Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1858-10-30
Widow Bedotts's Tea.Table 0abble

oosO III tune, Mf. NTanc---We We Jest tins
minnit set down to tea--draw up IA cheer
and set by--now don't soy word--I shan't
take no for an answer. Should had
things rather different, to be sure, if I'd
suspected you, Mr. Crune-but / won't
aposlygizc-apollygies don't make nothing
better, you know. Why, Melissy, you ain {
halfset the table. Where's the plum sass?
Tho't you was gwine to git some ont FOR
tea, L don't sec no cake, nuther-what a
korlcss gal you be Dew bring 'em on,
quick-ond, Nlelissy, dear, fetch out one O
them are punkin pies and put it to warmin.
low do you take your tea, Mr. Crane !?
clear, hey? how much that makes mo think
OF husband--ho always drunk hisscn clear
Now dew make yoursclfto home, Mr. Crane
help yourself TO things Dew you cat
johnny cake? cause if you don't, i'll cut
some wheat brcad--dcw, hey? we're all
great hands for injin bread, here, specially
kior. If i don't make a Johnny y-cake eve
ry few days, he sez to me, "Mar, why don't
you make an injin loaf? !? it seems as if We
hadn't never had none" DIelissey, pass
the cheese. Kier, sect Mr.. Crane has but
ter. This ere butter is a leetlc grain frowy
l don't want you to think it's my make,
for taint-Smn Pendcrgrasse's wife (shc
was Sally Smith, she borrowed butter O
nc tothcr day, and that ares what she
sent back | would't had it ON if I'd sus-
pectcd company. How do you feel to-day,
Mr.. Crane? Didn't take no cold last night?
well, I'm glad out. was really afeard
you would the lectur room WAS terribul hot.
| was almost roasted, and | warn't dressed
wonderful warm, nuthcr; had on my green
silk mankillcr, and that amt very thick.
Take pickle, MIR. Crane. I'm glad YOU re
a favorite of pickles. / think pickles is a
delightful boycridgc c-don't feel as if |
could make oRta meal without 'cm-oncc
in while | visit where they don't have
none on the table, and when | git to hum
the first thing dew is to dive for the but
try and git pickle. But husband couldn't
cat 'cm-they was like pizcn tcw him.
Niclissy never eats 'cm nuthcr-she amt
no pickle hand. Some gals cat pickles to
mako 'cm grow poor, but Melisscy hain't
got no such foolish notions. I've brung
her up so she couldn't have, Why I've
hecrd o gals drinEin' vinegar to thin 'em
off and make their skin dclckit They say
| Winklcs-why kicr, what be you pokin
the sass at Mr.. Crane for? Meiissys Jest
helped him | hcord Carline Gallup say
how Kcsicr Winklc-why, Kier, what dew
You mean by offcrin' the cold pork to Mr.
Crane? jest as ifhe wanted pork for his
tea, You see, Kicr's been over to the Hol-
Ter to-day on bizness with old uncle Daw-
son, and he cum hum with quite an appe-
titc-sez he to me, "Mar dew set on somo
cold pork and taters, for I'm as hungry as
bear" Let me fill up your cup, Mr.
Crane. Melisscy, bring on that are pie,
guess it's warm by this time There /
don't think anybody'd say that punkin was
burnt stewin-take another pickle, Mr..
Crane. o, | was gwine to tell what Carlinc
Gallup was, manly maker-what, Kier2
ruthcr apt to talk ? well, l know she was
but then she used to be sown told Wrinkles
about half the time and she know d sown'
gals is generally tattlers. It's tcrribul
bad trait in anybody; specially in them
they haint no bisiness to go round from
house to house tellin what goes on among
folks that finds them their bread and butter.
| never incurrigcd them in it, When
have manly makers to work for mc-as
shurc as they undertake to insiniwatc any
thing aginst any o MY naburs-I tell We,
| shct 'cm up quicker-but l was gwine to
tell what Carinc Gallup said-Carline was
a very steddy gal-she was married about
a ycarag ago-murricd 10 Bennett Philau-
der Bennct's son-you remember Philander
Bennett, don't you, Mr.. Crane? he was kill
ed so suddin over to Gandcrfeld? Tho
come to think, it must ben after you went
away from here. He'd dmovcd over to Gan
dcrfeld the spring afore he was Killed.
We'll, one day in hayin time he was to work
in the h0yfcld-takc another piece O. pie,
MIR. Crane-O dew, insist ont Well,
ic was to work in the hayhcid, and he tell
of the hay stack. l s'pose 'twouldn't
killed him if it hadn't been for his com
ing kcrsmash into jug that was settin' ON
the ground aside O the stack. The spine
of his back went right into the jug and
broke it-broke his back mean, not the
jug-that wasn't even cracked-curus
wasn't it Twas quite comfort to Miss
Bennet in her afiiiction-'twas u Jug she
yallcycd, one that wac her mothers. His
bcin' killed so was Il terribul blow to Miss
Bcnnct, the circumstances were so aggra-
vatin'. writ piece of poetry on the oc-
casion, and sent it tew her; she said it WAS
quite consolin'. 1t says:
''One summers day,
For TO tend his hay,
Mr.. Bennett went to the mcdder,
Fell down from the stack,
Broke the spine Of HE back,
And left mournin' widder,
Twas oecasioned by his landin'