Tripping with the Tucker Twins

ur experience of the morning, but the cheerful Zebedee always made for t

t, as that is the nea

the woman buried there insisted that her husband should go to no trouble or expense to mark her grave. She said that she had been very comfortable in that same bed and would rest very easy under it and that it would soon rot away a

r.' Keats thought he was dead to the world, and see how he lives; and this poo

she must have been very hard-worked and perhaps longed for a few more minutes in bed every morning, and

ou will be so sorry you didn't let me sleep just a little while longer." (It had been my job ever since I started to room with the Tuc

eel very sad or quiet in old, old graveyards?"

No one feels very sorry for the dead; it is the living that are left to mourn. Old cemeteries are to me the

tted herself into our crowd with delightful eas

ar to the Great Divide that very morning for talk of new-

d in it. The bells were seized during the Revolution and shipped and sold in England, where they were purchased by a former Charleston merchant and shipped back again. During the Civil War they were sent to Columbia for safekeeping, but were so badly injured when Columbi

in the churchly spirit," said Lou

cannon for the Confederacy, and for lack of funds up to the present time they have not been replac

ency to baldness right on top that rather added to his intellectual appearance. His wife was quite pretty, young, and with a look of race and breeding that was most striking. Her hair was red gold, and she had perhaps the sweetest blue eyes I had ever beheld. Her eyes just matc

knowledging, as it were, having seen us in the hotel. We of course eagerly responded, delighted at the encounter. We had discussed them at length, and almost decided they were bride and gr

the City Hall," said the gentleman to Zebedee, as he courte

sting city can tell us more about it," and in a little while all

ything of note, and then we followed him to the

ice of unusual beauty and dignity, has remained intact since 1845. The preacher, a dear old man of over eighty, who is totally blind, has been pastor of

ts," enthused the young wife-"Mazyck, Ravenel, Porcher, de

ound like an echo

, isn't he, Louis?" asked Claire. "My brother

our name

ors, naming all of us in turn; and then the gentleman told

ains and in parks, and many an item for my notebook did I get in this way. Zebedee says he thinks it is all right just so you don't pick out some flashy flatterer. Of course we never did that, but confined our chance acquaintance

rleston long?" asked

d by it, but long to get out of

irls there for a few days while I run over to Columbi

would trust me," said Mrs. Green, flushing

too kind to make such an

ly ladies. We heard only this morning that they are contemplating taking someone into their home." Tweedles and I exchanged glances; mine w

e ladies we would be so grateful to you!" said Zebede

s!

to go there, too, and she will look

if the girls would like t

chaperone in our lives but once, and

promised to see the Misses Laurens in re

the College of Wellington and had all kinds of degrees that entitled him

"although we have got a fine big girl of our own over a year old, whom we have lef

know, Dum and I just stood Page d

? These young ladies tho

did

t you?" smiled

have to pretend to like the same things. I believe a bride

you at Fontainbleu because you pretended to like the mustard we got on our ro

also remember lots of other things

nk at her husband's words that we l

y brother-

e twins. "Are you Mol

Molly Brown

go to Welling

as my husband has the chai

of Kentucky! We have been hearing of you all winter

my freshman year at college. Edwin, y

! She had as keen an appreciation of

nglish at Wellington," said Dee, who knew how to say the right thing at the

at Gresham, which Tweedles related with great spirit, layin

the Romans in ancient times," I declared. "Why don't you tell the

red on to recounting other happenings, telling of the many scrapes

go to boarding-schoo

but there are lots of times when it is nothing but one stupid thing a

nd, remembering her father, we did

ls until they were old enough for college," said Mr

we do

ee, so close that Dum whispered to me that he must think she had him on a leas

ply his trade of getting out newspapers. Dee and I are some improved since we first were sent off to school, and now that Gresham is burned, we don't want to br

college now? Wellington wou

do something else. You see, I want to model. I feel as though

he sweet young wo

d yourself telling her all kinds of things that you just couldn't help tel

want to go to college. If I am going to write, I had better just writ

I used to call mathematics my hair shirt. No matter how well I got along in other things, I was always conscious of a kind of irritation that I was going to fail in that. I just did squeeze through in the end, and that was by dint o

ho did get along very well in it, except, of course, Miss Cox. I don't mean to say that female mathematicians cann

going to write

I'm still flopping around in a sea of words. Don't you w

y mail is an event to me-either it brings back a manuscript or it doesn't bring one, and sometimes it brings an acceptance slip, an

only taste of it is seeing myself in print in our

was a prize for a real estate advertisement in poetry, and of course after that I thought that I mu

is bully poetry. He said he was astonished that she

try, and you will show me yours and I will show you mine. And

s we strolled along Church Street, on our way to Washi

oes not approve of higher education for women," and the girl sighed in spite of her

cestry as lack of money. Money is simply something they don't mention except in the bosom of the family. They don't mention ancestry much, either; not nearly a

an who thought a woman's place was in her home from morning until night, and any little excursion she might make from her home must be in pursuit of his, the male's, happiness. Claire promised to see the Misse