Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1856-10-16
EVENING STAR,
AUNT HANNAH TRIPE's EVENING
TAYER

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shouldn't be ashamed Her husband air
been dead more'n tew yers last September
and she agoin' to marry agin! All, me al
me how fast this world is agoin TO rack and
| ruin The folks in it grow shallerer and shall
| lerer every day, and I should not lie mite
surprised to hear that something had han.
pened emmy time.
81 alters did like Jerusha-allers though;
she was nice gal, and made poor Tobssco
Turner good wife, but there the heart is Q
desateful thing, and like as not she uarn't n0
better than l alters thought she was. Blu,
d wait desunt time, know as Mr. Gran
der Pope see, till the shoes follored my poor
diseased partner to the grave with was wore
TO tappln, If they warn clean gone amt
sartin that allus git notation from poetry
right, but ennyhow git the half of it
80, Clara. tell you these young widders
is orful critters; L wouldn't advise you to be
one if you can help it-for you'll sartinly be
jest like all the rest Of um,
Now, though do say il that hadn't orter
hatterate, 10 think that I've producted my
self with the greatest notoriety sinse Micejah
(poor. dear critter y left me alone in this vale
OF tears. It's CRATE thing, child, to hev a
clear conshuns, blessed thing to go to be-
st night and feel peaceful and good natured
with everybody (bed-bugs and miske eters ak
ceptedD and sleepy into the bargain! o, yes,
night, and there's blankets enough on the bed !,
Now, If should tell you little bit of a
story about what happened to me sense I've
been poor sOlicitOus widder woman, you'll
keep still about il, won't you? You know
sich things makes an orful talk with some
folks, and if there's anything L specially
hate, it's bein project Of contrarity.
" About year and tew months arter your
uncle Micsjah died, there was rich old bach
elor cum here to Timbertown, and sot up q
mannerfactory-that is to say be shod horses
and oxen, and fixed chains, and ironed wheels
and fixed things that got broke.
W. ell, one morning l got up airly, and
went about breakfast, and got into kinder a
hurry and dropped the tea kettle kiver On the
harth and broke Of the ring / don't know
low many times 1 burnt my hands with the
t)rmented thing arter that, and at last L got
ravin, and SEE to Cicero, sez L
"' Cicero, if you don't kerry this kiver to
the blacksmith, and get it mended, L wlln
WE'LL sez Cicero, 1 guess you'll hev to
60 yourself want to open them hay heaps
down in the medder this forenoon, and can I
bother with no tea kittle kivers,' and off Cice-
ro went awhistlin
Did you ever mind what feller Cicero
is to whistle? He's whistled so much that
bis mouth looks for all the world jest like
cider tunel! I've to persuade him to tie
handkerchief over it nights, when he goes 20
pertruding, it'll pertrude itself into some for
rem place, and leave Cicero here; aud if il
should, massy knows whether he could STUN
much forrener" vittles But Cicero won t
tie on the handkercher-he's orful contrary
nowadays. Sometimes l think he's got the
spepsy in his brain or the contagion Of the
limbs, or somethin or ruther, he's SO cross.
"Well, that morning after Cicero had gone
to the medder, L went and put on. my best
black silk gown stop lafin) and new Grape
bunnit, and my black chanticleer over my
shoulders, and then 1 took the kiver rite in
my hand, and started for the iron manner
factory.
Mr. Blacksted was to hum, and he peared
powerful glad to see me, and asked me 10 set
down on q nail kag and wait till he d mended
IL, but L told him could ut, and he said he'd
bring it up to our US that night
"I was very much delighted with Mr..
Blacksted, and determined if be came up
with the kiver, to give him a good, strong
cup of my best green tea. Yer cuzzin Mary
critter she is; we'll, she sed that if she was
In my place, she'd bid up fire in the fore
room, and entertain him in there. Jest TO
please her did, and had'n got il fairly
done, when in cum Mr. Blacksted with the
kiyer in his pocket. Mary she went to the
door and paraded him in the fore room. and
made him set down in the great armchair,
Cicero made it out of an old barreD and gin
him cricket 20 set his feet on.
"W Q drinked tea, and Mr.. BlRcksted stayed
full three hours, and we had a nice little chat
with him Any body thought that yer
cuZzin Mary had been brought up in a
blacksmith's shop, to heard her talking about
hoss-shoes, and OK shoes, and iron ana steel,
loOkin all the time as if them black eyes Of
hurn would run over s-lafin.
carter that night, Mr.. Blacksted cum as
actilly wore out my best spotted muslin cap
dressin' up for him He alters talked most
| to Mary, but law thinks L to myself, he's
only little bashful, One night, arter we d
talked a spell in the fore room, he asked me il
I wouldn favor him with a little private
revenue in another room. / got up and took
him into the dried apple room, L heerd that
| torment of Mary lafiin like all possessed
"'Set down, Mr.. Blacksted, seq l. 'and
make yerself contented; it amt very nice
room, but l guess we can make it do sez L.
$50, yes, sez he, it'll do well enough,
| Mrs Tripe, well enough-I only asked you to
cum somewhere for fear-ahem. L s'pose,
Mrs. Tripe, you'll think I'm too sudden about
| it..but-
"'Law, no! Mr.. Blacksted,' seq I, it's
best to strike while the irons hot, amt it 90
&c Persizely, Mrs. Tripe, persiZelyn sez
| he, but didn't know but you might think
| that L hadn't ort so soon
| ESQ, Mr.. Blacksted, sez L, 'it's allers best
| to be in season
"'Jest so think sez he, and want to
know if you'd be willin for me to marry yer
niece, Miss Kirkland, pervided she don't
keern'
81 was struck. miserable old curIaud.
geon y 1 didn't know what to say, but at last
| l pinted to the door l meant for him to q
of, but he didn't understand me, and wen
rite into the forenoon agin, and asked Mary
| to hev him, s'pose. She never weuld tel
INC a thing about it, but when 1 got back in
the fore room, she was a settin there lafir
as if she'd die, and Mr. Blacksted was jes
a-goine out Of the door, a swearin like a pi
rate.
40, aunt" SEE she, "that tea-kettle kivei
will be the death Of me yet," end then she
LATED till her cheeks was as red as fire Goals
Mr Blacksted haint been here since-bt
went off putty soon afterwards, and l ain
seen him since, and don't want to. Desatefu
old snipe!"
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