The daily morning journal and courier., 1897-07-13

or green corn borne up the back steps
 on the head of some black factotum
 una Inc fresh picked heads of lettuce
 coming through the garden gate.
 AsaIh the lively tinkle of forks on a re-
 sisting surface, in the direction of the
 dining room and the simultaneous ab
 sence from the circle of the mistress 1 cousin, or the masters niece or sister
 in-law or step half-sister famed Tn the
 iand for culinary eXpertness, tells that
 kiss pudding" or angel food" or some 1 other sibilant formation or fummerv is kbeing prepared as top-uff after the Emore substantial dishes of the meal Plainly, the sight of the wheels in mos ftion give aest to the appetite even on summers day. Eventually some one of
 the women folks looms In sight with an
 apron full of roses from a shady corner or Che garden, chairs disappear from the further end af the hall, Boston ap- pears with an improvised fly brush of sweet myrtle and a copious crash apron,
 reaching from chin to knee, and the
 word that dinner is served makes a
 commotion in the company.
 IL Is only an hour from sunset when
 adleus are said, and the mules trot out
 0t the yard with contented freight.
 There Is watermelon or cantaloupe
 grown from some new seed, tucked
 away somewhere for some one who
 stayed at home to taste There Is a
 ioaf Of the days baking slowed in a
 basket under the seat for the neighbor housekeeper' partake of and see if she can r.Vai 1t, and, before leaving it has oeeh made plain that if there Is any thlns that that especial household has that the visiting household might want or need, 1t Is at their disposal utterly and entirely.
 Tell your mother that have been watching those figs ripen, and keeping them from being picked, particularly TOT her" the head of the house charges as he tucks in the buggy robes solici- tously, and speeds the parting guest as heartily as he welcomed the coming. and a boy is mounted on mule and | sent in advance of the party to open the | Iurthest pasture gate and save them | the trouble
 It has been day of little things, and | It Is Of little things, veriest nothings, | mat the guests thoughts are full as the | sand beds and bridges and turn-outs ana pine woods lanes are traversed on | the homewaTd route. The new-gathered eggs that tho pickaninnies brought in their tattered hats or tied up in squares or homespun. and their picturesque poses as they stood tongue-tied, in the presence Of strangers; the tales of war ana hunting that the host told, and the picture of the French ancestor that was hunted up. with her hair done up in the 1 same pattern, only trif1e mora elabo- rately, than that of the present mis- Iress. The story of the second cousins long resistance to the widower who 1 1pally won her. and the sister-in-law's fatigue induced by weeks of nursing over at the l.. place when all of the children were sick and the mother down with malaria1 fever. One feels that all .hese people they have heard about are cal aequaintances. and that there must l ,e strong bonds of sympathy and fel- oWship between these far-ofY places. l md strong antagonisln in some cases IS well, for there have been hints of country families who have not spoken | or years, and who look the other way when their respective conveyances pass ach other in the road
 Well, the day has been spent. has 'een literally devoted to doing nothing. nd 1t has left store of restful pictures the mind that stand out as clear and ( 1Vld as they are satisfying, The harm of day so spent is it's unaffect- dness and freedom from artilciallty of t= ny kind There Is little either said or one for effect The skeletons that turk those household closets, although not = araded are left with so much of the GOT ajar that they lose half of their lystery and lugubriousness.- k { 'ork Sun. lsE