The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1922-05-18

Bridget:
1T does beat all how popular this
house Is with the ladies--after college
hour"!'
And Bridget chuckled and answered
back:
"Where in the world do you pick up
these people?" And she brought out
that "these people" so disagreeably
Why, you'd think Mr.. Livingstone was
a foreign Japanese, or something.
I told her then quietly, and with
dignity, and with no temper (showing),
that Mr.. Livingstone was not foreign
japanese, but was very nice gentle
man; and that 1 had not picked him
up. He came to her own door himself,
almost every day.
"My own door" exclaimed Aunt
Jane. And she looked absolutely
frightened. "You mean to tell me that
that creature has been coming here to
see you, and I not know itT
I told her then-again quietly and
with dignity, and without temper
(showing)-that he had been coming.
not to see me, but in the natural pur-
suance of his profession of delivering
groceries. And I said that he wss
not q cy.ature. On the contrary, he
was, was sure, an estimable young
man. He went to her own church and
Sunday school. Besides, could vouch
for him myself, as knew him we'll,
having seen and talked with him al
most every day for long while, when
he came to the house.
But nothing I could say seemed to
have the least effect upon her at all,
only to make her angrier and angrier,
if anything. In fact I think she
showed a great deal of temper for
Christian woman about fellow Chris
tian in her own church.
But she wouldn't let me 60 to the
picnic; and not only that, but I think
she changed grocers, for Mr.. Living
stone hasn't been here for a long time,
and when I asked Susie where he was
she looked funny, and said we weren't
getting our groceries where Mr.. Liv.
ingstone worked any longer.
Well, of course, that ended that.
And there hasn't been any other since.
That's why say my love story doesn't
seem to be getting along very well.
Naturally, when it gets noised around
town that your Aunt Jane won't let
you 60 anywhere with a young man,
or let a young man come to see you,
or even walk home with you after the
first time-why, the young men aren't
going to do very much toward making
your daily life into love story.
TWO WEEKS LATER.
A queer thing happened last night.
It was like this:
think I said before what an aw-
fully stupid time Mary is having Of it,
and how couldn't play now, or make
any noise, cause Father has taken to
hanging around the house so much.
Well, listen what happened:
Yesterday Aunt Jane went to spend
the day with her best friend. She
said for me not to leave the house, as
some member of the family should be
there. She told me to sew an hour,
weed an hour, dust the house down.
stairs and upstairs, and read some i'm
proving book an hour. The rest OF
the time / might amuse myself.
Amuse myself! A jolly time I could
have all by myself! Even Father
wasn't to be home for dinner, so l
wouldn't have that excitement. he
was out Of town, and was not to come
home till six o'clock.
It was an awfully hot day. The sun
just beat down, and there wasn't
breath Of air. By noon I was simply
crazy with my stuny, long-sleeved.
high-necked blue gingham dress and
my great clumpy shoes. 1t seemed all
Of a sudden as if 1 couldn't stand it
not another minute-not a single min
ute more-to be Mary, mean. And
suddenly determined that for while,
Just q little while, I'd be Marie again.
Why couldn't I? There wasn't any,
body going to be there but just my
self, all day long.
I ran then upstairs to the guest
room closet where Aunt Jane had made
me put all my Marie dresses and
things when the Mary ones came.
Well. I got out the very flufiest, soft
est white dress there was there, and
the little white slippers and the silk
stockings that I loved, and the blue
silk sash, and the little gold locket
and chain that Mother gave me that
Aunt Jane wouldn't let me wear. And
I dressed Up. My, didn't dress up!
And just threw those old heavy shoes
and black cotton stockings into the
corner, and the blue gingham dress
after them Though Mary went right
away and picked the dress up, and
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