At 4 precisely Mr.. Nettoyer reached
the south veranda Aurore was seated
in a low rocking chair, volume of
Jeremy Taylor on her lap, her eyes
fixed on the distant horizon.
Miss Maria was sleeping peacefully,
with her head thrown back in an up
holstered chair which she had brought
from home. Her whole attitude ex-
pressed intense, dreamless slumber.
Aurore's slight cry at sight of her lover
did not wake her, nor the conversation
that followed. Cecil pleaded his cause
nobly. At last, when an hour had
passed, he said to Aurore:
81 shall wake up your stepmother
and lay the case before her."
This was more easily said than done.
Miss Maria did not awake. They called
her; they touched her; they lifted her
up. She still slept that unnatural,
dreamless sluInber. Aurore screamed
with fright.
Cecil called Tildie; he took that
young person aside.
"What have you done to Miss MariaT
,,,f4I, IL 81.
II give her some little pills like de doc
tor gave old master TO he died. They
made him rest natural. He praised
them up wonderful, ole master did.
Miss Maria she teks often little white
pills for her headaches. Dey looks fo'
all the world lik' de oders. l say to
myself, l gives Miss Mira old masters
pills and she TEX nice nap, while Miss
Aurore sees Mr.. Cecil"
His heart stood still. What were
the pills you gave herr"
Tildie spelled, "M-o-r-p-h-i-n-e."
Bring me some strong coffee from
the Kitchen" he said, ''and on your
life, Tildie, tell no one what you have
done"
When Miss Maria regained conscious
ness she was being walked around the
long hall, in the strong arms of Mr..
Nettoyer, who was saying:
my dear madame, you have been
suddenly indisposed by the heat. Per
init a neighbor who happened to be
passing'-but she had no clear remem-
brances of the rest, for the walking be-
gan again, with Interruptions to pour
coffee down her throat and to beg Au-
rore not to cry.
For several days Miss Maria was very
i'll. Cecil did not go to Memphis, but
remained with them. His practical
ability was so thoroughly tested in the
emergency that Miss Maria forgave him
everything. AS converts are always
jealous, she soon became the most de-
voted stepmother-in-law in the country
side.
Tildie's part in the adventure was
never told, and Miss Maria was always
fond of saying that she had actually
had a sunstroke while sitting in the
shade. Such is the danger of a south
ern climatel"
In due course of time she redeemed
her promise and took Tildie with her
on visit TO New Hampshire.
On top of Mount Washington Tildie's
wonderful new muslin cap blew off,
and her hair was seen to be arranged,
as of old, in fifty minute braids all tied
with xsarVniIion string -Raha GraUOrV
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