Daily Davenport Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1864-1874, 1867-12-14
ACCEPTING THE SITUATION.
Mrs. Fasce,t dropped herself on the chip
baskei by the stove.

Mrs. Fasce,t dropped herself on the chip
basket by the stoye.
"Il ever sew the beat! said she.
Miss Silence Dummie looked up from the
| little canary -co,orcd ffock she was embroid-
eiiug. raising her black eyebrows Ike the
top Of an interrogation mark, which Was g
good deal for her to do. So. without wait
ing for any more positive expression Of in
| teress. Mrs. tasceit vent on:
"W h.lo | WAS out spreading that last
batch Of berries % dry heard the sound Of
q horses hocfs coming over the covered
bridge and says / to mysslf, says |. Ill
Just happen Gown TO the cucumber vines
| ana see If there are any cucumbcfs big
! enough 70 pickle II knew there wasn't as
well as | wanted to, for John. he picked
them last night, and John 10 always pretty
thorough about what he sets out to DOL
But went ar d stood there fumbling among
the vines Just in time 20 see such 2 s'g"' %
was never seen ir the Meadows before.
Possibly Miss Dummies CURIOSITY ~ss
not very lively, for Mrs. Fascets Vas Always
| seeing wonderful and unprecedensed s'ghss,
but tho interrogation mark on her face
lengthsned and deepened sens,b'y end Mrs.
Fssce.t, rubbing her nose up and down, as
thought il waA pump handle. went on:
Just as sure as you sit In that chair,
Miss Dummie. it vas Isabel Hubbylthorne
riding with Mr.. Hamilton, ard not three
months since Mrs. Hamilton was around ~
well a. any OF US are to-day No, II isn't
three months. for il 10 scarcely two months
since she was buried. know you can't
never tell where to find these mon persons !;
~ H.. ~ t. ls..t LII. Ill
thorps would do such thing, il is was only
for the speech OF people. I did think she
vas girl Of more propriety and good taste.
Now, didn't you, Miss Sllence,"
Miss Silence Dummie Vas something like
. funnel-cxcellent to pour into but quite
unsatisfactory 10 dip from she listened pa
tiently 10 whatever one Was pleased TO tell
her, and then that vas the end Of the con-
vessation. So nov, her object in life sp-
parently being "how not to" say it, she re-
piled: "Isabel Hubbyishorne and Calvin
Hamilton, ! want to know And then
she took frcsh piece OF braid. and began
embroidering it upon the gay merino for the
littleF ascetts. who are cooking mud cakes in
\ sand oven behind the house % compla-
Gently rs though there wss nothing more 10
be said.
"Well, well, but this isn't making my
pies. is 1t 2" exclaimed Mrs. Fascett, lifting
herself up by bracing her hands against the
basket handles and going into the buttery
rolling up hcr sleeves as she went. On the
way she stopped to look at the long trail Of
black grape vines Miss Dumas had already
left behind her busy fingers ON III,
yellow cloth. THAT viii smarter up ID,
little tykcs. do like to see them lsol
spry.' said Mrs. Fascett, who had an eys
tor color.
She had pa'ats as we'll no an eye, .,
she mixed her pie crust, and brought PAM
Of cinnamon rolls and sugar gingerbread
into being, talking away meantime q
though her tongue WAS the motive powe
her hands depended on, and Miss Silenc,
| stitched and stitched like an improved sew
ing machine, while Mics Isabs! Hubby
| shornc, in quite another part OF the village
| sat on tie loot Of her sisters bed and wor
| RED.
NOV you nsedsn'e laugh ct me. Clara.
can take q joke IS we'll - anybody ~ ,
general thing. but in such . case Is this i
il different It seems sscrlligious. Calvin
IS a c'car-headed man, and ought to hav,
4
what could dos lie knows | sm not wei
and am particularly Dnd OF riding, and
was always in the hab. Of going with him
and Julia. And, suppose he can't see
Why he shouldn't treat me the same as ever
But he has no more idea of anything seri
Gus than an unwrancd baby, and | would
at give occasion for sighting remark OF
any consi ieration. l am actually distressed
Tor what can do if he asks me again
How can refuse without wounding hi
feelings, I've . great mind to tell hin
candidly ] do not think il is proper but
Dc yeu suppose could get up the courage
II would reiisct 30 on his discernmeut. 1
would be a delicate matter Now don
laugh ut me, or | am afraid shall take
dislike to the man, and that would be pit
| ty, for he 10 u person value as . friend.
shan't like tiff you make fun Of me, say
Now, stop ="
II am not laughing at you'll Isabel Loo
behind you" replied Clara.
So Isabel looked, and saw the stout fig
ure of her brother in law, Clara's husband
Who supposed he hsd = right to 20 whcrev
ert lara went, standing in The door listening
10 Isabers perplsxity with his great man.
|
"Why, bless you" he cried in rough
Of you do-demurely get into the wa ,on
! know you women ~ well as though | hat
IN ade jour
Great complaccn.. foolish man. Isabe
didn't get into the wagon the next tim,
Calvin Hamilton asked her, though tn,
wagon was On elegant carriage, and til,
horse was a-.pnn No. she WAS so insen
sibe she never Judged an inch, and so un
grateful that she said she'd rather not. :
There's seltdenial tor you. Sho refused
also. to take the place OF his dead Julia, al
though he begged her with tears in hi
honest blue eyes.
And 90 he married the willow CLANCY
aud dropped out Of our story.
But before SIX months was over. Mrs
Fascett had ssen another sight.
"Fascctt," said she 10 her husband
"what do you think saw down in tn,
south spring psstures'
Mrs. Fascstt's husband was . man yer,
tall OF his age, and very thin for his height
with face about 40 animated and full OIL
expression - u slice Of broiled pork, ant
eyes IKE piece Of light blue glass.
IL dent know" said he. lie usually
didn't know bat then his wife could a.
Ways tell him. % It did not make much diff
ference.
"Fascett, - sure - you are Of 10 that
chair" (this was Mrs. Fascetts customary
form OF adjuration) with these two eyes
saw Jamss Hamilton sitting on maple log,
swinging his foot and chewing shaving,
and Isabel Hubbylthorns sitting on the 9TH
Or end ofthe self-same log"
did you hear what they were talking
on :" asked Ms. Fascstt's husband, his
eyes trying to sparkle, and looking ~ sni.
mated Is beads in the sunlight.
"Of course not. DO you think ] would
dcmean myself to bs around harkisg, Fas
cettrf returned HE wife. virtuousIy -
"rherc wasn't any need Of il this time. e
Be sure, for James showed in the very crook
Of his elbow just what be Was saying, and
Isabel she said she was saying "No" 10 il
Il stood out oil around them both. - plain
to see . fog over brook"
"Sho," replied Mrs. tascstts husband.
And "sho" it vas.
II have never suspected yos could have
such an idea, Jamie. lhave often said your