The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1868-12-08

bit can e you aiiON sothothtuS LOT
ill-lucl?'
Ill lack Filllei -. Tha.s inst like
YOU. Sake -alwavs arIning You'd ar
pue the hair of a cats hack
Mother Be.lingsr uttered the last
words as she swept With heavy trasd
into the ample huttarr-s fsnor< \
England institution wi sconred shelves
es. spotless and white: with rows Of
milk pans where the r;ch cream nal sat
in thick. vellos folds, with little sqassls
of i:igS and jars. ani small amy Of
fruit cans. AMI the crock Of d1I{hn nuts,
and the corner sacred to coli viceuals.
Hui lah let the silver sugar tongs sae
was rnh' ing drop from her hsnis, sn3
turned des ,eraselv toward Lattv, Frank
wife, who had now pat 1Own the pan Of
pumpkin, and taken little Polly into her
lap
Oh. Lettv. l wouldn't m srrv Deacon
R-idgem if he was made of solid dia
monds! It will come to swords points
betxee mother and me: for she ia as
set as meeting honse. and SO am L.
.Hus!,r sal Aunt Snkey, under her
breath. holding up he finger and giving
a succession of quick little mods toward
the buttery-ioor 1t was easy to see
which side her sympsthies were on.
Faith in love-matches had not quite
dried out of her old heart.
MAY be it will turn out better than
you think whispered Lefty, squeezing
Huldah's hand very hard.
NO, no: the Deacon means to pro
pose to morrow The little. determin,
ed looking face crimsoned all over. Il
know he does, for mother has limited as
much and he's taken the weed off his
ugly old hat; and the Briigem girls
look at me as if they wanted to scratch
my ewes out On! what q miserable
Thanksgiving this will bet
sH-ushi' Mother Bellinger came
back, with bottle of boiled cider in
her hand. Il want You to taste of this
pie-meat, Lefty. Seems to me it would
bear a leetle grain more sweetening.
I have tasted SO much ain t no judge.
l am afraid it amt quite the ticket.
You see, the Deacon is teetotai; and,
out of respect to him. l have to disguise
the brandy. But, to my mind, a mince
pie amt worth the name unless It'll has a
good, strong twang of the o be yfui.'
Lefty put down little Polly, who didn't
relish being turned off at all, and went
to do her mother in laws bidding. Lit
tie Pol whimpered, with her two dim
pied fists in her eyes, until she was at
tracted by the contents of Aunt HUI
DAN . lap.
What's dat?' said she, shying her
misehievous tigers into the soft, mealy
stuff, and looking ont with her blue
peppers, through a tanole of silky hair,
at the antiauated sngar tongs Huldah
was gloomilv polishing. Huldah crook
ed one arm round the little creature.
That is big b, Pol, and it stands for
Bellinger.
And for Bri lgem too put in Mother
| Bellinger, with a wink. INV mother
made me present of them the dav
was married.: ani I always calcal, ted
they should 90 to Hullah, with dozen
! of the best tea spoons
1t would not he great chore to
| change the ts'l of the B into an r, re.
marked Aunt Slkpy, denurediv.
1t would he the hardest thing YOU or
aavbu,iv else ever undertook To do re-
/ Pile! the dame. briaoing down with a
clash the long handled iron spoon she
| held among the blue edged pie plates on
the table
Poor Huldah dropped her head, and
looked glootnier than ever She felt
perfectly certain that the tail of the big
B would never get maeicalfy wlisked
into an r
The baking and brewing procee lei
toward happy climax The atmos
phere was houry aud sweet with spice.
| Mother Beiiingrr ruled the situation
! like the general in chief OF domestic
/ managers.
/ You had better get the big oven go
/ ing,' said she to Franks wife; by the
/ time it is het l will have batch of pies
/ and cake ready to go in. Here. Jane.
! to little, quiet, Aaxen haired girl, who
+ sat on cricket, seeding rais;ns, enjoy
+ inu intensely the sickness of her finy
/ ers) YOU 60 and tell Rafe to bring n an
i armful of oven wood; and, while he is
about it. he can fetch the table down
from the spare chamber. and splice it on
to the other one.
| Now think of it. continued Mother
Bellinger, with her arms akinho, Il will
plan to invite the Deacon 10 carve the
turkey; he asks such q beautiful bless
ing. Your Uncle Freeman would do
very we'll: but he amt professor
Uncle Freeman sent Off three boxes
to the Sanitary Commission last week,
said Huldah: sand l know he gave q
thousand dollars toward helping out the
soldiers bounties / haven't heard os
the Deacon's putting his hand in his
pocket once ince the war began,
The Deacon knows how to keep tight
hold of the purse strings, remarked
Lefty, quietly, as she let down the oven
door and took peep into its cavernous
depth. Frank used to ssy silver
dollar looked as big as cart wheel in
hiA eyes.
| II don't care a hooter what any
body says returned Mother Bellinger
The Deacon is Just man-juse before
he is generous. If oil Nate Raymond
had not been as easy as II toW-string
and gone security for Morse, he nigh,
have owned as good a farm as there ii
/ in the township this very minute,
Will there be spoons enough to &C
round 2 inquired Aunt Sukey. trottine
up to the table, where the cleaning pile
of silver lay.
i don't know, said Mother Bellinger
cheerfnlly giving way to the spirit o