The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1851-05-28
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| her way about anything; though some
people said that Mr.. TrooSt had taken
the dimensions Of his house with his
wife's apron strings-but that may have
been SANDER.
While Mrs. Troost sat signing over
things in general. Mrs. Hill sewed on the
last button. and shaking the loose threads
from the completed garment held it up a
moment to take a satisfactory view, as it
were, and folded it away.
"Well, did you ever!'' said Mrs. Troost;
"you made half a shirt, and | have got
nothing at all done. My hands sweat so
, can't use the needle, and its no use to
try"
Lay down your work for a little
while. and we will walk in the garden. "
So Mrs. Hill threw a towel over her
head, and, taking little tin basin in her
hand. the two ladies went to the garden
Mrs. Troost under shelter of her blue
umbrella. which she said was so heavy it
was worse than nothing. Beans, radish-
es, raspberries, and currants besides
many other things, were there in rich
pyofusion, and Mrs. Troost said every
( thing fourished for Mrs. Hill, while her
garden was all choked up with weeds.
'And you have bees, too---don't they
sting the children, and give you great
deal of trouble? Along in May, guess
| it was, Troost Mrs. Troost always called
her husband SOY bought hive, or rather
he traded a calf for one--a nice likely
1 :, h. L.
one bit of good"-and the unhappy wo-
man sighed.
They do say" said Mrs. Hill, sympa-
thlzingly, "that bees won't work for
some folks--in case their king dies they
are very likely to quarrel, and do not do
well--bCt we have never had any ill
luck with ours; and we last year sold for
ty dollars worth of honey, besides having
all we wanted for our own use. Did
! yours die of, or what, Mrs. Troost?"
why" said the ill-natured woman,
my oldest boy got stung one day, and
being angry upset the hive, and | never
found it out for two or three days; and
sending Troost to put it up i'll its place
there was not bee to be found high or
low"
You don't tell? the obstinate little
dogs--but they must be treated kindly,
and | have heard of their going off for
less things"
The basin was BY this time filled with
currants, and the neighbors returned to
the house. Mrs. Hill seating herself on
the sill of the kitchen door. began to pre-
pare her fruit for tea, while Mrs. Troost
drew her chair near, saying, "did you
ever hear about William McMicken' S
bees?'
Mrs. Hill had never heard, and express
ed anxiety to do SO, which resulted in the
following story.
His'wife, you know, was she that was
Sally May, and it's an old saying
"To change the name, and not the letter,
You marry for worse, and not the better."
Sally was dressy, extravagant girl
she had her bonnet ''done up" twice a
year always. and there was no end TO hel
dresses, and ribbons and fine things. Hel
mother INDUCED her in everything; she
used to say that Sally deserved all she
81, thot SHO was NOllu iCl NClSuI Ill
gold
She used to go everywhere, Sally did.
There was no big meeting that she was
not at, and no quilting that she did not
help to get up. All the girls went to
her for the fashions, for she was good
deal in town at her Aunt Hammers, and
always brought out the new patterns.
She uSaI l,r'
sleeves little bigger than any body else
you RENE mber, and then she wore great
stlilners in them--la. me- there was nc
end TO her extravaganza.
She had a changeable silk, yellow and
blue made with sarpius front; and
when she wore that, the ground wasn't
good enough for her to wtlS on. SO some
folks used 10 say. but l never thought
Sally was bit proud or lifted up; and i
any body was sick, there was no better
hearted creature than she; and then, she
was always good natured as the day wa.
long. and would sing all the day at he
work. / remember along before she was
married, she used to sing one song grea
deal, beginning:
It's I've got a sweetheart with bright blacl
, eyes"
And they said she meant William Nc
, Micken by that, and that she might no
get him after all--for a good man,
z thought they would never make match
their dispositions were so contrary.
, Willis m was of dreadful quiet turn
\ and g:eat home body; and as for bein.
rich, he'd nothing to brag of, though h
D was high larnt, and followed the ripcr as
clark sometimes.
I Mrs. Hill had by this time prepared
a her currants. and Mrs. Troost paused from
her story while che filled the kp pttle anl