Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1870-04-08
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hiSHt, o"iu NapAdln Den loI ao was
going on to say, after searching back and
forth, Captain Tisdale came upon the
folks, a man and boy, rolled up in their
wet blankets asleep behind the lifeboat
house. He said he felt like he'could
shake them for staying out in the wet.
Wrecks always make for the lighthouse
SO he s'posed those ones were drowned to
death, sure enough"
90, then it couldn't have been them
was warned of" returned Mrs. Da-
vids, looking as though she regretted it.
1T was right over my head, and walked
up just as the thing was rushing past.
You haven't heard, have you," she con-
tinued, whether or no there was any
other damage done by the gale ?"
al don't know whether you would call
it damage exactly" returned Captain
Ben but Loizah Mullers got so scared
she left me and went home. She said
she couldn't stay and run the chance of
another of our coast blows, and off she
trapsed."
Mrs. Davids sighed like November.
so you have some hard luck, as we'll
as myself I don't suppose you can get
housekeeper to keep her long" said
she, dismally.
"Abel Grimes tells me it is enough
sight easier getting wives than house
keepers, and Tn some of mind to try
that tack" replied Captain Ben, smiling
grimly.
Mrs. Davids put up her hand to feel
of her back hair, and smoothed down
her apron; while Miss Persis Tame
blushed like withered rose, and turned
her eyes modestly out of the window.
81 am so. But the difficulty is, who
will it be. There are so many to select
from it is fairly bothersome," continued
Captain Ben, winking fast and looking
as though he was made of dry corn-cobs
and hay.
Miss Persis Tame turned about abrupt
ly. "The land alive" she CALCULATED
with such sudden emphasis that the dish
es shook on their shelves and Captain
Ben in his chair. 1t makes me mad
as a March hare to hear men go on as
though all they'd got to do was to throw
down their handkerchers to woman,
and, no matter who, she'd spring and run
to pick it up. 1t is always Who will |
marry 2 and not Who will marry me +? :"
Why, there is twice the number Of
widders that there is of widderers here
at the Pint. That was what was in my
mind" said Captain Ben, in tone of
: meek apology. "There is the Widow
Keens, she that was Azubah Muchmore.
l don't know but what she would do
J Lyddy used to think everything of her,
and she is frst.rate of housekeeper." /"
Perhaps So" assented Mrs. Davids,
; obviously. "But she is troubled sight
with the head complaint suppose you
, know she is. That is against her,"
| "Yes," assented Miss Tame. "The
Muchmores all have weak heads. And.
too, the Widow Keens, she's had fall
lately. She was up in chair cleaning
: her top buttery shelf, and somehow one
of the chair legs give way,-it was loose
or something, l expect,-and down she
[ went her whole heft. She keeps about,
but she goes with two slaves"
5 "I want to know if that is so, said
Captain Ben, his honest soul warming
: with sudden sympathy "The widder
: has seen a sight of trouble"
"Yes, she has lived through a good
: deal, that woman has. | conldn't live
t through so much, pears to me but we
e don't know what we can live through, y
|. rejoined Miss Tame.
: Captain Ben did not reply, but hi;
ready feet began to move to and fro rest
e lessly; for his heart, more ready yet, had
$ already gone out toward the unfortunate
widow.
!. at is so bad for woman to be alone,
e said he to himself, shambling along the
d shingly beach a moment after. No
y body to mend her chairs or split up hel
kindlings or do chore for her; and she
e lame into the bargain 1t is too bad,
l. "He has steered straight for the Wild
II ow Keens's, as sure as A is apple-dump
g ling" remarked Miss Persis, peering af
n ter him from the window.
d "Well, l must admit wouldn't have
). thought of Captain Ben's being en-a
# mored after such sickly piece of bust
ness. But men never knew what they
It want. Won't you just hand me tha
i gum-camphyer bottle, now you are up
!. 1t is OH that chest of drawers behint
IS you"
"No more they don't" returned Mis-
# Tame, with a plaintive cadence, taking
It sniff from the camphor-5ottle on th'
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