The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1897-08-12
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CANTON, PESSsYLvANIA.
AUGUST THE SIXTH.

AUGUST THE SlAIH.
"Eessie," the Ladye's little horse, is as much
Of rogue as ever. She slips around the corner
and home the nearest way whenever she thinks
that we are so busy talking that we won't see
through her little trick and she only does it
for mischicfs sake. for she also botanizes. and
nothing delights her little equine soul so much
as our long mornings out of doors, when she
pulls Us from one fowery place to another.
While we HINT orchids shs stays out by the
roadside. hunting the fattest. reddest-headed
specimens of TrifoIium prdtense that she can
fnd. for her own collection. She is interested
mainly in this one member of the legumes. but
she will often collect specimens of Rnbus uillosas
and young sprouts of Acer saccharinnm afford
her delight, and of course she's always inter-
ested in the gromines, and really she enjoys
our expeditions quite as much as we ourselves
do.
Last year she was interested in the orchards,
! and ! suppose when apple. time comes there
will be no getting her past the places where
her pet apple-trees grow. Bessie, when she
feels real good, is as full of vanity as girl-a
pretty girl. She puts on all sorts of little airs
and graces, and does her best to attract atten.
tion When she is sure the Ladye is looking
she will shy at a new barrel, bit of board or
Mondays washing on the line She will side
and curve her neck and jump to the side OF the
road as lightly as a cat, and will pretend to be
very timid-just like pretty girl who screams
and jumps at the sight or suspicion of a mouse.
When Bess is not in gay humor, or when the
Ladyc is not look ing, she goes along as primly
oh her G-Ve
days far back aud forgotten. The ages are not
right for horse but not knowing the proper
ones these must serve.
Or hostess tells q good story of one OF her
| guests Washington man, who was here sew
| eral years ago, and of his adventures with the
| pillow. shams. At night he was shown to his
room with due courtesy, and the good nights
were soon said, for the guest was weary after
| his long ride. Now the hostess, who makes her
| rooms comfortable as we'll as pretty, had shams
| over the pillows, but they were arranged on
| rods so that by a clever device turning screw
lifted them easily and safely up against the
headboard Well after the guest had been up
| stairs for quite awhile. and it began to be time
to close up the house, there were still sounds of
stirring aud work going on in tho guest cham
! Der, which bothered the hospitable conscience
of the hostess, who feared that the guest lacked
| something for his comfort She worried some
and waited for the noise TO stop, but it con-
| tinued, and it was certain that the guest was
| engaged in some ardnous task. bnt they could
not imagine what. Finally all was quiet, the
guest had evidently finished his effort and was
at rest The next morning the guest declared
politely that he had slept we'll, but had had
! little difficulty with the shams" And during the
day they discovered what the trouble bad been
Instead of lifting the shams, or OF unscrewing
| them and taking them off, this patient guest
4 had carefully taken off the whole rack---rods,
| clamps and all. Everything had been un-
screwed, and as he only had broken-bladed
knife or some such clumsy tool, he bad bad " a
little difficulty with the shams." The hostess
has never had the Shareholder put up again.
We have not botanized very much this week.
We have walked, north, south, east, and west.
over the hills in the rain have found late wild
geraniums and early asters, white voets and
goldenrods; have linked Spring with Autumn
have welcomed the blossomng of the buck
scent; have watched picturesque harvest
scenes, and have heard the birds sing across the
meadows; we have delighted in showers and
rainbows-but we have not found our third
orchid.
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We gossip and moralize continually. turning
) from our books to people, and back to books
again. each time understanding books the
, better for our acquaintance with folks, and
folks better for the books that we read. There
are certain topics that delight women particu
larly-perhaps men discuss them also-bu
s women inevitably talk of true love, religion
s and bonneis. One of our pet topics is to moral
t ize over the women that we know who are mic,
: in such wdely-varying ways. They all accom-
. plish the same result; that is are refined. sin
: cere, and womanly. One sweet-tempered, self
G sacrificing when its necessary little nader
g has genius for dressing stylishly on 500
:. | year. and gets her own matinee tickets, hate
= books and is jolly good girl to know; another
D who has her eye on her masters degree
q at college, gets fun in edgewise between stud,
b and work. There is the girl who serene il
n her every belief of life here and hereafter, zoe
It about quietly at work and play, never vexe'
by the questions of life, but always content
her friend, the philosopher girl, thoughttor
mented, an eager student of philosophy fror
&c Plato to Swedepborg, never finding much res
e from her own questions, hut yet boon com
9. | rade in every enterprise of fun or work. The
g. we have the tease-the girl who has "jolled
;, | every one OF her companions through courtin
=" and wedding days and now, herself a viciii
y to the small goo, begs for mercy from her DE-
lighted cfonies. And we talk of the bride VIII
is has gone way out West and will start anew a
the little womauly enterprises for which sh
was famous with usher immaculate house
10 keeping her church work, her daily efforts
be friends with the world When we don
is botanic, with our books and chronicle
al friends, we occupy ourselves reading ut tim
from the printed page, and then from The livir
writ of the joys and SORROWS OF life. Som
as times we jest, sometimes find our depth
d, but always we chatter, chatter.
ELSIE PoMERoY McELIoY.
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