The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1901-08-23

81 would, too-oo. A gyirl amt like a

II would, too-oo. A gyirl amt like a
man"
Nom; you're right, they amt. 1t
says in all the books that women is
withouten no heart and mans destroy
er. That's the 'pinion of the wise
men"
1t was sunset before the two could
abandon the delights of quarreling and
return to the house. There the stir of
getting a company supper made pic
ture of Kaleidoscope activity, half
homely, half weird against the soft
twilight of the woods and fields. From
the kitchen a broad, shifting flare of
freight shone forth, through which
dark, turbaned figures fitted deftly
back and forth, carrying covered dish
es, while children and dogs of all colors
and sizes appeared and disappeared on
every side. Mrs. Todd, Lucinda's moth
er, treated Ethan with an effusive hos.
pitality intended to atone for what we
might call the heated Indifference
shown by her sister.
1t shows how absorbing and delight
full topic was Lucindas misconduct
that this afternoon it had displaced the
natural theme of the hour, and that a
good one too. Mrs. Simms and Ethan
were stopping overnight with the Todds
on their way to wedding. Lucinda
was to 60 with them, and on the NOR
j row the three were to set out. A horse.
back journey of So miles more was the
price, or the premium, for this social
| experience.
"If you had any proper shame" said
Mrs. Simms that night after the candle
was out, taking an unfair advantage
of the fact that she was sharing Lucn-
da's bed, you'd be too humbled to
Ethan too! I'd never show my face
with you if Milly Anson warn't my
own Cousins stepdaughter and her
mammy's family all bein so dreadful
! thin skinned about the way Sarah's
kin treats her. Now. praise the Lord,
this is the last upsettin botheration
Sarah'll have to have with Milly, and
she's been trial enough, for more ad-
! die pated fy-up-the-creek than that
pasty faced gal this settlement amt
never seed. Howsomever," Mrs. Simms
quickly added, remembering her text,
'tain't becomin in me to talk longs
she amt never done nothin to ekal my
own flesh and blood niece. ] tried hard
enough yesterday to get that fool of
boy to go on with me to old Squire
Hunts for the night, but he Jest vowed
that he'd come here or nary q step to
no weddin would he stir He amt no
respeck for hisself. l can't see what
use a woman's got for sch a sowf
mush of man"
This bait failed of bite. Mindful of
/ the mornings early start, Lucinda was
successfully giving her exclusive atten-
tion to the business of getting to sleep.
She was not going to disturb herself
She might shed tears of repentance
when with Ethan She had none to
spend for Aunt Emmy's delectation.
Probably she comprehended that Aunt
| Emmy was well pleased at the worst.
She adored Lucinda and loved dearly
to see her have her own way. Her
vanity was gratified for the whole sex
at the daring with which the girl risk
ed the loss of a lover and kept him,
and she had an unsurpassed opportu-
nifty for the dear joy of hectoring her
younger sister, the poor lady without
"gover' ment." In fact, she was never
better pleased in her life.
The sun was just rising next day
when the three horses were brought up
to the great wooden block by the front
gate. And such a day as it was, all
gold lighted blue and gold stepped dewy
greenness!
whats keepin Lucindy? Does the
gal think we're jest a-goin to the fork
Of the road and that she's got halfen
the day to spend putin q ridip skyert
over her headq" fused Mrs Simms as
she gathered up the copperas dyed cot
ton folds of her own travelling costume
and gave final adjusting punch to the
saddlebags.
''Lucindy! Lucindy! Come out herer
called her mother sharply, desiring to
demonstrate her denied powers Of fam