Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1871-11-04
m.No: why should thevp' saws Huldy,

".No; why should theyP says Hubby,
quite innocent.
We'll. DEAR sas she, i think it S a
shame. but they say you're tryin' to catch
him. and that it's so bold and improper
for YOU to be courtin of him right in his
own house. you know folks will talk
thought I'd tell you cause think so much
of you,' says She
:Huldy was gal of spirit, and she de
spised the talk, but it made her drehul
uncomfortable, and when she got home
at night she sat down in the morning
glory porch, quite quiet, and didn't sing a
word.
1.-The minister, he heard the same thing
from one of his deacons that day. ana
when he saw Hubby so kind o silent, he
SAYS to her, Why don't you sing, my
child?'
"He ned a pleasant sort % way with
him. the minister had, and Hubby had got
to likin' to be with him, and it all came
over her that perhaps she ought to go
away, and her throat filled up so she
couldn't hardly speak, and, says she, 4
can't sing tonight
..Says he. YOU don't know how much
good your singin' has done me. nor how
much good you have done me in all ways,
Hubby. | wish | knew how to show my
gratitude
% oh, sir, says Hubby, is it improper
for me to be here?'
"'No, DEAR said the minister, gently.
but illnatured 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 I'll do all can to make you
happy. Will you?'
oval, Hubby never told me just what
she said to the minister-gars never does
give you the particulars of them are
things just as you'd like 'em-only know
the upshot, and the hull ont was that HUI
dy, she did consid'able lot o clear
starchi'n and ironin' the next two days,
and the Friday o next week the minister
and she rode over together to DR.. Lath
rop'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'd
better believe there was starin' and a
wonderin' next Sunday mornin' when the
second bell was tolin' and the minister
walked up the broad aisle with Hubby, all
in white, arm in arm with him, and he
opened the minister's pew and handed
her in as if she was a princiss, for you see
Parson Carryl come of a good family. and
was born a gentleman, and sort o. grand
way o bein polite to women folks. WAL
/ guess there was a ruslln' among the
bunnets. Mis- Pipperidge gin great
bounce, like corn poppin' on shovel,
and her eyes glared through her glasses at
Hubby as if they'd sot her afire, and
everybody in the meetin' house was a
starin', tell yeo. But they couldn't none
of 'em say nothin' agin Huldy's looks, Cor
there want crimp nor a frill about her |
vast .jis' so, and her. frock was white as
the driven snow, and she had her bunnet
trimmed up with white and ribbins, and all
the fellers said the old doctor had stole a
march and got the handsomist gal in the
parish.
oval, arter meetin they all come round
the parson and Hubby at the door, shakin'
hands and laughin', for by that time they
was about agreed that they'd got to let
putty well alone.
"'Why, Parson Carryl,' says Mis- Dea-
con Blodgett, how you've come it over
u.s.
eyes says the parson, with a kind O
twinkle in his eye, i thought says he,
as folks wanted to talk about Hubby and
me, I'd give 'em somethin' with talkip'
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