The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1897-02-06
"SERAPHINAw

''SERAPHINAr'
the only visible person was q woman
farther down the brook, who was dip
ping out water.
Suddenly there was another step
strong, swift and full of purpose. Sera-
phina's eyes frightened; vivid color
rose into her cheeks.
There he comes now!" she muir
INJURED. There comes George!"
To her surprise and dismay, however.
the cavalier did not come up the hill,
but stayed his steps beside the other
woman below.
"He is throwing his arms around
her neck" thought the indignant Ser.
aphina. HE is--yes, he is actually
kissing herl But don't care. Why
should care? I'm sure it don't matter
to me-"
Seraphina hurried the cows home and
finished the milking in less time than II
had ever taken her before. She was
just carrying in the foaming pail wher
tall figure approached.
"Seraphina!"
spray don't trouble yourself to speak
TO me-" said Seraphina, with toss OF
the head. "Or If you do, please call me
Miss Foxglove!'
And Seraphina vanished through the
kitchen door.
whats the matter, Phiny?" said her
mother, noticing the girls quick move.
ments and heightened color.
Nothing, ma said Seraphina.
1t was getting toward nine O'Clock
when there came knock at the door.
Mrs. Foxglove opened it. There stood
the Widow Waterp1aa.
II hope I'm not intruding," said Mrs.
Waterman, "but here's the brown bonn
bazine cloak, Mr.. Foxglove. and, humbly
thanking you all the same, I'd rather
not wear it,"
"Eh?" said Mr.. Foxglove, in amaze.
ment.
"It was very kind of you to give IL to
me" went on Mrs. Waterman, to the ut
ter discontinue of the poor farmer,
but there's some things as human
flesh and blood can bear, and to have
Deacon Pullaby's son asking II he could
not see me home when I came out of the
store, and Mr.. Ferdinand Pluff saying
was to be at the dance at Melinda Ed
wards on Tuesday night, and might he
call for me at eight o'clock-well, it's
rather upsetting. But the worst Of II
all was when went to get little wa
ter at the brook. Ayoung fellow seized
hold of me and was going to kiss me.
believe it's the brown cloak as done
1t ALL" with meaning glance at Ser
aphina Foxglove. $50, IL you would
please take 1t back, I'll try and get
along with my old shawl spell longer.
And the roast chicken WINS very good,
sir, and that apple pie couldn't be
beat"
There was moments direful silence.
and then Mrs. Waterman sidled out of
the room and betook herself once more
to the mysterious silence of the night.
"Well, ! declared" said Mrs. Fox
glove.
ma, don't scold pa" said Seraphina,
halfway between laughing and crying.
The farmer feebly rubbed his hands.
Il think I'll go to bed," said he.
And he went. Seraphina, running out
for a pitcher of water, the last thing
before shutting the house for the night,
nearly stumbled against George Pater-
son.
Goodness me! what are you doing
here?" said Seraphina.
II can't go home and sleep, Seraphina,
while you are angry with me-" said the
poor young fellow, who was very des-
perately in love. "What have done p
Nothing" she answered. Except
except that you can't blame me for
being jealous when see you hugging
and kissing the Widow Watermanl"
1T was the cloak, Seraphina = the
brown cloak that misled me-" pleaded
George. 81 thought it was you"
ooh, it's all very well to talkI" said
Seraphina-
Mrs. Foxglove thought Seraphina had
never before been so long in bringing
pitcher of water. To George Pater-
son, however, the moments seemed
winged; but nevertheless he went home
rcjoicing.-Woman's Journal.