The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1871-03-03
"sho had found man she couldn't

ute I clapped my eyes on you. can
tell by your eyerlastin arguin' that
you are lawyer. We hain't got no
quarrels; don't want no deeds drawcd
or will made; so if you're huntin' a
huntin' job of my husband, you may
as well onhitch your horse and drive
on. We know enough to make a little
to it.
my good woman, you entirely mis-
understand my errand. / can tell no
person but himself what it il, and
must tell him in confidence alone. If
he chooses he may break it TO you the
best way he can"
90, my goodness sakes alive!
Brother Lifts blowea up in the Missis-
sippi boat, betl o, In me, tho poor
fellow He left little something,
didn't he ?"
Il never heard OF him, or nobody's
'blowed up that know of, /" replied
the gentleman.
"I-now knowl You're the man
that wants to go to Congress, ha, and
have come here huntin' after votes.
He shall not vote for you? l hate
politicians, and especially them that
goes agin women, and thinks they were
made to drudge, and nothin' else! l
go in for free and equal rights for
white folks-men and women-for
Scripture says, there isn't neither
men nor women, but all's one III pol
itics.' / believe the day is comm
when such as you and me will have TO
bow the knee TO women, afore you can
get the big places aid high pay that's
catin us all up with taxes! You can't
see my husband! We are goin' to the
polls on the way to the mill, and III
promise YOU that no votes right"
I'm no candidate, and don't know
what you are talking about. All
there comes the man want" And
the stranger went toward Mr.. Cuts,
who had just leaped the bars which
led from the potato patch into the lane
Mrs. Cuts flew into the house fol
her un-bonnet, to follow them; but
by the time she got TO the bars, the
mysterious visitor and Cults were driv'
ing rapidly down the road.
The strong minded woman shouted
after her husband, You'd better come
back, / tell you" but tho wind was
the wrong way, and carried her words
into the potato patch.
"Sir," said the gentleman To honest
Cuts, Il have very simple question
to ask you, but shall have to ask you
in confidence. will give five dollars
if you will promise not to repeat my
words until tomorrow"
Well, sir" replied Cults, 81
shouldn't like to answer any questions
that would make trouble among IN,
neighbors. / have my hands full,
can tell you, to keep out of scrapei
now; but I've done it, and hain't al
enemy in the world, as / know"
"But sir, you needn't reply to nf,
question unless you are perfectly will
ing" said the stranger.
"Ask your question" said Cults
"and will not repeat it"
well, Mr.. Cults, / am laying fence
on the Brisley place, that / have jus
bought, and 1 was directed to inquire
of you where could buy cedar posts
A fellow in the store said, Cuts car
tell you, if his wife will let him; bu
she won't. She'll insist on telling yot
i,crself, and perhaps offer to drive yot
VIII hsrever you go to order them. ;"
81 told them / would see you ant
ask you only; and the fellows bet OF
it. They are to give you ten dollars
and two or three widows in town
cord OF wood each, if / succeed il
asking you this question alone, ant
making SIRE your wife does not know
my business until after breakfast to
morrow morning"
CUTS knew his wife's standing" to,
we'll to feel very sensitive, and taking
the bill from the stranger, he smilet
~. "I'll s go with you q look gut ceda
posts and keep dark, foythe joke
sake; but I don't know as shsll let M
stay in the house tonight; I don
own it," replied the good-nature'
Catts.
"Suppose you go to the place ant
see to setting the posts. / will send
boy to tell her you had to go off sud
denly on little business, and will b
back in the morning." said the stran
ger.
/ 'I'll do that" replied Cults, "for
never quarrel with her, but let he
have her own way. I don't want t
worry myself about trifes.
j "Good man." said the stranger
ssthere are no trifes in this life. Th
smallest act is important, and tina
!, easy good nature of yours will rui
your family. Battle that spirit to-day
and next Sunday take your boys an
go to the house of God, whatever sh
!, says, and be real man-at the hea
of your own house and family"
], ''It's rather late to begin," sal
!. Cults, shaking his head in o way tha
J, would have warned others from th
trap in which his feet were fast.
J, "You see the purse is hers" he &C
ded, ssand that has been cruelle
fetter than her will to me. But wi
try to begin anew, for her good wi
and the children's."
The boy was sent with the message
but the boy wasn't sharp enough
: Madam Cults discovered the where
abouts of her lord, tackled up an
: went after him.
{ All the way home and far into tl
Z night, she used her cloquence, bot
/ in pleadings and threatenings, to fin
out the mysterious errand Of that hat
full town nabob that had come into tl
q len1intr4 ia senarate happy families.