The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1859-03-12

$50 John amt a-comin', Miss Gris'ld,'
Squcakcd Polly Mariner, entering the great
Kitchen. where Mrs. Griswold was pairing
apples and Lizzy straining squash.
''Isn't he" quietly replied the lady nd
dressed rs the inllpr"+s sat down in the
hac-bottomcd rocking char, and began
rocking vchcmcntly, al the time cycing Liz
" from the depths Of her pokcbonnct with
patient scrutiny.
"N3. he an't-so Mr.. Gris'll sars,''
went on Polly. "You see, was a-comin'
up here from the Centre, SOS to see if sam
couldn't wait for his roundabout till artcr
Thanksgivin' for kcziah Perkins, shc't
was my sisters r's'husbnnd'S fust wifc's dartcr,
m finally married sisters fust husbands
son, she's Il real likely woman, and she's
wrote ovor from Taunton to ask me to 20
there to Thank S@iyin'; N to-day's Monday;
N | was n comm here Tuesday SOS 10
make Sans roundabout; M yesterday Miss
Iukcn's boy Simon, he It amt but three
year old. he got my press board, when he
was a-crawlin' round, m laid it right onto
the cookin'- stove, and fust thing thing Miss
Iukens know'd 1t blazcd right up, m can't
get another fixed afore Wednesday, and then
I'd ought to be to Taunton, cause there
a'n't no stage runs Thursday, and there
hadn't oughtcr, Of course'-
"We have got press board" said Mrs.
Grswold, quietly.
"Yes, and amt goin' to grandfather's
in my old Jacket, Miss POLL" interposcd
Sam, one Of the terrible children who are
scattered hero and there through this world.
..Catch me where all the folks are, in that
old buttcrnut suit !''addcd Sam.
b,,o ca bc- ctopDcl ~ of tho 1ohr
a fine, sturdy, handsome farmer, one of
New England's model men, whose honesty
was provcrb, and whose goodness rei-
ancc to every creature in Greenfield.
'.John isn't coming, wife," said Mr..
Griswod, in steady, sober tone. ellie
SAYS business will delay him, so that he can
only get to Coventry just as we do.'
80 YOU had a letter." said Mrs. Griswold,
carefully avoididing look at Lizzy.
"Yes," said Mr.. Griswold, in very alb
rupt way.-"Arc you ready to go back, Miss
Polly ? for rye got to 20 down to the Cen
tre again with load of wheat.'
"Wel, yes, don't know but be. ken
stay over, if you want help, Miss Girls ID
I'm a-goin' to the minister's to help Miss
Fletcher 4 little mite this afternoon, but
guess she don't lot on it none; m seem
IL you, ken stay ii you wan. hoiI'
Lizzy looked quickly across the kitchen at
her mother.
"Oh! no, thank you, Miss Polly, know
Mrs. Fletcher would feel very badly to lose
your help, and really don't need it until
Tomorrow
"Tacn i'Il come round to the door as
quick as Eve loaded up said Mr.. Griswold;
and Miss Polly settled back in her chair to
wait comfortably; a process much lntensi-
fed by a large piece Of Mrs. Griswold's 5
gingerbread and glass of new cider, both
/ brought her by Lizzy's hospitable hands
-readcr even than usual just now, in the
vain hope of stopping Polly MI rlner's cIat-
tering tongue. But neither gingerbread nor
cider w;a specific to that end Polly talked
while she ate, and ate while she talked. But
while she finishes her luncheon, let US make
known to the patient reader whom and what
the tailoress discusses.
John Boynton was a step-cous;n of Lizzy
Griswod's. Her youngest aunt had married
| a widower. with one son, some hve years
older than Lizzy, and had always lived IN
the old homestead at Coventry, with hel
father while the other daughters and sons:
six il nu,uber, were scattered over the State
returning once year, at Thanksgiving, ta
visit their birthplace, and bring their chill
dren into acquaintance with each other. Eber
GriswoId, who lived at Greenfield, was near
cr home than any Of the others, and Lizzy