The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1897-08-20

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July found herself in the one drug
store 81 Br0wuUlle, q little village
about two miles from the farm whore
Aunt Shgba did her shopping
Good momm, Mis- HaWley," said
the clwk adablyns She entered. "What
c1u 1 do 'or you today someihin
I i0r the akin2 1cs'm, certainly was
I down 20 thecity last week aud brought
mp some new goods This is Cream
o. Roses, sounds as DO ought 10 bo
good. and mako amy one fine compile
ted, but they told me lhe best thing ia
the world for tan an ireckles Is this
here BeaudGer. Just the thing for
your niece, though, pom my word,
shouldn't think she needed anything
o. the sort, but them city girls emit
stand q freclle or two like country
folks And the young man ratified on
\ y0luhly, while Aunt Shobn stood In
great distress 90 this alusion 20 her
niece for her honest soul reyolted nt
anything like deception.
/ Seeing her confusion, he haslcncd
I 10 her assistance.
oppose those things amt quite IN
/ your line, Mis- Hawloy. but II / were
you pd take the Beauuier; you don't
have % use 500 much oil it, only two or
\ three t,mesa week, and 'ono applica-
| ti0u viii last for several days., b" con-
Guiding with d quotation from the
wrapper
"Wcu, I guess thisll do; u don't
suit"
"She can try the other. Any time
she comes down TN be happy TO show
her anything I've got, and he deity
wrapped mp the Beaatiher, at the same
time wondering what was the matter
with Mrs. Hawley that she should be
80 unlike herself
She waited to give no explanation,
however, but slipping the precious
package into the depths Of her capa-
cious pocket, Aunt Sheba hurried
homeward It was nearly twelve
o'clock when she reachedhome, almost
time for the midday meal which Patty
had undertaken TO prepare for the first
time herself The girl was not in the
house when her aunt arrived, so Mrs.
Hawley proceeded az once TO her bed
room. What better time could she
have to surprise them? Could any
thing be more opportune? Their posi-
tons were reversed. Patty was play
ing cook; she would play the lady.
With eager fingers she drew from her
pocket the package, unfastened the
wrapper, disclosing q small round box,
very insignificant looking, but of so
much importance to the woman who
turned it round and round, and read
the directions curiously. They were
very simple-'Apply evenly with a
soft cloth.
I'm glad it amt hard to fx--any
one could do that. Guess I can see
well enough without opening the
blinds and lettin' the flies in" And
soon she was absorbed in her work of
covering the Objectionable skin with
the preparation which, as it dried,
formed a coating of white on the dark
features.
"What difference it does make, to
be sure!" thought Aunt Sheba, con
templating the unfamiliar face. 81
wish it didn't look so strikin', though
makes me appear sorter CHASTITY, but l
guess I amt used to it. that's all-my
skin is so dreadful dark. Patty's used
to fair-complected people; it won't
look that way to her"
With hands that trembled like ex-
element, she changed the dusty dress
for a fresh one, fastened her lace col
lar and stepped back to look at her
self. In the semi darkness of the
room she saw q little woman in black,
with softly-waving gray hair, and a
pair of dark, bright eyes in strange
contrast to the white face. Aunt
Sheba began to feel queer. She hoped
the change in her appearance would
not be so noticeable to the others as il
was to herself, but she frightened as
she thought that the change was GER
tainly in her favor, and, with this
comforting. thought in mind, she went
boldly out to find her niece.
"Why, Auntie, when did you gel
| back? I didn't hear you come in. ]
must have been out at the well. But
| how pale you are" exclaimed the girl
looking at her aunt through a veil Of
: steam rising from the dish of potatoes
J in her hand. Don't you feel WELL
: That long walk must have been. toe
{ much for you Uncle Eph says it il
t such hot day." and Patty put dowr
, the potatoes and anxiously approached
( her aunt.
Aunt Shebas faint protest that sht
was well, was lost in Uncle Eph''
. hearty voice exclaiming:
"What have you been dom to your.
9 self, Sheba? You're the color of thu
e fence Jobs been whitewashin', and
5 declare, I believe that's Just VIVA
t you've been a-doin' -whitewashin,
for his keen eyes had caught sight o