The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1905-02-04

t | fashionable. Mebby it'll look differen
made up. Stand still, there's goo
boy, and let me see how big you are.
Make EN- plenty long ordere
Miss Lodusky. Il mus,rust he'll star
a-growing if l can ever get him file
up"
William stood like a statue, bu
when the measuring process was fin
ished, he repeated:
Il won't wear yellow trousers"
Miss Lodusky shifted, and met Will
Jams ultimatum with her own. "Whe,
those trousers are done you'll wea
'em or go without" said she
Taking pan from the sink cup
board, she stalled out Of the room t
get some potatoes for dinner. AS there
were no further commands laid upon
him, William turned and marched out
of-doors, and Miss Lodusky held hel
head not one whit higher than he held
| his.
MY land" thought Mrs. Cobb, ting
ling all over with an excitement not
wholly unpleasant. Amt he spunky
little shaver? Well, I don't blame him
much. Nobody but an old maid would
think Of making boy wear yellow
trousers, anyway"
Miss Lodusky pared her potatoes and
put them on to boil with the air of one
who would conquer or die. When din
ner was on the table, she marched to
| the door with the tread of a grenadier.
and called "William," in a voice every
tone of which declared, NO compro-
mise
William appeared promptly, after
making his toilet at the cstern pump
in the wood-house. If his eyes were a
trifle pink it was doubtless due to soap
suds getting into them
Miss Ludusky was generous foe.
She heaped snowy mound of mashed
potato upon Williams plate, delused
it with gravy, and added a big piece
Of ham, brown without and pink with
in.
William thanked her, and fell to
work with a good appetite.
ling out to the corn-ield, a pleasan:
place in that warm golden afternoon
OF late October, and Miss Lodushy.
when she had finished the dishes. Dat
on her glasses and sat down to sew ca
small Bingham shirt, while Mrs. Co5b
stitched away at the trousers.
When they were all done bat sewing
on the buttons, pity for William
moved Mrs. Cobb to offer a suggestion.
Il suppose you can color EN- sic
said, with sidelong glance at Miss L.
dusky.
Il shan't!" answered that lady, bit
ing off words and thread together.
He'll look a fright" remarked the
little tailoress.
He won't scare me nor Old Liza
nor the hens" was the valiant reply.
THE boys'll plague the life out Of
him when he starts to school,
If he can't stand plaguing he's made
Of poorer timber than l give him credit
for
Mrs. Cobb sighed, gave up the battle,
and sewcd on the buttons with double
waxed thread.
Inc next morning, when William
aWoke, a new bingham shirt and the
yellow trousers, neatly folded, lay on
the foot of the bed. His Sunday suit
was gone from the closet and his old
clothes had. been spirited away in the
night
"William!"
Miss Lodusky's voice and the allur-
ng fragrance OF buckwheat cakes
,ame up the back stairs together Per-
laps the ore made the other bearable
At any rate, William accepted his de-
eat with good grace, all things con-
idered, only kicking the "old-gold"
twice round the room before
them AID going down to
'reakfast. Mrs. Cobb looked her SYM
'athy as he entered the kitchen. Miso
1odusky, magnanimous conuueror that
he was, flooded his cakes with mamie.
irup.
You needn't go to the field today.
she said, pleasantly. ITS
yet and drizzly this morning. After
he chores are done you can 70 to
hucking walnuts in the barn loft.
listrust they're not overly dry, but
on can work away at 'em and keen
ut Of mischief"
Well said Mrs. Cobb, a little re- Z
retfully, when William had departed. ,
ne gave in eastern l thought. He's t
retty spirited. l thought he'd have
tantrum. | really did
Much good it'd do him." shifted
ISIS Lodusky. William is spirited 2
wouldn't give cent for a hoy that G
asn't.-but he's got good sense. too" ,
Later in tie forenoon she baked a s
onderful gingerbread man for Will Y
N, for, privately, she had expected .
le tantrum herself. .
Out in the barn loft the valnuts q
ere receiving the benefit of Williams r
ltraged feelings. With his heart hot O
thin him he banged away at the i,
'Omatic heap. =
Not being thoroughly Cry. the nuts s
led their brown felt oyercoats relue. O.
n.ly. Williams fingers grew clark. e