Bloomsburg democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1867-1869, 1867-05-01
From Rutledge's Christian Annual.
IN A SORE STRAIT.

'We must have lemon or two, Sam, y
she says, and So though I'd Just set down
to my pipe and drop of beer, / got up again
and [ says, "now tell you what it is, lass,
its just two miles to the town, and it SHOWS
like fury, 50 if you can think of anything
else you want, just say so, and I'll get it the
same time.
so, t ism worth while to 20 if it SHOWS, .
she says, 'nevermind, and Ill make shift
without. But, Or she cried all at once,
"father's coming tomorrow, and you've nc
tobacco"
Well, I'd never thought about that, fol
when Id had my fingers in the little jar there
seemed enough for me, even if the next day
was Christmas day; but with company
why there would not be half enough. So
that settled it, and I got my stick and hat,
when Polly declared couldn't 90 out such
night like that without something round
my neck, so she tied comforter round twice,
close up to my nose and ears.
Snow, don't be silly, Sam," she says.
"Why, watts silly" I says.
"Why, your being such an old goose, and
making so much fuss after being married
all these months. Now, let me go, do," she
says. But didn't, of course, but help her
for just few moments while looked down
in her laughing eyes that seemed to have
grown brighter since we d married and then
| smoothed, no | didn't, for no hair could
have been smoothcr,-I passed my..rough,
chopped-about old hand down the bright
shiny halr that felt so proud of, and then
kissed both her pink cheeks, and felt some
how half glad, half sorrowful, for it seemed
to me that l was too happy for it to last
"There now," she says, at last, ''makc
haste, there's dear, good boy! and get
back perhaps l shall be done by that time
and then we'll have snug bit ofsupper.
But | couldn't get away, somehow, but
watched her busy fingers getting ready the
things for.the next days dinner,-chopping
suet, stoning plums mincing peel-and all
in such nice, neat, clean way, that it was
quite enjoyable.
"Now, do 60, Sam she says, pretending
to pout "for / do want you back so bad
So made start of it, unattached the
door, when the wind came roaring in, laden
with fakes of snow the sparks rushed up
the chimney, the candle fickered, while
Polly gave me just one bright look and nod,
and then / shut the door. But there-I
couldn't get away even then, but went and
stood by the window for minute, where the
little branches of holly were stuck, glisten-
ing green, and with scarlet berries amongst
the prickly leaves and there Il stood look
ing in at the snug, bright, warm kitchen,
with Polly making it look ten times more
warm and bright. 1t wasn't that it was
handsome place, or we'll furnished, - for
those sort Of things don't always make q
happy home,--but plain, humble, and poor
as it was, it seemed to me like palace and
after watching my lass for few minutes as
she was buster than evcr,-now frowning,
now making a little face at her work now
with n bright light in her eye, as something
seemed to please her,-I all at once thought
to myself, and, what's more, says to myself
"Sam Darrell" I says, why, what don
key You arc, not to got what you want and
make haste back y which, when you con