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They call me Sissy Atterson at school. But it doesn't belong to me. I I've thought lots about choosing a name for myself a real fancy one, you know. There's lots of pretty, names," she said, reflectively. "Cords of 'em," Hiram agreed. "But, you see, they wouldn't really be mine," said the girl, earnestly. "Not even after I had chosen them. I want my very own name!
"The night is so long!" "Sissy," said Aunt Harriet softly, "I want you to listen to me. A year ago, when Godfrey died and I talked about the money that I hoped to leave you one day, you told me what you should like me to do with it instead, because you had enough and you thought it was not fair. I didn't quite understand then, and I would not promise. Do you remember?" "Yes."
She blushed, and then looked at me cool, like I was the snow scene from the "Two Orphans ." "I understand you are to be married to-night," I said. "Correct," says she. "You got any objections?" "Listen, sissy," I begins. "My name is Miss Rebosa Redd," says she in a pained way. "I know it," says I. "Now, Rebosa, I'm old enough to have owed money to your father.
They had entered the little amphitheater through a narrow, rocky pass in the bottom of which the tiny stream flowed, and now, weak and tired, the mucker was forced to admit that he could go no farther. "Who'd o' t'ought dat I was such a sissy?" he exclaimed disgustedly. "I think that you are very wonderful, Mr. Byrne," replied the girl.
"Some music Sissy," he said turning to Virginia. "I want Mr. Graham to hear you." She arose at once and seating herself at the harp, struck some soft, bell-like chords while she waited for "Buddie" to decide what she should sing. "Let it be something sweet and low," he said, "and simple. Something of Tom Moore's, for instance.
If only she might live till he could reach her! He seemed to be hurrying onward, yet no nearer. His overwrought brain caught up the fancy that Death and he were side by side, racing together through the dark, at breathless, headlong speed, to Sissy, where she waited for them both. Outside, the landscape lay dim and small, dwarfed by the presence of the night.
It lay there, warming into life a crowd of gentler thoughts; and she rested. As she softened with the quiet, and the consciousness of being so watched, some tears made their way into her eyes. The face touched hers, and she knew that there were tears upon it too, and she the cause of them. As Louisa feigned to rouse herself, and sat up, Sissy retired, so that she stood placidly near the bedside.
Kern, Sissy, and Aun' Sheba were sitting silently near him, and at last the minister said, "Bruder Watson, you an' your wife will feel bettah if you express you'se feelin's, an' sing a while. I reckon, if I say you an' you' wife will sing, they will be mo' quiet." Kern assented to anything like a call of duty, and Mr.
His wife, a pleasant middle-aged woman, came out to meet them as they dismounted, and a rosy daughter of sixteen or seventeen lingered shyly in the little garden, which was full to overflowing of old-fashioned flowers and humming with multitudes of bees. The hot sweet fragrance of the crowded borders made Sissy say that it was like the very heart of summer-time.
Aun' Sheba listened in silence, and sat for a long time in deep thought, while Sissy and Vilet sobbed quietly. At last the old woman said firmly, "Sissy, I wants you and Kern ter be on han'. Vilet kin take keer ob do chillun. Dis am gwine ter be a solemn 'casion, an' de Lawd on'y knows wot's gwine ter come out ob it. Anyhow dis fam'ly mus' stan' by one noder.
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