The Opelousas courier., 1894-05-26

Children, keep sti11s ye es7 It near a
BODY think Ian by an by heh nave
tn, business, An Addy's q named for
tn ole man, s.too!" I
Her visitor looked propeE3 y sympa-
thetic. "samyelPs as good as gold,
proclaimed the Loyal wife, but 1flho
say it myself, that oughtn,F to say 1t,
he's awful set. You can't L. udge i'm.
She went off presently tol see about
supper. "Kve q girl in til Kitchen"
she explained, ''that Ne cal IT trust t
put a potato >on t boil" And stand
inc in the doorway, sodthim 3 the baby
and scolding the>chiMren, ,s ne, entered
upon a long d~isqnis2Sion, lhav1ng for
its theme the evil<waWs OF Anaids and
the woes of mistresses:s NEhel ratlength
Miss Cynthia was left to- kerself she
looked around herscheir badk at her:
tittering, blushihg o lpanions,
"Come, see<Aunt CyntJly, sol any" she
began, ingrastiimingly ,,holain g71out her:
hands to Benny.
"You air't nsy aunt"
"Don't we want'-she raohed'her
brains to pleasesthem-"t' bear a'nFce
story bout a oleshenI'n' herr little bits
O. chickens?"
There was an instantaneous 'sava-
lanche of'young Duncans. They fell
upon her like wolves. Miss sCyzahia.
had never known o tenderer emotion
than that>which,flea her heartsas she,
sat, her nausesake on her Hap, the
others leaning against her knee, weav-
ing an old foolish story, with their
eager, upturned faces to spur her on.
| She told it wfthNan elaboration which
one used to>the Wa: Us of children WOULD
have avoided. She spoke in a mincing4
voice and initiated various domestic,
fowls to the entiressatisfaction of hes
audience. Direcsly she ceased.
"Tell it again." d demanded Benny,
pounding on the chaB". arm.
ooh, not that ons.A Shall I tell tye
bout" =
"Tell it again"
Both littletgirls7 puckereds4up their
faces. 81 want t. hear bout the
chickabiddy," they said in duet.
Miss Cynthia'repetted thetale, with,
now that it was too,late-am attempt
at Topping off superfuous ornamental
ton. The ,e~fffortsF were speedilytde
tected and checked Not one silly
syllable could be omitted. Then she
finished.
"Tell it again, "isaM Benny.
"Oce thereewasf an ole hen," began
Miss Cynthia in a droning tone.
A shout arrestedFher. "Ye said ole
chickabiddy."
Mrs. Duncan thrust : her head i'm
from the dinin4room. 'sHavin,i a
good time? That's right. Don't wske
tn baby. He's just dropping offSt'
sleep.
When her husband came hnmeyto
supper, half an hour later, he found
their guest surrounded by three i'm
patient infants greedily following the
latest repetition of the favorite, tale.
"Them young oneswon't gise ye no
peace" he observed .gayly, shaking
hands with her, S'nowf they've found
out you can tell 'em st cries. They're
the greatest hands for storiestI ever
see."
He smiled as this were "a rare trait.
He soon turned his attention to
weightier things.
"Kate," he called, "ain'tttea most
ready? I've been waitin' here five
minutes. should think, with a,girl
in t. kitchen We couldf have meals lin
some kind O. season."
Mrs. Duncan looked much .marti-
fed. SIN q second, Samyell,' ~ she
said. "Baby woke anIhad t. bestook
up. Is tn biscuits don, Mame?ffThen
come on"
It was q very nice supper, tbrH Miss
Cynthia had gone too long without,
and had q headache now. s.I'daaoffered
ye C cup O tea when ye frst| come,
Cynthy," said her hostess, eff itwasn't
Name is SO put out if ye go sin the
kitchen between meals. She's awful
quick-tempered, an we have t. humor
'er. faint none too easy gettin' agirl
for a family tn sizeo' ourn."
"WeIl have to be lookin' up a beau
for Mrs. Ruggles," announced the gen.
tleman of the house, biting into his
cake. Mustn't have no old maids
round here"
He was SO far from intending an in
suit that none could be- accepted. Yet,
Miss Cynthia felt that she hated him.
She had never been called an old maid
to her face before.
She hailed the bedtime hos1r for the
children, who chung close to her till it
came. 1t gave Sarah a little respite,
too, and q chance for something more
then e haIf-hearted attention to the
information as to whom Lie Buckley
married, and what became oftthe Ter
williger girls. sSamyell' however,
had his daily paper to read and must
not be disturbed so the two women
took their basket of stockings into the
corner and conversed in an undertone.
s:D' We ever do wax flowers any
more?" Miss Cynthia inquired.
Mrs. Duncan almost spoke aloud in
her astonishment. "Laud! no. I
amt touched 'em sense Addy was
born. 1 don't have no time"
Her old friend regarded her mourn
fully across the sock she was filing in.
ssBut sech talent as you he'd, Sarah!'
Mrs. Duncan laughed rather bit
terly.
"a married oma amt no use for
, talent"
Yet, when she took Cynthia in to see
her children, asleep, their red cheeks
pressed into the pillow, fond tears filed
her eyes. 'sIt's better than wax
flowers, Cynthia" she said. Il lei