Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1859-01-28
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sill of the kitchen door, began to prepare
her fruit for tea, while Mrs. Troost drew hel
chair near, saying, Did you ever hear about
William McMcken's bees!'
Mrs. Hill had never heard it, and express
sed anxiety to do so, which resulted in the
following story:
His wife, you know, was she that was
Sally May, and its an old saying
ITO change The nal letter.
! You rry for worse and not for betier-''
Sally was dressy, extravagant girl; she
had her bonnet 'done up twice year al
ways, and there was no END 10 her dresses
and ribbons and fine things. Her mother
INDUCED her in everything; she used to say
Sally deserved all she got; that she was
worth her weight in gold.
She used to go everywhere Sally did
There was no big meeting that she was not
at aud no quilting that she didn't help 10 get
up. All the girls went to her for the fash-
ions, for she was good deal in town at her
aunt Hammers and always brought out the
new patterns.
She used to have her smu ton leg sleeves
little bigger than any body else. you re-
member, and then she wore great stiffners
traVagance.
She had changeable silk, yellow and
blue, made with a surplus front; and when
she wore that, the ground wasn't good enough
for her to walk on, so some folks used to say; !;
but 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 gootnatured as the
day was long, and would sing all the day at
her work. Il remember, along before she
was married, she used % sing one song u
great deal, beginning
/ "Lrs I've gaia with bright bine eyes
And they said she meant William McMick-
en- by that, and that she might not get him
after all; for a good many thought they
would never make a match, their disposi-
tions were so contrary.
William was of dreadful quiet turn, and q
great home body; and as for being rich, he
had nothing to brag of, though he was high
Iarnt, and follo,ced the riuer as clerk some.
times.
Mrs. Hill had by this time prepared her
currants. and Mrs. Troost paused from her
story while she filled the kettle, and attach-
ed the towel to the end of the weil-sweep,
where it waved as a signal to Peter to
come to supper.
Nov just move your chair leetle near
er the kitchen door, if you please said Mrs.
| Hill, sand ] can make up my biscuit, and
hear you, too
Meantime, coming to the door with some
bread crumbs in her hand, she began scat
terng hem on the ground, and calling biddy,
Ciddy, biddy, chcky, chicky; hearing which,
u whole flock OF poultry was about her in
minute; when, STOPPING down, she secured
one of The fattest, which an hour after8 ards,
was broiled for supper.
'Dear me-, how easily you do get along'
said Mrs. Troost.
And it was some time before she could
compose herself sufficiently to take up the
thread of her story. At length, however,
she began with; well, as l saying, no.
body thought Mr.. McMicken would marry
Sally May. Poor man, they say he is not
like himself any more.
He may get dozen wives, bu, he'll new
er get another Sally. A good vile she
made him, for all she was such 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 headstrong, and would marry whom
: she pleased; and SO she did, though she new
er got 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. Me Micken
whenever he spoke to her after she was
r married; but Sally didn't mind it; and took
Just as good care of the bees as thoug h they
! were worth thousand dollars. Every day
) in the winter she used to feed them muple
: sugar il She had it, if not, little Orleans
/ in saucer, or some old broken dish.
4 But it happened one day that bee stung
e her on the hand-the right one, / think il
D was--and Sally said right away that it was
bad sign; and that very night she dreamed
: she went out to feed her bees, and piece
4 of black Grape was tied on the hive. She
2 felt that it was token of death, and tolt
Y her husband SO, and she told me and Mrs
! Hanks. No, | wont be sure she told Mrs
o Hanks, but Mrs. Hanks got to hear it some
t way.
: 'Well,' said Mrs. Hill wiping the tears
r away with her apron, i really cidn'l know
e till row that poor Mrs. McMicken was dead.
= %, she is not dead, answered Mrs. Troost
n 'but as well as she ever was, only that sh'
does not feel that she is long FOR this world.
s The painful interest of her story, however
: had kept her from work, SO the afternoon
e passed without her having ascomplishe
O much; she never could work when she wen
: visiting.
Meantime Mrs. Hill had prepared de
!; Hghtful supper without seeming to give her
II ba laao trouhln Pafpr IN prpciSP
| ly at the right moment, and, as he drew
pail of water, removed the towel from III
,, weIl-sweep easily and naturally, thus say
ing his wife the trouble.
d, Troost would never have thought of it
he SO said his lady; and she finished with a
5. ah, we'll as though all her tribulation
i would be over before long.
Sc AS she partook OF the delicious honey
es she was reminded of he own upset hive, an
IS, the crisp radshes brought thoughts {
st the weedy garden at home; SO that on th
ill whole, her visit, she said. made her perfectl
tn Wretched, and she should have no heart f
week; nor did the little basket of extr
ng nice fruit, which Mrs. Hill presented her |
of she was about to take leave, highten h
Is, spirits in the least. Her great heavy un
is brela, she said, was burden enough for he
a But Peter will take you in the carriage
Is; insisted Mrs. Hill.
nd NO, said Mrs. Troost, as though chari
were offered her, st will be more trouble
ii get in and out than to walk and SO 81
KS; trudged home, saying 'some folks are bo
to to be lucky
We
ast Without art, u nation is souless bod
,e- without science, a straying wanderer.
Sc. Without warmth and light, nature cam
thrive, nor humanity increase; the light a
ny humanity is art and science.