Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1872-08-21

hclplcss, squlrmlpS creatures s-rock
this one, trot t'othcr-catnip for this
one, saffron for that one up and
dowv, and all overland she just
laughing and SAYING It's we'll they
are boys, mother, cause l can make
their clothes clear up to their freedom
suits. Girls puzzle me- Dorema
was tailorcss by trade, You know.
[ will say 1 never knew babies 10
| thrive better"
"What were they namcd?" |
queried, mindful of the anxious dis
cussioms over dainty morsel of hui
rEanity in certain happy home not
long before.
"Well, there was fuss about that,
too. Deacon Quimby, he wanted
'cm called Paul and Timothy Lucin-
da Barnes--shc's the school teacher
she wanted 'cm named Damon and
Pythagoras. or some such heather
nonsense. Lucinda was so highflying
in her idcas," said Mrs. Blatchford,
cXplosivcly. esquire e" Luce said they
ought to be George Washington and
Patrick Henry. But when every
body got through talking, Dorema
spoke: 'Thcir names shall be John
and James, and somehow it never
struck anybody at the time that one
was the name of her father and the
other of Dorcma's intended, James
Judson, who died nine years before,
just when he'd got his new house
done, and the wedding day was set. :"
alt must have been hard for her to
take care of them and support her.
self too," said.
''It was; she slavcd hard, you
might say. But she seemed to do
pretty WE'LL have all idea the Lord
kind Of prospcrcd her after she took
them orphans. When her mother
went blind, folks said she'd have to
give them up; but she didn't"
Blind how drcadful!' with a
. murInur of sympathy.
"Yes, it was nerve trouble, and
came suddenly. Deacon Quimby went
over to reason with her. Says he.
Pm afraid you've been stiff-ncckcd
in this matter, Dorcma; now you'll
be made to see them twins rs bur-
den, and have to put 'cm where they
bclong.' Dorema answered just as
quiet: Il look ut it different says
!, she. IF the Lord took mothers
, sight, he sent her two pair of young
| eyes to grow up in her use while
. mine are tied to the needle: Tho
$ boys are her best comfort. Step il
t and read mother Il Psalm, deacon
that'll do her good. morc'n talking.
+ &" The deacon did read Susan Fletch
er spell, and came away clearing
Z, his throat rs if he had dreadful cold
Next day he sent her bushcl of ap
| pies. Folks said it was the frs
present he ever made; but that ISM
hardly likely" " said Mrs. Biatchfort
E mildly. "Dorcma was right, though
llcr luOtueE uilu Soilu COulOII ii
j, these boys. She taught 'cm to read
/, too"
= "To rcad!" 1 exclaimed.
y "It's a fact" replied Mrs. Blatch
ford, enjoying my surprise. "Sh'
= knew pretty much of the Bible by
+ heart, and Dorcna would set 'cm q
&, one chapter and tell her what it was
!. so she could correct 'cm as they read
:. 1t used to be kind of like picture tt
see the o.d lady setting in her chair
with them two chubby rogucs lean
, ing against her and spelling out tho
q good words as sober us ministers
' and Dorema sewing away as fast anC
5 smiling to herself. Dorcma WASH
+ never handsome, but | alway.
o thought she grew better favored
). after she had the care of them little
J.. ones. Somehow there is sOmcthin:
really beautifying in loving and do
i ing; it isn't a skin-decp prettiness
II mean, but a kind of look folks Ila
to admire. "
"lf they have eyes to see it,"
II suggested, as the good woman gazct
: mcdiiatively over her spectaclcs Il:
=. if bringing up the vision of some
face so "bcautiticd."
"Folks mostly has the eyes th'
t shutting 'cm up is what hinder.
their seeing" replied she, briskly
I But maybe you're tired. ] never
!. know when to stop talking, special.
/, if it's about Dorema and the boys.
"Thcrc's 10 romance about til,
, story, but seems to me it tells con
; siderable for one woman's patience
!, and courage, and smartncss. There.
q a saying about old maids children
!, and l must say l rather expected
/ Dorcma'd bring them up either t.
@ have their own way Oh everything, OF
never have it at all. But they're jus
G. right; healthy, wcll-manncred, ant
G loving their Aunt Dora, as they cal
j. her, just as much rs they ought tt
q love her. And that's saving consid
f erablc, y" added Mrs. Blatcliford, Will
i. emphasis, and she hustled out of thu
I room obedient to the old clock
d whcezy signal of the tca-hour, which
, like the laws of the Medes and Per
l. slams, altered not in this primitive
+ region all the year round.
Three summers went by befor,
" quiet little Chcrrywood again helt
me as seeker after rest and refresh
r mcnt among its hills and hospitabl'
a rustic people. Once more widow
i Blatchford opened her door to Inc
r. and installed me monarch of he
}. "keeping-room" and the breez,
:. chamber above 1t. 1t was not to he
G displeasure that one OF my first in
e luireis should relate to Dorem
S Fletcher and her adopted children.
:. "Therc, knew you wouldn't for
q get about them !" said she delightedly
al thought you'd like to hear of i,
l. when things happened as they did
n You remember told you how vel
a Dorema trained the boys. Well