The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1871-11-30

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she told EN- that she'd got everything
ready, and showed EN- her pantries and
the cakes and her pies, aud her puldn's
and took EN- al over the house, and
they went peakin and pokin.' openin
cupboard doors and lookin' into drawers.
and they couldn t fad SO much as a thread
out O the way. from garnet to cellar and
SO they went off quite diSeontented AFTER
that the women set a new trouble brew
III. Then they begun to tall that it
was year now since Mis- Carryl died and
1t rally wasn't proper for such a young
gal to be stayia' there, who every body
could see was settin' her cap ION the
minister
Miss Pipperidge said that so long as
she looHed on lfuldy as the hired gal she
hadn thought much about it but Hubby
Was rally tain on airs as an equal, and
appearing as mistre So O. the house in a
way that would make taM if it went on.
And Miss Pipperidge, draw round up to
Deakin Abner Shows, and down to Miss
Ljah Perry's, and ASKED them if they
wasn't afraid that The way the parson and
iiuldy was a goin On might talh and they
said they hadn't thought ont before, but
cow come to thnh ont, they was sure it
would and they all went and talked with
somebody else, ard asked them if they
| didn't thlDG it would MAKE taK; So
when Sunday anne, between meetln' S
there warn't nothin' else talhed about,
ami Hubby saw folks noddin' and a
wlnkin and lo' King arter her, and she
begun 10 feel DIRE; dful sort @ disagreed
Bile. Finally, N IS Sawin, she says to
herr My dear, Cidn't you never think
felix's would talk about you and the min
lister?
No; WY should they? says Hubby,
! quite innocent.
Well, lear, says she, I think; it's q
/ shame, bat they say your trying 20 catch
him, and that lis bold and improper for
you to be cour'in' Of him right in his own
house-you know folks will taM-I
| thought II tell you cause think so much
| OF you, says she.
Huldy was gal Of spirit. and she de-
spised the talk, hut it made her dreadful
anco mfortable, and when she got home
at night she sat down in the morning
glory porch, quite quiet, and didn't sing
! a word.
The minister, he heard the same thing
from one of his deacons that day, and
when be saw Hubby so Kind O. silent, he
says to her, Why don't you sing, my
| child?
He had a pleasant sort O. way with
him, the minister had. and Hubby had
got to llkin' to be with him, and it all
come over her that perhaps she ought to
go away, and her throat got kinder filed
up SO she couldn't hardly speak, and says
she, Il can't sing to night"
Says he ''ycu don know how much
good your singing has done me, nor how
much good you have done me in all ways,
Hubby. L wish | knew how to show my
gratitude. -
'.Oh, SIR says Hubby, ''is it improp
er for me to be here p
mo, dear said the minister gentle,
but i'll natured folks will talk, but there
Is one way we can stop it, Huldy-if you
will marry me. You'll make me very
happy, and [ will do all l can to make
you happy. Will you ?"
wal, Hubby never told me jist what
she said to The minister-gal' never does
! give you the particulars of them are
things just as you like 'em--only |
know the upshot, and the hull ont was
that Hubby, she did considerable lot O.
clear starchin' and ironin' the next two
days, and the Friday O. next week the
minister and she rode over together tc
Doctor Latrop's in Old Town, and the
doctor he jist made 'em man and wife
spite Of envy Of the Jews, as the hymn
says. Wal, you better believe there
was starin and a wonderin' next Sun,
day mornln' when the next bell was a
toliIn', and the minister walked up the
broad i-le with Hhdy, all in white, arm
In arm with HIN, ard he opened tie min
lsters pew and handed her in as if she
was princes, Tor you see Parson Carry
! come born gentleman, and sort Of grand
way o bela' polite to women folks. Wal,
| guess there was a ruslin' among the
bunnets, Miss Pipperidge gin a great
bounce, Ike corn poppin' on a shovel,
and her eyes glared through her glasses
at Hal Is as if they'd sot her afre, and
every b ,dy in the meetin' house was d
tarin', tell yeao. Bat they couldn t
! none OF en- say nothin' again Hubby S
looks, for lere want crinp nor lrill
about herthat wan jis' so, and her fIoek
was white as the driven snow, ard she
had her bunnet all trimmed up with
white rib''ins. and all the fellows said the
| old doctor had stole the march and got
! lie hatdsomest gal in the parish.
Wal, after meetin they all come rot nd
the parson and Hubby at the door, shak-
in hands and laugh hin for by that tin e
they was about agreed that they'd got to
let putty well alone.
Why, Parson Carryl, says Mis- Deacon
Blodsct, how you've come it over US. ;
I eS, says the parson with a kind O.
twinkle in his eye, 1 thought says he,
a folks wanted to talk about Hubby and
| me, Ia give 'em somethin' with talking
about. = Hoods Household Magazine.