The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1871-12-29

are at the door this time. She starts
back-it is two noted gossips, her
especial abhorrences. "They may
pull all day. Dear me! 1 wish I
had kept Katie to answer the bell, if
for nothing else" Solfoquizing
thus, Mrs. Talmadge again returns
to the kitchen to finish her dishes,
but the water is again cold. As she
turns to set the pan on the stove,
there is the noise of approaching
feet and she catches a glimpse of
somebody passing the window. Now
somebody raps at the kitchen door.
"Who can it ber' she exclaimes, as
she puts a stray ringlet in its place
and smooths out her apron-"the
ruling passion strong in death, you
observe, gentle reader. "Pshaw!
it's no one I'm afraid to see," she
exclaims as she opens the door.
Better had it been to suspect rob-
bers or a pedler or even a harmless
book agent, and ask, @Who is thereP'
for who meet her frightened gaze
but the two detested gossipsl
"What ye got yersep shet up here
fur, s if yu's in prison?" the elder,
an old maid on the sunny side of
ninety, asks, pushing open the door
and pushing herself into the kitchen,
the younger following. "Why, Miss
Eyansp exclaims Mrs. Talmadge in
dispair, and sinks down upon a wash
bench conveniently near. Discover
ing Mrs. Talmedge's coarse apparel,
the gossip rsttles on without sense
or reason, 90! Duin' yer own work,
be yeP Where's yer hired girl?
Sent her, eh? me and Malvina here
rung yer door-bell till the hull house
almost tumbled doun," (''broke the
wire, 1 suppose" thought the dis
gusted lady-"wish the house had
quite fallen on them "And yet she
was a Christian } an as we furgot
our keerds, we 'cluded tu jes' dodge
round tn the back door an see eff
yu's out calm ur playin' sick.
Hope yer glad we've come? Pm or
fol d'lighted tn find yer lone. Yu
du look sick! Malvina, let's take orr
our thinks an set awhile. Mrs. Tai
madge's all lone anil like our COM
pany. Alters glad to drop intu a
neighbers 'thout any fuss ur p'rade,
an have a good social chat. Why
d. yer send yer gal? Was she igern-
ant ur d she rag out too hafty2
My! how hired gals does dress now
days-some Nv 'em better n their
mistresses! P'r'aps she had tu many
beans. Poor woman, she don't feel
well, Malvina, an can't talk none tu
speak Nv. We've jes' cum from
parson Studylittle's-he want tu
hum, but his wife was. She's either
sick ur lazy. She'd orter du what
she kin tn sport the family. The
parsons health s none tu fust best,
an it must be kinder discouragin'
when he thinks no his big family.
Dear me tu gracious! 1 would MT
be a minister's wife an have a big
family tn support no morn nothin', /,
lnur Malvina would n'tnuther. Some
busy bodies-there's alters plenty
sich, says she's settfn' her cap fur
the young Methods parson, but
law sakes, there's no truth in it.
Mrs. Talmadge, yu don't look well,
an WI orter du suthin'. Yer head
aches, an yer orter soak yer feet an
take some yarb tea-sOak 'em in
water-hot water, 1 mean; not tu
hot, but hot's you kin clevely bear.
! Come, Malvina, we'd better 60
Mrs. Talmadge amt well, an our
talkin' may be tiresome, though Pm
often sent fur to nuss sick invalids.
Don't furgit tn soak yer feet and
drink some yarb tea. Hot drops is
good. I'm a reg'lar Thomsonian-
none NV yer blew pill and kwinine
round me. By the way, don't yer
want Malvina tu stay with ye while
| yer sick? She don't make a business
NV workin' out as gineral thing, but
sickness $ an exception. Du yer
want her? Ye say yer don't Wal,
Malvina, let's be goin'. Well drop
in again-raly hope you'll be better
when we come. Good AFTERNOON,
Mrs. Talmadge. o! 1 furgot to re-
mind ye Nv the medicine. Yer
should mt put it of-d'lays is dang
erous-we ortenter dare death.
Remember the yafb tea and No. 6,
an don't above orl things furgit to
soak yer feet in hot water, not hot
enough tn take the skin orr, but
hot's yer kin bear it. Eff she didn't
. slam the door right in our face! So
she's duin' her own work-it II Try
the stuff she's made Of Hem! that
shows what folks come tn that lives
E tn fast. Guess she won't be sot SO
much by-we'n see."
81 thought they would never go
the arrant fools p'said Mrs. Talmadge
as she slammed the door. 'But ri
: have a girl before tomorrow night
, if money will hire one"
GRoWLER.
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