Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1870-01-22
OLYMPIA WASHINGTON TERRITORY SATURDAY MORNING. JANUARY a. 1870
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man and statesman"
Don't talk nonsense, I beg Of you,"
said Bell, little more than ordinarily com
plaeent, however, but run into the house
and bring me that box of assorted garden
seeds. If the weather clears up We nrust
begin planting early tomorrow morning.
! won't have people say that our farm is
behind hand because we arc women y
Toward the evening of the next day oil Il
Mr.. Elphalet fully, a lcathcr-facel farmer,
with u curiously intricate network of
line wrinkles round his keen eyes and
shrcwd mouth, looking casually in to see
how his successors were thriving.
Afternoon t'ye,' was his greeting.
Wa'al. how yc getting al9ng!"
"Wc'rc not getting along at all, Mr..
Tully," said Miss Martin, in au injured
tone Of voice. "You have imposed upon
US"
II declare to gracious, I don't know
what ye mean," said the farmer, with u
countcnance Of unfoigucd establishment.
Didn't you tell me thatyour cows were
kind -
$50 they be-" said old Eliphalet-" the
kindcst creatures alive"
''Thcn why does the old brindlc one
run at me with her head down every time
| come near her calf? And why does the
spotted one kick the pail over before it is
half full, besides making me chase all
around the barn-yard after herr"
"Gucss you amt used to milkin'," said
1yr T,il1, cI rawll,,
"Not used to it p echoed Bell ; "and
suppose that I am not, what difference can
it possibly make? Am to have diplo-
ma and show it to the COW before / dare to
take the privilege of milking?"
"Cows is dreadful sagacious crcoturs,"
said the farmer with 4 laughing twinkle in
his eyes. "Somc on 'em can never abide
women folks around; and now I come to
think ont, Miss Tully never used to milk,
cause I was al'ays handy to do it. tell
you what, Miss Martin, | guess you'll
have to keep q MANI
Never" said Miss Martin, rcsolutcy.
" And then the turkcys-they gobblc aud
swell out and rup after us in way that is
positively quite friyhtful."
g 10 you wear them ar shawls when you
go out to feed en- ?" said the farmer nod
ding at two bright scarlet outer-wrappipgs
that hung On the pegs behind the keeping
room door.
"Why yes, believe we did,"
"That accounts for it, then. A turkey
and bull-.hc color o red sets EN- wild.
thought everybody know'd that"
"And I am to select my wardrobe with
reference to the turkeys in the poultry
yard ?" indignantly demanded Bell.
Turkeys knows dreadful sight, al
though they are ginerally calculated to be
Il stupid Bird said Mr.. Tully sagely.
"And the hens! dear mel" went on
Miss Bell. 81 have such trouble about
their setting"
"Givc en- good ducking under the
pump," recommended the farmer HThat's
Il sure cure for cm as wants to set
But they don't waat o..set, interrupt
cd Bell; q" that is the trouble. Old Speck-
lc has broken all her eggs trying to. get
out"
IF they don't want to, they won't"
said the farmer, "and it's no use talking"
"i'll see whether they will or moi" said
Bell, compressins her lips tightly.
The farmer looked somewhat awed at
her imperious voice and gesture, and
glanced uneasily out of the window for
change of subject.
"What have you been doin' out in the
door-yard?' he asked in some surprise.
IL wanted to plant some candy-tuft and
~
sol dug up all those little onions with the
sprouting tops
Onions" cried Mr. Tully "Why
them was Jerushy's double-tulips and hya-
cinths."
Kate looked at Bell in CONSERVATION.
" You told me they were onions, Bell, and
you've got a handful of them boiling in
the pot, with macaroni and sliced carrots
now," she said reproachfuly. Bell pre-
tended not to hear.
''What do you think of the strawberry
bed, Mr.. Tully?" she asked complaccntly
"lou haven't been disturbin' the roots,
diggin round EN- this time o year," he
said.
eyes: l have" said Miss Bell. 81 did
not like to sec them struggling about so
sloveny, so l dug every root up, and plant
cd it neatly over again"
Land o Goshen. :" said farmer Tully,
81 b'licvc ye re crazy. And what's them
pots in the window? Posy Seeds"
why" said Miss Bell with conscious
pride, lit was too wet for me to work in
the fields this morning, so I've started my
sweet corn in crooks, so as to be ahead of
the season."
Mr.. Tully turned of deep apoplectic
purple in consequence of trying to con-
vert burst Of laughter into fit of
coughing.
" But how arc you going TO get your po-
tato crop into the ground Z" he demanded,
Z" women can't plow."
II don't know why they can't" said
Miss Bell, arGumentatively.
I" Because they're women said the con-
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