Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1900-12-14
SAVANNAH COUNTY, FRIDAY
the man who made me made them toe
long. 1t was dreadful"

ioh6s ~ was
swell, as / was about to say" shiv-
cred the settee, everything under the
sun sat on me from little pickaninny
baby to the general of the army. /
used to get tired once in awhile and
declare just wouldn't hold another
person. One day the dirtiest old tramp
came in and had the impudence to sit
on my fine cushions.
81 had just made up my mind to COM
plain of pain in my leg to the revolv-
ing chair by the desk, and then try to
dislocate one OF my bones and throw
the tramp on the floor, when the door
opened, and Bridget-the fussy old
woman who would whisk every scrap
of dirt off me every time she came into
the room, even to digging out the holes
the buttons were sewed Unopened the
door, and in walked the most beautiful
thing ever laid eyes on"
"You must be blind now" suggested
the cane seated piazza chair, looking
at the little white rocker, whereupop
she rocked more violently than ever to
hide her embarrassment.
ut was young lady who had hurt
her ankle and come with her mother to
see the doctor. The old tramp jumped
up, and as l was the most comfortable
seat in the room, they sat down. O.,
joyous moment! Had my arms only
been 1exible!" Here the old settee
sighed and leaned against the green
window shutter.
"Well," he continued in a minute,
when the doctor came into the room
l could see that he was pleased, too
The tramp was disposed of in short
order, and then the doctor talked with
Miss Lynn-Faith Lynn, she said her
name was.
"Many happy days for the doctor and
for me followed. l had the advantage
of the doctor in one way, but he could
shake hands with her when she came
and went, which certainly ought to
have satisfied him.
HE began to grow very thoughtful,
indeed, and instead of spending his
leisure time in study, as he usually
did, he went out great deal. One
night he came in quite late, and acted
in such a queer way that thought he
had gone insane. He looked at himself
in the mirror from top to toe, examined
his hair, his eyes and his mustache
thoroughly, and finally said aloud:
"'You're not such bad looking
chap, after all, Jack--perhaps you've a
chance
Then he came over and sat down on
me for awhile, thinking deeply. Sud.
denly he jumped up, flung my cushions
across the room and shouted: I'll do
it'll do it to-morrow-what's that,
you old duffer?' he added, turning tc
me. Il mist be growing crazy. de.
clare / thought the settee spoke!'
II had spoken, of course, and quite
freely, too, about his treatment of my
cushions, but / said nothing more.
swell, / did not see Miss Lynn for
some days, and the next time she came
in it was with the doctor, and they
both looked SO happy, and he kissed
her right then and there. could feel
my green cushions almost turn red.
was SO shocked In a minute under.
stood, though, when they sat down to.
gether on me and discussed the date for
the wedding"
The old settee stopped and cleared
his throat, which had become quite
husky.
"And was Mrs. Gregg Miss Lynn be.
fore she married the doctor?" asked
the little white rocker, softly.
"Yes-and l held the bride on her
wedding day when she felt faint and
had to rest" said the settee. Here
comes Miss Phyllis, who is the image
of her mother"
| Phyllis Gregg, her cheeks rosy from
brisk early morning walk and her
golden hair blowing kisses to them,
came up the steps with her sister Doro.
thy, aged ~.
"See how human the chairs look,
Dorothy" she said. "You could almost
imagine that fathers old settee Ind
been telling stories of the times when
it was young-the others seem to be
turning toward it to listen"
isn't that funny!" cried Dorothy
her black eyes sparkling. phyllis, I'm
going to take the little white rocker
upstairs. 1t is SO pretty and need a
rocker in my room," and she proceeded
to carry it off, never noticing the
groans of the settee, the panied look
the cane-seated chair gave her, the ap.
proval of the old red rocker or the de
| light of the little white one on her way
to explore the mysteries of the world
Boston Globe.