The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1892-11-23

brow autler hung military cOCEed nat
On the left bezantler a pert little fatigue
cap was suspended.
ats too bad" Yoltaire began.
Black babble has become rather bore
In literature. Voltaire, therefore, will
try not to talk Tombigbee.
"It's too bad" muttered the negro in
futile protest, "tosee them fellows hang
ing up their hats here, and the real mas.
ter-the real northumberland out Of
house and home.
"It's too bad" he continued despond-
ingly, "to see Miss Lucy, as sweet a
little lady as ever stepped, taught to
think her father gOOdfOr-nOthing
spendthrift and idler, If not worse. The
madam will never let her see him alone,
The poor child is one of the kind that
believes what is told to EN-. No wonder
she is solemn as Sunday all the time.
don't see anything TO be done. But I'll
go down and ask Sappho."
Again. he shook his fist Mt those enor.
nous excrescences from the brow of a
bold Cervus alces--a moose that once
walked the highlands near BrUthertUft
manor. Then he shambled down stairs
to his wife Sappho's boudoir. the kitchen.
Blacker than Sappho Of Lesbos ever
looked when PhaOn cried Avaunt. was
this uamcsake of the female Sam Patch
of Lcucadia. But through her eyes and
mouth good humor shome, as the jolly
fire shines through tie chinks Of the
black furnace doors under boiler
f,,1 Ella. N
but your cooking department, SapphO
and my butler department. says Vol
taire. "The master is shamed away
and is off properogating liberty. The
mistress suppose we'd better not say
nothing about her"
Sappho shook her head and stirred
her soup.
girl pretty soon. Her mother is making
her mistrust her father She's got no
friends. What will come Of herr
Sappho tasted her soup. 1t was sa-
worry.
s"Noltairc," says she, "striving to talk
n dialect worthy Of her name, and hit
ting half way to English, "Noltaire,
faith is what you wants. You is not got
the faith Of q free cOlOred gentleman
member Of one of de oldest families in
all Westminster. You is got no more
faith than them Mumbo Jumbo Billop
niggers what immigratcd in the Red
Rover. You jess let de Lord look after
Miss Lucy. She is one after de Lord =
! own heart"
But the devil has put his huff into
this house"
IF you was n cook you'd have more
faith. Jest you taste that soup now,
How is it,
prime" says Voltaire, blowing and
slipping.
"You taste it, Plato" she repeated
dipping another ladle from the pot and
Offering TO her son, heir of his fathers
philOsophic dignity and his mothers So
cratic visagc. How is ity"
Prime says this second connois-
scur.
Now, what you guess is the most i'm
portantest thing in this soup"
"Conund ums is vulgar, particular for
ladies" says Voltare loftily.
That's because you can't guess"
"Poh! it's easy enough" says he,
Beef"
mo. You guess, Plato"
"Bilin water" cries he, sure of his so
luton.
Sappho shook her head
Turkey carcasses," propoundcd Vol
taire, with excitement.
"OniOns," offered Plato, with eager
ness.
mo" says Sappho; Its faith"
81 was jest agoin to say faith" Plato
unblushingly asserted.
"You see" Sappho explained, II takes
beef-bery well! and bilin waterbury
WELT and turkey carcasses and onions
and heaps of things, and puts EN- into
pot on the fire. Then has faith"
"Pohr' cried Voltairo. "Twasnt a
fair conundrum; you has the faith into
yourself"
Then takes faith, repeated Sappho
without noticing this interruption; faith
that these gradients which is not soup is
comm soup in de Lords time, an dey
alluZ comes soup"
And the primest kindr' Plato inter.
jeCted authOritauyely.
go continued Sappho. improving
the lesson, soup and roast geese and
pies aud pancakes risin over night las
taught me dis yer provorb, Wait and
things comes out right at last So it's
boun 10 bo with Miss Lucy"
This logic Convinced the two name
7 sakes Of philosophers, and they carried
up dinner in a perplsxod but patient
mood.
My lord and Sir Harry were both din.
ing there that day.
"Do you know what has become Of our
hostess husbands" asked my lord, rs they
lounged Off after dinner.
Hes going about the provinces, stir,
ring up rebellion after feeble fashion. .
said Sir Harry. IL believe that fellow
Game pays him n few shillings n week
for editing his Mercury when he is IN
New York"
IF | was Governor TryOn I'D have
that dirty sheet stopped. Hes "A new
broom. lie ought 10 make u clean sw, el
Of all these freedom shriokorS
Such, then, was the conditioner things
in the Brothcrtolt family nj the begin
| ming Of Tryon's administration,
Edwin BrotLertoft had not become an
absolute stranger to his old home im
two reasons, IIo pilicd his guilty wife
He loved his innocent daughter lie
could not quite give mp the hope that
his wife might need his pardon by and
by, when sin sourcd to her taste. lie
! ,npat mayor totally abandon Iig child "a,