Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1871-11-03
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the town look like gincral training day
Sunday.
He was great on texts, the doctor was.
When he had q pint to prove he'd jest go
thro' the Bible and drive all the texts ahead
o him like a flock o. sheep-and then it
there was text that seemed agin him
why he'd come out with his Greek and
Hebrew, and kind O. chase it round spell
Jest as We see a Teller chase contrary bell
wether, and make him jump the fence
arter the rest tell you there want no
text in the Bible that could stand agin the
doctor when his blood was up. The year
after the doctor was appointed to preach
the lection sermon in Boston, he made
such a figger that the Brattle street church
sent a committee right down to see if they
couldn't get him to Boston---and then the
Sherbune folks, they up and raised his
salary-ye see there amt anything wakes
folks up like somebody else's wantin' what
you've got Wal, that fall they made him
doctor O divinity at Cambridge college,
and so they sot more by him than ever.
Wal, you see the doctor, OF course, ne
felt kind o. lonesome and afflicted when
Mis- Carryl was gone, but rally and truly,
Hubby was so up to everything ABOUT
bouse that the doctor didn't miss nothin'
n
pleated fnerthan they ever was, and them
ruffies round his wrists was KEEP like the
driven snow, and there warnt brack in
his silk stockings. and his shoe buckles
was KEEP polished up, and his coats brush
ed, and then there warn't no bread and
buiscuit like Huldy's and her butter was
like solid Jumps o gold, and there warn't
no pies to equal hers, and so the doctor
never felt the loss of Mis- Carryl at table.
Then there was Hubby alters oppisite to
him, with her blue eyes and her cheeks
like two fresh peaches, and she was kind
o. pleasant to look at, and the more the
doctor looked at her the better he liked
her, and so things seemed to be goin' on
quite quiet and comfortable eff it hadn't
been that Mis- Pipperidge, and Mis- Sawin
got their heads together talkin' about
things.
"Poor man. says Mis- Pipperidge,
'swhat can that child that he's got there do
toward taking the care of all that place?
1t takes mature woman, she says. "to
tread in Mis- Carryrs Shoes
THAT it Does" said Mis- Blodgett, land
when things once gets to runnin' down
hill there amt no stoppin' on 'em" said She
Then Mis- Sawin took it up. (Ye see
Mis- Sawin used to 60 out to dress maxim,
and was sort o jealous, cause folks sot
more by Hubby Peters than they did by
her.) Well says she, Hubby Peters is
well enough at her trade; / never denied
that, though do say never did believe
in her way o maxim button holes, and /
must say, if twas the dearest friend had,
that thought Hubby, tryin' to fit Miss
kittridge's plumb-colored silk was clear
piece O. presumption-the silk was jist
lad txua rpf fn init
meetin' house. must say that Huldy's
gal that's always too ventersome about
takin' 'sponsibilites she don't know moth
in about
'sOf course she DON'T said Mis- Deakin
Blodget. 'What does she know about all
the Tookin' and seem TO that there ought
to be in guiding the minister's house ?
Huldy's well meanin' and she's good at
her work, and good in the singers seat,
but Lordy massey, she haint got no expert
ence. Parson Carryl ought to have an
experienced woman to keep house for
him. There's the spring house-clcanin',
and the fall house-cleanin' to be seen TO,
and the things to be put away from the
moths, and then the gettin' ready for the
association and all the minister's meetin's
and the maxim the soap and the candles,
and setin' the hens and turkeys, watchin
the calves and SEEM after the hired men
and the garden-and there that are bless
ed man list sits there at home as serene,
and has nobody round but that gal and
don't even know things must be runnin
to waste
''Wal, the upshot ont was they fused
and fuzzled and wuzzled till they'd drinked
up all the tea in the teapot, and then they
went down and called on the parson and
wuzzled him all up talkin' about this,
that, and t'other that wanted lookin' to,
and that it was no way to leave every
thing to young chit like Hubby, and that
he ought to be lookin' about for an ex-
perienced woman. The parson, he
thanked 'em kindly, and said he believed
their motives were good, but he didn't go
no further. He didn't ask Mis- Pipperidge
to come and stay there and help him, nor
tend to matters himself-the fact was the
Hubby round that he couldn't think %
such thing as swappin' her off for the
wilder Pipperidge.
But he thought to himself, Hubby is a
good girl, and oughtnt to be a leayin'
everything to her-its too hard ON her. |
ought to be instructin' and guidin' and
helpln' of her, cause faint everybody |
could be expected to know and do what |
Miss Carryl did, and so at it he went, and
Lordy massy, didn't Hubby have time
ont when the minister began to come
out of his study and want to tend round
and see to thingsP Hubby, you see,
thought all the world of the minister, and |
she was most afraid to laugh, but she told
me she couldn't, for the life of her, help
it when his back was turned, for he wuz-
zled things up in the most singular way,
but Hubby. she'd jist say yes, sir, and get
him off into his study and go on her own
way.
"Huldy," says the minister one day,
you amt experienced outdoors, and when
you want to know anything you must
come to me-
"Yes sir" says Hubby.
'Now, Hubby says the parson, 'you
must be sure to save the turkey eggs so
that we can have a lot of turkeys for
Thanksgiving"