Identifier: goldenweddingoth00stua (find matches)
Title: A golden wedding, and other tales
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: Stuart, Ruth McEnery, 1856-1917
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Publisher: New York, Harper
Contributing Library: University Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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, though Im not rightshore. I trus neither of us 11 ever be pushed tosay nothin thet wont stand in the Jedgment fothe truth. Sis. Ring the bell, honey. An dontferget to offer secon cups o tea. Wait—yoreplacket-holes a-gappin; lemme pin it. Thatsit. Kitty, Kitty ! Come here, Tom ! I declare,Tom gets his neck-ribbon awful twisted. Ringnow, Sis ! The entertaining of five strange, college-bredmen, who talked familiarly of things beyond theirken, albeit the bird-theme was a bond of symi^a-thy between them—was a somewhat formidableundertaking to these old, timid women of narrowand hitherto protected lives, though they had con-gratulated themselves many times to-day thatthe household was perpared for em, even downto Tom. When supper was over to-night and Mr. Saun-ders, with a formality that was significant, beggedan interview with the ladies in the parlor, theywere seized anew with a vague mistrust. These Yankee men, who wore the United Statesinitials promiscuous about their persons, and
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THE womans exchange 351 made so free with the telegraph, might be—What ? Spies ? Detectives ? Neither confided to the other what, in truth,was but a suspicion of a suspicion, as they repairedtogether to their chambers to secure their turkey-tailed fans and fresh hemstitched handkerchiefs,and slip bits of orris-root into their mouths. The gentlemen were already assembled, and themeeting lost nothing, but rather gained in for-mality, on the entrance of the twins, who, bowingslightly, proceeded to seat themselves side by sideupon the sofa. Ladies, said Mr. Saunders, rising, yesterdaya party of tired men came to your door, askingfor supper and a nights lodging. They had comefrom a distant brilliant city, with its art-galleries,its institutions of learning, its glare, its music.Coming into this little inland Arkansas town,they expected to find rich, deep forests and fertilefields, tilled by true-hearted children of the soil.Within your hospitable door they hoped for whatSolomon .meant wh

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