The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1869-04-12

cut up and dried, all the sage, peppers,
and SIGH like roots and arbs tu be gather
ed and hung up in bundles tn dry; and
the pork and beef tn be sailed down in
barrels, the lard and tallow to be tried
out, candles tu be, dipped"
Good gracious T! don't say no more,
for Heavens sake, Grandma'am Brown.
Bless me, it makes me fairly tired to
think ofit,"5and Mrs, Lester sunk down
in chair; looking really quite exhausted.
But ! suppose in the winter time you
did not lave much Of anything to do"
-."Wen, child, what with the spinning
aud weaving,aI rather guess we warn't
idle, uaryiope cf.us.P fn nssa'sHu .7ee
"Wcll then, ! am sure the women Of
your time must, have been made Of very
different material ffomthc women now-a-
days, 'Mrs.'Brown"i 9aH 'dat5.i'. 3 ss'
I, "Child. ohild,' replied the old lady,
impressiyely raising the knitting needle,
which she had just drawn from her work,
'they we're made of & very different sort
Of material they were made of'genuinc
flesh and blood, bone and muscle, and
not got up with starch, hoops, corscts,
'bustles;l cotton hatten, and u sich like
tricks. Yes, gals in them days were
good for suthing. They warp't, brought
up tn fool away q their time over worsted
aud embroidery, reading novels, andifor
everlastingly poundin' and scrcechin' at
an unfortunate pianny."
And the good lady, as she resumed
her knitting, jerked the yarn With such
energy that tho mammoth bali Of mixed
white and blue sprang from her capacious
pocket to tho floor, and was Immediately
appropriated" by the kitten, WHO com
mcnced industriously winding it around
the legs Of the tables and clairs.
..Scat, scat shcw, show!" exclaimed
Grandmother Brown, in pursuit Of her
yarn. "Git, out, you little plague!
There nov, you have broken the yarn.
Take that, you scamp! ~ W. x
a sound box on the car convinced puss
that she mus! let 60 the ball and make
coed her escape; but bent upon accom-
plishing as much mischief as possible, she
sprang upon the table, Knocking off the
basket Of eggs, and pile Of teacups and
I,tumblcrs, rcgained at length the open
window, and from thence Tie branches Of
the old elm tree in the door-yard. III
at"Oh, dear me-" exclaimed Mrs. Les
ter, ';ll ny eggs arc broken, every one
Of them" m y III 2 ~
$50 arc your teacups and tumblcrs,''
replied the old lady, coolly, as she seated
herself in a rocking chair, and proceeded
to unite the severed yarnby knitting the
ends together. "Howsomdcver, it's NO
more than l expected, for never kDowd
any good tn come Of putting hen u SIT
on an even number Of eggs--as told you
aforc."
"But havn't put any eggs to set yet,
and don't see as Tn likely to-" said
Mrs. Lester, in tone Of yexation.
"Well, child, you had made up your
mind tu, and it amounts to jest about the
same thing. You oughter be very thank.
full its no worse. Just think Of what
sights Of trouble Mrs. johnson had. You
know Mrs Johuson-Esquire johnson.
wife "
"Oh yes, and l /, thiuk q great deal d
her." ~,
"Well, list about a year ago this spring
/ went visiting over there; we are grea
friends, Mrs. johnson and 1: and sh,
was busy, same as you we're. making cal
culation Of how many chickens she woult
raise. She wanted tn set lust one more
hen, and she hadn't but list twelve eggs
left. told her she had q good deal bst.
ter throw them inlu the pis.pen, but be.
tween you and me, Mrs. Le:ster-thougl
Mrs johnson is proper nice woman,
and | think sight Of Ier-still. she had
her, queer streak;s, and one often is never
| tn believe ia signs and forerunners.
remember one night, when we watched
with poor Sally2you remember SALLY
Stephens, she WHO died Of the typhus last
sulnmcr-well, / sot up tic forc end Of
tho night, and then Mrs. johnson took
my place. But no sooner had | laid
down on the blanket, with my head agin
the wall, than heard the licking of1ihl
death VIC tch, as plain as / ken hear your
clock on the mantcl. | rot IN pretty
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