The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1898-09-24
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unnatural way of solving the riddle,
but I am placed just now in position
where conventional form and mere
surface inquiry are actually worse
than nothing. will 60 back again to
the pictured visions of my boyhood,
and temporarily play the part of the
disguised sultan who visited the
streets of the eastern city, seeing life
as from his throne he never could
have had the opportunity to behold
its various phases. Hetty's real
friendship for me deserves that the
matter should be tested-and if she
is really right, why then"
Mr.. Carisforde did not finish the
sentence--it Wa not an alternative
upon which he liked to look.
Miss Deerhaven, released from the
duties of preceptress Of the little
schoolhouse at the crossroads, was
stretched upon the kitchen lounge, in
no very picturesque dishabille, her
feet thrust into loose slippers, her vel
low hair pushed back, and a novel in
her hands, while the six younger
Deerhavens were playing about the
floor, and their mother, flushed and
wearied with her long days work
which was not yet approaching its end,
bent over the cooking stove when a
knock sounded on the outer door. Miss
Deerhaven started to her feet.
eff it should be anybody" she ex-
claimed, soto yoce, "and I such 9
fgurer'
ooh, pshaw"said Joseph, the eldest
boy. "Jule's visitors all 60 to the front
door, and old Carisforde has gone to
New York, cause Miss Hetty told me
so when took a pail Of blackberries
up there to sell this mornin'"
"Will you stop your noise" said
Miss Julia, imperiously, cor I'll give
you something that will make you!
Mother, why don't you 60 to the
door,"
81 thought perhaps you were going,
my DEAR" said the farmers wife,
humbly.
"Well, I'm not" said Julia, petu-
lantly. 81 should think you might
know enough for that, and me in this
dress! Hurry up, why don't your"
Mrs. Deerhaven obeyed her pretty
daughters not very dutiful injunction,
and found herself confronting tall,
slouching-looking fellow, with his hat
drawn down over his eyes and both
hands in his pockets.
"Heerd as how Farmer Deerhaven
wanted hand to help along with his
hayin'," was the explanation of the
errand that had brought him, "and,
bein' as l was out of work"
"Mr. Deerhaven isn't in" said the
farmers wife. Hes after the COWS. "
"Well, now, if that amt too badr'
said the hand; "and me come all the
way from Smiths Forks!'
"But I expect he'll be back pre-
sently," said Mrs. Deerhaven; won't
you sit down and wait a spell?"
Don't care if I do" said the
stranger, dropping his whole weight
upon one of the Aat-bottomed chairs.
P'raps, miss, there, would give me q
glass of water.
Julia stared haughtily at him with
out deigning to notice his request,
while Mrs. Deerhaven, moving slowly
and YEARLY across the floor, brought
him q gourd-shell full of clear, drip
ping water from the cedar pail by the
door.
"Ain't lost the use O. her limbs, nor
nothin', has she?" drawled the harvest
hand.
"Why?" asked the mother. "No,
of course not-but why do you ask?"
"Out our way, gals don't lop down
on sofys and let their mothers do all
the work." explained the newcomer,
unless they've got rheumatic or chills
and fever, or such-like ailmentr'
"Mother!" interrupted Julia, sharply,
while the indignant color rose to her
cheek, eff you don't stop those chill
dren's racket I shall go upstairs and
stay-they're enough to drive one
crazy! AS for you, sir" to the man
with the slouched hat, which he had
not had the courtesy to remove. "I'll
trouble you to mind your own bust
ness"
"Sartinly, man," answered the
farmland with chuckle- and Julia
vented the wrath she could not reason
ably e4pend on him in sounding
box on the ear, bestowed on Augustus
Frederic, her third brother, who broke
into a howl.
"Ma," cried this promising youth,
"ain't she to stop? She's all the time
knockin' me round, and my arms are
black and blue where she bit me last
night? It is, you cross thingp with
grimace at Miss Deerhaven, whose
eyes shone just then with anything
but dovelike expression, "and Til
be glad when old Carisforde marries
you, and takes you off away from here,
so the-e-ere, now"
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