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

ent of your wedding-dress, and sorie-
thing handsome into the bargain"
And Winnie. her comely face flush
ing as she drew out the pie, smiled,
and remarked that the oven was very
hot.
That evening, after supper, she and
her uncle had long talk together.
Next day was Sunday day, bright
and warm as June.
''Marthy," said Perrot, "wouldnt !
you like to step to tho church round
the corner?' It's only little way, and
the fresh air and sunshine would do
you good"
'If had I the strength" said Mrs,
Perrot, plaintively, "and wasn't SO
liable to catch cold, Mrs. Massey
thinks my lungs ere threatened
''Does she? Well, I'm sorry to hear
it" said Perrot, with nm air of con-
cern. Perhaps you'd as well stay in
by the fire, and take care of yourself
though I do feel rather lonesome
going to church every Sunday by
myself, and The children don't be ehave
near so we'll without you to look after
them"
Poor things!' said the invalid,
with sigh, "they may too soon know
what it is toneed mothers care. I do
hope, Samuel, that you will give them
one who will be good and kind to
them, though nobody can ever fill the
place OF real mother.''
"Wby, yes, Marthy. You must
know that 1 would never think of
choosing any but q good woman to
fill your place in the family" re-
piled Perrot, meekly.
His wife glanced up sharply, but he
was slowly stroking his chin and star
ing at the ceiling.
Mrs. Perrot read her Bible and
hynp;boek BIZ the sfrersghile Isasinias
Who Stayed at home to attend to the
dinner, peeped through the blinds at
the people returning from church.
"How many more women there are
than men!" she observed. ."And
there comes Uncle Samuel. How
well he looks! don't seem to have
grown any older than he used to be.
Why, Aunt Martha, who's that lady
he's walking with?"
"Oid Mrs. Badger, is it," said Mrs.
Perrot, looking up from her book.
ooh no-nothing like her. She's
rather young and handsome.
Mrs. Perrot found strength enough
to walk to the window.
"Why, it's that Widow Vaughan,
who's on visit to the Browns, oppo-
site. How could he have picked her
up?"
"Maybe she picked him up" sug-
gested Lavinia, knowingly. GIVE
always heard that young widows are
ready to have any man wait on them,
married or single.
''She looks pert enough" said Mrs.
Perrot, disparagingly.
Her husband came in presently,
looking pleased and cheerful.
81 wish you'd have gone to church,
Marthy. We had a good sermon, and
its delightful day for walking"
"How did you pick up that frisky
Widow Vaughan?" inquired Mrs.
Perrot, abruptly.
"Well 1 happened to come out of
church at the same time with the
Browns, and they said something
about the sermon, and somehow Mrs.
Vaughan and me dropped behind.
She's q very fine woman, and m
agreeable talker.' -
"Chatters away all the time like o
poll-parrot Never gives anybody
q chance to say anything"
"She asked about you and was very
sorry when I told her how bad you
were. She offered to look after Ellen
and Tommy at church, and keep them
quiet"
"she did, did she? I'd like to see
the woman that I'd let meddle with
my children'' said Mrs. Perrot, in
dignantly.
In her excitement she forgot to take
her medicine an omission which she
only discovered next morning, and
was surprised that she had not'sufered
from it.
"I wouldn't take it to-day either,
Aunt Martha, if I were you," said
Lavinia. "Neither the sassafras tea,
which, if it does purify the blood, i'm
poverishes it, too, and makes you thin
and pale. I've heard Doctor Graves
say SO. Why, only year ago you
were as plump and rosy as-as Mrs.
Vaughan, for instance-and, now you
look ten years older. Iremember how
Uncle Samuel used to admire you. He
likes fullness and COLOR
"I'm considering my health, and not
my good looks, as you ought to know,
replied Mrs. Perrot, icily.
ButLavinia noticed that she took
only two draughts of sassafras tea that
day, and on the third the yellow pitcher
which had generally stood steaming by
the fire, silently disappeared, and was
no more seen or heard Of
"The chrysantheums in the front
yard"-Mr. Perrot never could re-
to say "chrysanthemum"-
"are looking really splendid; but they
won't stand the first frost. Hadn't
you better send some of EN- around
to your friends, Marthy? Mrs.
Vaughan, I know, would like some.
They're her favorite flowers.
"How. do you know that?" inquired
his wife, sharply.
ooh, sue happened to mention it in
the store to-day"
"Whatwas she doing in your store?"
"Why, she merely stepped in with
Mrs. Brown, who wanted sugar; and
while Greener was showing her the