Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1870-04-09

Doolittle, picking paTpeIries iToin way =
side bush. my sakes Ii she isn't right
here, ike Rachael in the Bibler' calculated
Captain Ben, taking heart at the omen.
Miss Doolittle looked up from under her
tied-down brown hat in surprise such q
salutation. But her surprise was increased
by Captain Ben's next remark go
1T Just come into my mind" said. he,
THAT you was the right one to take Lyddy'
place. You two used to be such great
knit-ups that it would seem most like hav-
ing Liddy back again"
mo" he continued. after little reflec-
ton, II don't know of ANYBODY | had
rather see Sitting in Lyddys chair and
wearing Lyddy's things than yourself"
Dear me, Captain Lundy, couldn't
think Of it. Pauls folks expect me to
stay with them while the boarder season
lasts, andsaIive good as promised Jacobs
wife I'll spend the winter with her"
Amt that a hard life you are laying ont
fer yourself? And then bum by you will
get old on sick ma be, and then who is GO
ing To want you round thcmP--Every
woman needs husband of her own to
take care of her. & +H
lin able to take care of myself rs yet
thanks to goodness And 1 am not afraid
my brothers will see me suffer in case oil
sickness,n returned Miss Doolittle, hel
cheeks flushing up like a sumach in Octo-
Der. untgs..tEl sfe.s. 2 r.-seaa
s'But hadn't you better take little time
to think it over ? AIa'be it came sudden to
vou,r pleaded Captain Ben.
'sNo | thank you. Some things don't
need thinking over" answered Miss boo
little, plucking at the barberries more dill
ligently than ever.
Il wish Lyidy was here. She would
convince YOU you are standing in your own
light returned Lyddy's widower in a
perplexed tone.
II don't need one to come from the dead
to show me my own mind" retorted Miss
Doolittle, firmly.
"Well, like enough you are right" said
Captain Ben, mildly. putting few stems
of barberries in her pail; INA he t wouldn't
be best. i don't want to be RASH
And with that he moved or on the
whole congratulating himself he had not
decided to marry Miss Doolittle.
81 thought, after she commenced her
miserable gift of the CAB, that Lyddy used
to be free to admit she had fiery tongue,
for all they were such friends. And I'm
all for peace myself. ] guess, on the
whole, mabe she amt the one tor me,
perhaps, and it is as well to look further.
WIN, what in the world Well, there !
what have been thinking of? There is
Mrs. Davids, as neat as 4 new cent, and
the master hand to save. She is always
taking on and she will be glad enough to
have some-bodyto look out for her,-why,
sure enough And there Twas right at her
house this very day, and never once
thought nj her., What an old duncee'
But, fortunately, this not being a sin of
commission it could easily be rectified;
and directly Captain Ben had turned
shout and was trotting again TOWARDS the
red house on the beach.
as.Pound for pound of the best white
sugar. he heard Miss Tame say as he
neaIed the door,
ssWhite sugar!n repeated Mrs Davids,
her usual sigh drawn out into little groan.
White sugar for cranberries Who ever
heard of such thngp I've always con-
sidered did well when had plenty of
brown t33
as'Poor creeter!" thought Captain Ben.
"How she will enjoy getting into my pan
try. Lvddy never complained that she
didn't have enough of everything to do
with" .t'*t
And In the full ardor of his intended be-
nevolence, he went right in and opened
the subject at once, But, to his astonish-
ment, Mrs. Davids refused him. She sigh
ed, but she refused him.
1--we seen trouble enough already, with
out my rushing into more with my eyes
wide OPEN" sighed she.
"Trouble? Why, that sjust what was
meaning to save your exclaimed the be-
wildered widower. Pump right in the
house, and stove e'enamost new. And
Lvddy never knew what it was to want for
a spoonful of sugar or pound OF flour.
And such a handy buttery and sink! Lyd-
DIV useA to say she felt the worst about
leaving her outtery of anything"
"Should thought she would" answered
Mrs. Dayids. forgetting to sigh. "How-
ever, can't say that i feel any hankering
aitermarrying a buttery. rvegot buttery-
room enough here, without the trouble of
getting set upin a new place" ST.
Just as YOU say returned the rejected.
Il amt sure you'd be exactly the one. /
was a-.hinking of looking for somebody a
little younger.
well, here is Persis Tame. Why don't
you bespeak her? She is younger, and
she is in need of good home. l can rec
ommend her, too. as the first-rate of a
COOK remarked Mrs. Davids, benevo-
lently. a
Miss Tame had been sitting little apart
by the open window, smiling to herself.
But now she turned about at once.
Him - said she, with contempt. 81
should rather live under an umbrella tied
to stake, than marry for a hum"
So Capt. Ben went home without engag-
ing either wife or housekeeper
And the first thing he saw was Capt
Jacob Doolittle's old one eyed horse eating
the apples Loziah Mullers had strung and
festooned from nails against the house, to
dry. saom 9-
The next thing he saw was, that having
left the window open, the hens had flown
in and gone to housekeeping on their own
account But they were not, like Mrs.
DaYids, as neat as new cent, and not,
also, such hands to save.
"Shoo shoe! Get out. Go long there
with you'll" cried Capt. Ben, waving the
dish-cloth and poker declare fort, |
most had ought TO have left that bread out
on the table. They've made pretty mess
of it, and it is every spec there is in the
houea fao We'll r p,uSf make "A do of