Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1898-06-15

Mrs. Massey was offended, and did
not repeat her visit for some days.
II think I'll just step Oh the front
porch for awhile, as the sun is so
warm to-day" Mrs. Perrot observed,
as she looked from her window.
Mrs. Vaughan was sitting at the op-
posite window, sewing: but Mrs. Per-
rot never looked that way. Wrapped
in shawl, and accompanied by La
vinia aud the rejoicing children, she
walked out upon the porch, noticed
the rose-bushes, and arranged a strag-
Cling branch, spoke to passing &C
quaintance, who stopped to congratu-
late her on "being about again. and
finally returned to her room, declaring
that she felt rather refreshed by the
change.
Perrot silently rubbed his hands,
and exchanged q glance with Lavinia,
who merely remarked that she hoped
her aunt wouldn't be imprudent, and
take cold that might settle on her
lungs.
my lungs are as good as they ever
were," declared Mrs. Perrot. 81
never said nor thought that anything
was the matter with them; and I
think" she presently added, "that
the fresh air must have done me good,
for I feel as though I could eat bit
of broiled steak for dinner"
She ate the steak with a relish, and
even drank a glass of ale which her
husband brought. for her. Thence
forth the toast and ten, and boiled
eggs, and arrow root Jelly, upon which
she had for some time subsisted, dis
appeared from the bill Of fare, as the
sassafras ten had done.
'I wonder what pa and that pretty
lady at Mr.. Browns are talking
about?" remarked Tommy Perrot,
with his elbows Oh the window-seat.
His mother stretched her neck to
look out, and then rose from her chair
and watched her husband and Mrs.
Vaughan, through the blinds. They
were standing at Mr.. Browns gate,
and the coquettish widow was criti-
cally surveying the Perrot mansion,
and pointing out something to her
companion. The interview was q
rather prolonged one, and Perrot,
when he came in to supper, looked re-
markably pleased and cheerful.
"What on earth could you and that
woman have to say to each other"
was the wife's inquiry, as he drew up
to the fire, rubbing his hands and
running his fingers through his hair.
"She was remarking about the
house. She thought it badlyplanned. }"
"I should like to know what she has
to do with the house. 1t being badly
built is no concern of hers.
"Why, she was only saying that if
she lived here she would have a room
added on the west side, and one or
two little alterations made Thought
her suggestions were very sensible;
and, in fact, very nearly what I've
heard you express. You don't like
the house, you know, Marthy."
Whatever Mrs. Perrots feelings
may have been, she resolutely sup
pressed them. But on the following
day Sunday she surprised the family
by announcing her intention of ac-
companying them to church.
"Ain't it rather risk, Marthy?"
her husband doubtfully suggested,
while lie at the same time exultantly
rubbed his hands behind his back.
eff it's on account of the children, my
dear, don't worry yourself. They've
taken fancy to Mrs. Vaughan, and
she keeps 'em very quiet, now, by
merely nodding and smiling at 'em
when they're restless. l. never saw
such q woman for managing chill
dren."
"Mrs. Vaughan had better attend