Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1895-09-13

VSs sl.r a. village IL ss,t or a
attached to a hotel, or a place where
you can look out of the window and
see row of houses going up and
plumber putting in gas-pipes. It's not
suburban. 1t is rural. In fact, 1t is
real country.
The people, too, how nice they are!
They try to make you happy. There
Is not an extra for anything, and they
give you the best things to eat. Fruit
and milk-all the milk you want, and
want plenty-and homemade bread
and pie and cake. Mum! mum! mum!
How good 1t is! And curds and whey
and pot-cheese and smear-kass and
cream. No, they are not the same.
There's a great difference. Ask Aunt
Abby II there is not. Aunt Abby is
Uncle Abijah's wife. She doesn't want
us to call her Mrs. Smith. She says il
we do she shall think we are not COM
Portable. So we never do. She calls
her husband "Pa," and he calls her
ma" though they haven't any chill
dren, and never had any but little
baby, who died. She says 1t looked ex-
actly like Lilly's wax doll. Lilly Is
my little niece. There is big wooden
cradle In the sitting-room, always
made up with pink patchwork quilt
and ruffled pillow, and once Lilly
put her doll into 1t Aunt Abby came
In, and saw it, and began to cry.
Then she told Sister Laura about the
baby, and how much it looked like the
doll. 1t made her feel badly that day,
but since then she often asks Lilly to
put 1t there, and she says she can sit
down in the rocking-chair and darn
Uncle Abijah's stockings, and sing
"Bye-o-Baby Bunting and "Rock-a-
bye Baby Upon the Tree-Top," and aft
or awhile the present flies away and the
past comes back, and pretty soon she
feels as II she was a pretty young
mother again, and Lilly's doll her baby
asleep In Its cradle.
''Of course It all flies away when the
clock strikes Ave and jump up to get
tea ready" she says, but it does me a
heap of good. Maybe it amt right.
I'm afraid Dominic Sparkle would say
1t wasn't. But can't help doing It,
now I've found out how, and 1t seems
more real than real things"
know what she means; l have had
day dreams like that. Dear me, hope
l am not growing sentimental; it
would not be bit like me If were.
I've always laughed at sentimental
people.
pI remember, when Sister Helen was
engaged, used to laugh at her be-
cause she looked at the moon and
quoted Tennyson; and when Mr.. Fore
UNI took me to see "Claud Melnotte, "
laughed at it. Mr.. Boreum was Of
Tended; he shed tears, and that made
me laugh harder. Oh, dear me, what
is 1t that Romeo says:
He ,ests at scars who never felt wound"
She, also, suppose. was very young
and light hearted then, when saw all
those plays with Mr.. Boreum, who
was SO much ia love with me, and
! laughed at everything l laughed
most of all at him, middle-aged man.
who looked as If he had ''stolen a bag
OF meal" like the king in the nursery
rhyme, and buttoned his coat over tc
hide it. He used to sigh like fur
mace.
/ declare, I'm quoting poetry my
self now. wonder what has come
over me? And l believe grandm;
wanted me to marry him. She said h,
was perfect gentleman of the ole
school, and that there were few lil'
him in this world, nowadays. "Sucl
fine presence--so chivalrous.' And
said: why don't you have him you:
self, grandma" and she boxed m,
ears. really meant it; should hav,
liked him very much for step-grand
father.
Atterward kissed grandma's hant
and apologized. and told her I'd do any
penance she appointed. That I'd g,
down to Trinity church, all the wa.