St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-06-03
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One of the tricks for which I had been
oftenest scoded i{and who can wonder,
since 1 had set myself on FIRE three tines,
was carrying matches insSmy pocket.
With these 1 used 10 makeagDnfires in the
woods, at which foasted PEANUTS or sweet
potatoes. w ~
had some matches about me now, and
having found one, stood enc leg, after
the manner Of stcrk. scratched it
upon the sole Of my shoe ana lit the candles
one by one n avi. zB8 5ads
A figure, tail and uprightoand we'll poised
enough. An immense shockcofI-h hair of
sort of tow coior,t pushedsback by half
worthless article which i called "my round
comb,' and tumbling in an unbrushed mass
down my back. During the course of
the day the dry, dead leayes9had caught
and chung to it. - and3osome5 threads of
Spanish moss, forsI climbed trees like
squirrel. /: os 5,eaoqus1 ssi.s-
Ny dress; a. lowered summer silk, of
delicate blue tint, which had been outgrown
by my eldest cousin, Adelaide, and which
had not yet grown intos hung upon me with
the grace of the costume which adorned the
scare-crow n.the -cornaelds falling to my
feet on one. side, and Hoped ito height
which suggested the ballet, on the other, was
daubed with mud, berry juieeeand my own
gore, and was rent across in three places,
and was, moreover deeply fringed on the
longest side with the clinging seeds of weed
which we knew in that neighborhood as
"beggars' cronies.o5 y9ro = z<..
My shoes were Masses Of. gray mud. My
thumb, which I had cut with jack-knife,
was tied up in a rag torn from my petit
coat, which now exhibited its tatters to full
view. -e11.4 at<
And here must pause to do justice to my
Aunt Elizabeth, who, Though she had no love
for me, had notso entirely abandoned me to
my fate as my description of myself would
make it appear, and who WAS a woman of re-
finement, who wished me to be tidy.
That very morning had been washed
from head to FOOT With ahot water and a
large flannel we'll rubbed with soap, while
my aunt, who superintendent Mandy in the
performance of this sanitary proceeding,
sighed, shook her head, and several times
cried out, ''To think that should be obliged
to order soap to be used to the face of a
young lady-but she must be made clean if
possible
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clothes. If they had but once given me
what asked for, a calico froek of my own,
made to fit me, they would have seen what
care would have taken of it. would have
made it last, protected it from spots, guarded
it from tatters.
But this making over of dresses was one
of my Aunt Elizabeth's economical practices,
from which there was no appeal. have now
no doub. that the frock looked well enough,
when she finally turned me about and said
81 think that will do, Mandy; the child is
neat at last. And now, Mamie, keep your
self SO; we are going to have all day COM
pany, and if it is in your power to keep from
making an object of yourself (Which 1 doubt,
do so. When the Barrimores were here
nearly died of shame. That was the time
you took to do your worst and suck your
oranges instead of eating them with a
spoon.'
"And now,'' she added, taking a'book from
her work basket, ''go and sit down in the ar
Dor and read that, and try to take a lesson
from it. 1t is the Life of Miss Emily lib
BETS a perfect saint, though sheiwas scarce
ly older than you are when she died. Go
directly to the arbor. Don't stop in the
kitchen to eat something sticky, and try not
to catch your skirt on the thorn hedge, and
don't fall down. Oh, dear, what life you
lead me. hope you'll remember it with re-
morse when am no more.'
If Aunt Elizabeth had spoken sweety
given me kiss, called me by some OF those
pet names she lavished SO freely on her own
darlings, or even askedeme to behave well
for her sake would have obeyed her. But
her tone irritated me. I did not then realize