The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1851-05-28
Plymouth Marshall County, Indiana Wednesday, May 28 1851

"Now, just move your chair leetle
nearer the kitchen door. IL you please, +"
said Mrs. Hill, ':and | can make up my
biscuit, and hear you, too"
Meantime, coming TO the door with
some bread crumbs in her hand she be-
gan sea ttering them on the ground, and
calling biddy, biddy. biddy. chicky.
chicky, chicky-hearing which whole
flock of poultry was about her in a min
nte; when, STOPPING down she secured
one of the fattest, which an hour after
wards was broiled for supper.
"Dear me, how easily YOU get along
said Mrs. Troost.
And it was sometime before she could
compose herself sufficiently to take up
the thread of her story. At length how
ever, she began with-well, as was
saying, nobody thought Mr. McMicken
would marry Sally May. Poor man,
they say he is not like himself any more
He may get dozen wives, but he II new
Ell get another Sally. A good wife she
made him, for all she was such a wild
girl.
The old man May was opposed TO the
marriage, and threatened to turn Sally,
his own daughter, out of house and home
but she was head strong. and would mar
ry whom she pleased; aud SO she did,
though she never got a stitch of new
clothes, nor one thing TO keep house with.
No. not one single thing did her father
give her when she went away, but hive
of bees. He was right down ugly, and
called her Mrs. McMicken whenever he
spoke TO her after she was married. but
Sally didn't seem TO mind it, and took
just as good care of the bees as though
they were worth thousand dollars. Ev-
cry day in the winter she used to feed
the em-maple sugar, if she had il; and if
not, little Orleans in a saucer, or some
old broken dish.
But it happened one day that bee
stung her on the hanG--the right one.
think it was, and Sally said right away
that it was bad sign; and that very night
she dreamed that she went out to feed
her bees and piece of black Grape was
tied on the hive. She felt that it was a
token of death, and told her husband so,
and she told me and Mrs. Hanks. No, |
won't be sure she told Mrs. Hanks, but
Mrs. Hanks got to hear it some way"
WELL said Mrs. Hill. wipiug the
tears away with her apron, Il really
didn't know till now that poor Mrs.
McMicken was dead"
80, she is not dead," answered Mrs
Troost, "but as we'll as she ever was, on
ly she feels that she is not long for this
world" The painful interest of her sto-
ry, however, had kept her from work, so
the afternoon passed without her having
accomplished much-she never could
work when she vert listing.
Meantime Mrs. Hill had prepared de-
lightful supper, without seeming to give
herself the least trouble. Peter came
precisely at the right moment. and, as he
drew pail of water, removed the towel
from the well-sweep easily and naturally,
thus saving his wife the trouble.
Troost would never have thought of it
so said his lady; and she finished with
an ah, we'll. as though all her tribulations
would be over before long.
AS she partook of the delicious honey,
she was reminded of her own upset hive,
and the crisp red radishes brought
thoughts of the weedy garden at home;
so that, on the whole, her visit, she said,
made her perfectly wretched, and she
should have no heart for a week; nor did
the little basket of extra nice fruit, which
Mrs. Hill presented her as she was about
to take leave, heighten her spirits in the
least. Her great heavy umbrella, she
said, was burden enough for her.
"But Peter will take you in the car
riage,' insisted Mrs. Hill.
mo" said Mrs. Troost, as though char
ity were offered her. lit will be more
trouble to get in and out than to walk
and so she trudged home, saying,
"some folks are born to be lucky"