v GOLDEN THE CAKE-WALK. [See p. 191.] A GOLDEN WEDDING AND OTHER TALES BY KUTH McENERY STUART ILLUSTRATED NEW YORK AND LONDON HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS BOOKS BY RUTH McENERY STUART A GOLDEN WEDDING. Illustrated. .Post Svo $1.50 CARLOTTA'S INTENDED. Illustrated. .Post Svo 1.50 Forget-me-not Edition. Illustrated. ...... 1.25 STORY OF BABETTE. Illustrated. . . .Post Svo 1.50 THE WOMAN'S EXCHANGE i6mo .50 Forget-me-not Edition. Illustrated .... Svo 1.25 OLCJMC{N CROW'S CHRISTMAS POCKETS. Ill'd. *./i : : Post Svo 1.25 IN* S!MPKINSVILLE. Illustrated. .. .Post Svo 1.25 MtSRiAH's BURNING. Illustrated ... Post Svo 1.25 THE/S^CO;*) WOOING OF SALINA SUE. Post Svo 1.25 THE SNOW-CAP SISTERS i6mo, Paper .25 HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS, N. Y. Copyright, 1893, by HARPER & BROTHERS. All right* r turned. TO MY FRIEND MR. HENRY MILLS ALDEN 459199 CONTENTS PAGE A GOLDEN WEDDING 3 LAMENTATIONS OF JEREMIAH JOHNSON. . . 45 UNCLE MINGO'S " SPECULATIOMS " 69 THE WIDDER JOHNSING 95 CHEISTMAS GIFTS 129 "BLINK" 157 JESSEKIAH BROWN'S COURTSHIP 189 CRAZY ABE 217 QUEEN ANNE . . 249 CAMELIA RICCARDO 263 THE WOMAN'S EXCHANGE OF SIMPKINSVILLE. 307 "OH, SHOUTIN'S MIGHTY SWEET" .... 359 LUCINDY ... . 363 ILLUSTEATIONS THE CAKE-WALK Frontispiece. "SMOKE GOT SOCIABLE WAYS, AIN'T IT?" Facing p. 6 THE WEDDING, LONG AGO " 10 "L LOOK LIKE i AIN'T ONDERSTAN' YER GOOD" " 20 AFTER THE GOLDEN WEDDING ... "34 "WHO DELY?" " 40 " TO SEE HER STANDIN' THERE AGAIN, A-SAYIN' THEM SAME WORDS" . " 334 "THE HOUSEHOLD WAS PERPARED FOR 'EM, EVEN DOWN TO TOM" . . " 350 A GOLDEN WEDDING A GOLDEN WEDDING TT was Christmas Eve in New Orleans, and the -*- air was fragrant with the mingled perfume of sweet olive, violets, and roses, while lace curtains, floating in and out of second -story windows, caught and wafted into sunny chambers a hint of orange blossoms lured into untimely bloom by the treacherous wooing of a Southern December. So Christmas was coming to two old people who sat to-day on the front porch of a little hovel back of town. Each sat in front of a door, and they were separated by a board partition which divided the house into tenements. A man sat on one side, a woman on the other. Both were old, both black, both silent and contemplative. Though he sat back near his door, in the min gled shadow of the low roof and an orange-tree, we perceive at a glance that the old man was characterized, as to personal appearance, by con spicuous baldness, exaggerated in effect by a lux uriant growth of bushy white hair, which clung about his temples, extending in a low line around the back of his head. A scant, grizzly beard cov ered his face and chin, and he was apparently entirely toothless. 4 ; / A GOLDEN WEDDING He had been engaged for several hours in split ting pine kindling, which he tied into little parcels of uniform size. After he had finished his task to-day, the old man sat for some time quite still, with an air of alert listening. Presently, however, he rose suddenly (though his motions were nervous and labored), and taking his stool with him, reseated himself near the edge of the gallery, exactly opposite a narrow opening made by a broken plank in the partition. Knocking here as at a door, while he peered curiously through the aperture, he called out, " Oh, Sister Garrett ! is you home, Sis' Garrett ?" As " Sister Garrett " rises to respond to the call, we perceive that she too is very old and bent, while a certain fashion of contracting her brows and looking intently before her shows that her dim-looking eyes are failing in vision. She also takes her chair with her as she ap proaches the partition wall, and placing it quite near the opening, seats herself with laborious de liberation. The old man inclined his head in a way almost courtly, as he said, by way of greeting : " I sholy is proud ter see you home, Sis' Garrett. I 'lowed dat I ketched de soun' o' yo' footfalls dis rnawnin' on