Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1870-06-02

q very delicate fashion.
"Ihere, chick, that's the yery
same cradle that your mar and ali
your uncles and aunts used to sleep
in, and that's the same gauze veil
that they had spread over them to
keep off the nies. Then, this old
house used to be full of fun and
frolic; but non, whan you go away,
there'd be nothih' left to mako it
lively and sunshiny like, but this
poor little creature" ] saw him
brush away a tear with his hard,
brown hand as lie replaced the gauze
] and led me out of the room.
| was so imprudent as to tell
t grandma how nicely I'd found Cur
, ley sleeping. She said | han't any
call to go peering round in tue
spare rooms; that she got down
the cradle because the little beast
kept up such a stew with the flies
that she hadn't had a decent nap
for a week.
One bright, autumnal day, when
the golden pippins were pushing
their FURNISHED orbs through the
apple bOughs, it was noised among
the farm houses that Deacon Kel-
logg's folks, having escaped perils
/ by robbers and perils by land and
food, had actually come home safe
and sound. There was an immense
deal of hand shaking and congrat-
ulation right and left; but some
how grandmother didn't seem as
glad as the occasion warranted. At
last it came out.
Il declare fort! Jest as I've
got sorter used to the bother of
havin' a dog under foot, and he's
gittin' useful like a-drivin' the hens
out Of the garden and scarin' Off
stragglers, and I've been through
sights of trouble to learn him to
behave, Mis- Kellogg must cum
hum and take him off I"
"Well, Polly" said my grand
father, with the old eye-twinkIe, ~
don't b'leeve Mis- Kellogg sot on
takin' that pup hum. She's got
Juno, and one dogs plague enough
round a house. I've got to
go see the deacon bout grindin' the
cider apples, and I'll kinder feel
round bout it."
Mrs. Kellogg and the old gentle
man had satisfactory interview.
Indeed, so speedily, nay, clairvoy-
antiy, did they seem to know each
others minds, that a captious by
stander would have been apt to sus-
pect previous collusion. The good
matron did not find her heart strings
SO inextricably wound about her
former pet that she feared to "dwin-
die, peak and pine" at his loss, and
readily consented to transfer all
right, title, dover and right Of dow
er in him from the Butternuts to
Chestnut Farm"
Curley, having now been duly
sealed unto his new mistress, grew
in favor every day. He went
with her everywhere, helped
her decapitate every cabbage, pull
every pepper and sprig of sage, al
ways getting his paws mixed up
with her fingers, so as to make a
gdeat show OF usefulness. He went
with her to the pastures for herbs
and mints, tasting every specimen
with the gravity ofan Oriental cup
bearer, though he s0as apt to waive
second bite.
1t was astonishing how the little
creature used to brighten the dull
old rooms, taking all the agedness
and dismalness out of them. How
often, when we "women folk, sat
alone in the prim ''north room,"
and all talk.had died out-she knit
ting those endless scanned socks,
and l hemming, hemming, over,
over, Overing the interminable
sheets, Curley would come rattling
in with such noisy assurance OF
welcome that the very day seemed
to brighten about us, and the blood
moved more nimbly in our veins.
Don't l remember tonight, just as
well as if my blessed grandfather
had not been twenty years under
the turf, the great rolIicking boy
laugh he nssd to give when the
little Goth, having by much clam
Der, and the help of an old dresser,
mounted to the top of his high
backed settee, swooped down on
his bald head like troop ofhorses?
OF course the dear, perverse old
lady would never own that she was
in the least fond of the creature, al
ways insisting osteniatiously that
he was "proper sight O. bother;;''
but / used to hear her praising and
petting him in terms her puritan
conscience never permitted her to
bestow on me, though, if she heard
my footstep she would directly qua
yer off into "Msar" or "Old Hun.
dred."
In the letters that came home
from Chestnut Farm" when had
gone back to the low browed cot
tage and the brown handed broth
ers-in the wise, ,grandmotherly let
ters,-there was not much about
the little doggie, but somebody once
wrote on the margin in a trembling
hand that Curley slept every night
on bright, new rug by the kitchen
fire, and, in somebody's opinion,
had more mince pie and sponge
cake than was good for him.
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