The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1899-12-20
DECEMBER 90 1890

the traces Of her tears, put her eyes
were red when she c;,Iue into the din
ing room.
"What's the matter, Mary Ann?" ask
ed Jim.
Marion disliked to be called MARY
Ann" and she did not answer.
Been mapping already this morning.
Mary Ann?" asked Jack.
"Say, Mary Ann, Mary Ann" con-
tinued Cattle.
81 would thank you to call me by my
proper name" said Marion when She
could endure the teasing no longer.
"You know we'll enough that my name
is not Mary Ann"
Marion. your hair is awful red when
the sun shines on it," said Matilda.
"You can't deny it. III get you my
hand mirror
II don't want your hand mirror" said
Marion.
One Of the boys now said "Reddy!'
and the new nickname was repeated
amid shouts of loughter.
The cousins did not really intend to
be unkind, but they loved to tease.
When Aunt Patience was tired of the
noise, she came bustlng in from the
kitchen with her sleeves rolled up. "Be
still, every one of you" she said sharp
ly. Its enough to make body wish
rhric ho
carry on. Here. you. Jim and Jack!
Go right out and shovel the snow off
the road to the gate. And you, 10, so
into the woodhouse and cut kindling,
And you. Tillie and Cathie, go dust the
parlor furniture
This command left Marion alone in
the dining room. Soon she found her
self nodding over her sewing. "Oh,
dearr' she thought. Il wish didn't
get these sleepy spells! The boys will
soon be coming in. Oh. for some place
to 60 and sleep quietly"
She looked at the. big sofa. which
was a sofa bed Of the kind that folds
back. Marion noticed shelf under
meath the cushioned springs. Evident
ly this was intended to be utilized as
place to keep bedding. The shelf was
empty. however. save for little pill
low and an old shawl and width Of
lining cloth hung from the top. con-
cealng the opening. The contrivance
reminded Marion cf berth in a sleep
ing car. and she had a sudden inspira-
70 int hn
treat and take her nap unseen, and so
escape moiestation.
Aunt Patience was hard at work in
the kitchen preparing for Christmas
when a rap at the door announced
stranger.
Good morning, madam" said
pleasant voice that seemed to suit the
amiable, CHEEKY face partially muf-
fed in a sealckin cap. Have you
any Old furniture to sell? It's my busi-
ness to buy Old articles that are in
demand. renew them in my shop in
town and sell them as antiques" The
man handed Mrs. Croftroad business
card on which was printed, "Cassius
Quinette, Dealer In Antique Furni'
ture"
Well" said Aunt Patience. show
ing the man irto the dining room. Il
don't care if you make-an antique out
of that old sofa. It's only a romping
place for the children. and they've got
the cloth nearly all torn off it."
Eyes, | see." smiled the man good
naturedly. He gave the springs of the
sofa a downward press with his hands,
examined the mahogany veneering and
then offered Mrs. Croftroad q sum Of
money that made her smile.
Take it, and welcome" she said,
glad to be rid Of what was to her an
eyesore and nuisance.
With the help Of Jim and Jack the
sofa was presently loaded on the wag-
on of the purchaser. and directly Mr..
Cassius Quinette was driving along
the smooth white road to town, con-
graduating himself on his latest bar
gain. In the city Mr.. Quinette and his
wife occupied the dwelling part Of the
house over the store and workroom.
They had their living apartments ar
ranged very cozily, for they both had
good taste and plenty Of means to
crafty it.
"Oh, yes. have every comfort and
luxury" Mrs. Quinette would ac-
knowledge wien her friends expressed