yo' side, an' I listened, an' I 'ain't heerd 'em no mo', an' I kep' a-listenin', 'caze I craved ter heah you a-meanderin' 'round ; but I 'ain't heerd no mo* tell jes now I heerd yer sneeze." A GOLDEN WEDDING 5 The woman laughed. " Is dat so, Br'er Thorm- son ? I know I is a loud sneezer. De idee o' you takin' note o' me a-sneezin' ! Well, well, well ! Business mus' be sort o' slow, sho' 'nough, ef you 'ain't got nuttn' better ter do 'n ter set up a-list'- nin' ter me a-sneezin'. De Lord save us ! You is a case, sho !" And Sister Garrett laughed again a peal of high-noted laughter worthy of a light- hearted and a younger woman. The inborn spirit of coquetry never dies in some women, and if it seems to be sleeping, it takes only the inspiration of a masculine presence to rouse it into interest ing play. Sister Garrett was a woman of this type. If it had been hers to die of old age, the coquette in her would still have died young. It was the optimistic temper, of which this was an indication, which made her lonely neighbor welcome the sound of her footsteps. The stolid old man was entirely guiltless of anything in the least degree personal when he re ferred to her sneezing, and yet the implication of courtesy rather pleased him. He looked through the hole in the wall at the old woman, and laughed. " Dey's a sociable soun' ter yo' sneeze, Sis' Gar rett, an' a man livin' like I does by he's lone se'f, he fin's a heap o'comp'ny in a good, frien'ly sneeze a-comin' f 'om 'crost de partitiom. Hit tecks orf a heap o' de lonesorneness o' Chris'mus. Look like hit calls my min' f 'om 'way back yonder, an' brings me ter myse'f, like. Time a pusson gits ole, look 6 A GOLDEN WEDDING like Chris'mus is a lonesome day, any way yer tecks it. I trus' you's come home ter stay over Chris'mus, Sister Garrett ?" " Yas, sir ; I 'lowed ter come an' set out heah on de po'ch an' sneeze ter keep you comp'ny, Br'er Thormson." " How you does run on !" said Thompson, fool ishly ; but the woman continued, more seriously : " Yas ; I come home fur good. I'm done beat out an' burned out a-stan'in' over cook-pots, an' I ain't a-gwine ter do it stiddy no mo'." "How you gwine do, Sis' Garrett? I knows you ain't a-gwine ter stay home an' set down, dry so !" " Huccome you so cuyus 'bout me, Br'er Thorm son ? You is de cuyuses' man ! Huccome you know I 'ain't struck de lottery ?" " I jes teckin' a neighborly intruss, Sis' Garrett; I ain't mean no harm." " Ef you so neighborly, Br'er Thormson, hue- come you 'ain't axed me is I run out o' terbacker?" The old man shuffled to his feet, and soon brought from his room a paper of the weed, his pipe, and a match. The old woman took her own pipe from her pocket, and presently two columns of smoke, ris ing from opposite sides, blew into a mingled cloud above the partition, and moved before them tow ard the south, crossing the old woman's yard. " Smoke got sociable ways, 'ain't it ?" said she, as she watched the misty cloud. " I puffs an' you "SMOKE GOT SOCIABLE WAYS, AIN'T IT?' A GOLDEN WEDDING 7 puffs, an' time de partition! gives 'em a chance, de two smokes look like dee des nachelly goes to- gedder." "I see dee moves todes de souf," replied the old man, " an' I looks fur a snap o' fros' ter-night, an' I'll be 'j'iced ter see it, ter week up de kin- dlin' trade. Look like a pusson mought starve at dis business ef dis warm winter ain't play out soon." " I hates a hot Chris'mus," said the old woman. "I hates it an' I loves it," he replied, with a touch of feeling " yas, I hates it, 'caze seem like hit's onnachel an' 'ceitful, like pusson a pusson kyant trus', what 'd put up a warm cheek fur yer ter kiss, an' maybe nex' minute turn de col' shoul der on yer. I hates it dat-a-way ; but ag'in, I loves it on de 'count o' de ricollectioms hit brings me. De nappies' day o' my life was a hot Chris' mus de day I got ma'yed, when I was yong an' full o' sperit." The old woman looked at him quickly.