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

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complexioned, with regular features, and
large, gipsy-black eyes, where the jetty
lights seemed to swim at every breath.
"A very old woman, covering over the
stove, had the same strange eyes, al
though her hair, under its close frilled
cap, was bleached snow white, and her
skin was the color of old parchment.
"What ye gota" the crone demanded,
as young Pole flung bunch of birds on
the table.
Something for breakfast, granny y
said he. ''l've been hunting in Calle;
Woods. Not much luck, though. Isay
Naomi, l wish you'd hurry up supper"
"What FORE 1t amt supper time yet,
and I've got all the towels to do yet"
"Oh, bother the towelsi I want tc
so over to Skene's Corners to night and
see Miss Stuart's new piano"
"Humph!" Naomi ironed away with
redoubled zeal. "Miss Stuart's new
piano, indeed wish Miss Stuart was
further, and her new piano, too! But
you're like all the rest, Dave-a new face
turns your head. Hessie Holt and her
poor little parlor organ amt much ac-
count now"
"Eh9 What We talkin' bout. Who's
Miss Stuart? Is Hessie Holts organ out
O tune ag'in9" crooned out the old
woman by the fire.
Granny dor't know" said Naomi.
81 guess she's the only one that don't.
Miss Stuart, granny2 Why, she's the
latest fashion at Skene Corners. She's
the new schoolma' am. Ask our Dave if
you want to know all about her. Ask
any of the young fellers!'
"Ask John Classonl" added David,
an9riiy. 'Naomi's jealous-that's
what ails Naomi"
Naomi compressed her full red lips
and ironed resolutely on. The old
grandmother fell into sort of doze and
nodded oyer the steve. David Pole
-te95SS~ the lantern down from its nail
against the chimney. piece.
elf l cant get my supper here" said
he, ''l'll get it over to Classon's. I'll
look arter the cattle first"
"ioull get it here if you wait TIL
supper time!' sharply spoke Naomi.
81 don't choose TO wait"
"Then don't"
David Pole bit his lip.
"An' I'll take care to let John Clas
son know what sweet tempered sister
I've got" said he.
"John Classon nothing to me-" re.
tcrted Naomi.
"And never will be, guess"
Naomi uttered a vexed exclamation
her overheated iron had left its trangu-
lar impress on fringed, red -bordered
towel.
"Somethin's burnin'i" squeaked
granny, starting from her doze.
And in moment David was gone.
"He can do as he pleases," thought
Naomi, vindictively. "Ther's nothing
out cold pork and pickled beets for
supper, anyhow. Perhaps they'll have
something better at Casson's. Mirandys
agood cook
She put the tea sleeping in little
carthenware pot; she took the irons off
the stove, put away the clothes horse,
aud began, in a spiritless way, to set the
table for the evening meal.
The clock bad Just struck six, and
5ranny was stirring the homely brown
sugar into her first cup of tea, when a
gentle knock sounded on the warped
plnel Of the outside door. Naomi rose
TO answer the summons.
n beautiful young woman, with red
old hair, large light. blue eyes and 8
'ompiexion rs delicate as roseleaf,
'ood there, wrapped in scarlet and
"ack plaid shawl.
Miss Polef' she said, hesitatingly.
Naomi inclined her head stiffly.
Yes, said she, THAT is my name"
81 am Eda Stuart"
Again Naomi bowed frlgidly.
"And," hesitated the new school
teacher, with smile that might have
melted the earthen ware Chinaman on
The lid OF granny teapot, but which
produced no sort of effect on Naomi
Pole, i've started out to visit sick
pupil Louisa Ledyard-and I'm afraid
we lost my way. hadn't any idea it
would grow dark sc soon, and must
back by seven o'clock, for | expect
ONE friends to try new piano that ]
ave had sent me from Boston. Your
orother has half promised to come, Miss
Pole. Won't you accompany him2"
"Dayld isn't at home, SAID Naomi,
with sidewise glance at the roa down
which her brother had strobe some 20.
And don't care nothin' about pianos. 1"
Miss Stuart colored, and shrank back.
She felt as if this hard, handsome bru-
lIette had slapped her in the face,