The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1872-06-13

I a SANAtiNA AAtSiS 4AiA'' " 40 Jhu NOdAN
not earn your salt. What dye sa,
your name wasy'
"Mary Smith And indeed if yol
will try me for only a week, I'm SUR
YOU viii keep me till the season
over
Mrs. Clements looked ont of III,
window at the gray clouds that were
! piling gloomily up; and then The
wind gave a great wailing shriel
around the corners OF the house.
"Yeu can cook, ken youI or shake
up. feather heds-goOd big ones, for
/ t. pouuders2'
A gleeful little laugh came from
Mary's lips.
%Indeed l can. / may not coob
to suit SOU, but l can learn.
AIrs. Clements walked out to the
huge open fire place in tne kitchen
whore the Deacon was shelling corn
"What dye say, Deacon? Keel
her "I not? / Kind o. like her looks,
and the dear knows it'ud he a good
lift while we're KILN, if She could
not do more'n set the table or make
the mush for the bread r--,
Take her of course, Hannah.
You are hard driv', 7 know. Let h5r
stop a week OF 50 anyhow "
SO Mrs. Clements came slowly
back and sat down again.
You can't get away tonight,
anyhow. There's a snow storm
been brewin' these three days, and
it's on to us now sure enough. See
then ere flakes, fine and thick.
That's a sure sign it i'll last a good
while. You may as veil take your
things up stairs in the west garret,
and then come dowr and help me
get supper
Then followed directions to the
west 9arret. and when she was gohe,
Mrs. Clements turned to the DeacO ::
u never saw a girl afore I'd trust
mp my stairs alone. But such as
her won't steal can tell you that If
nothing else"
Directly she came down in her
purple print dress and big white
apron; her hair brushed. of her face
into a net; a rarrow linen collar,
fastened with sailors loop nf mar
row black ribho3.
1t seemed as if she had life, too;
handiIy She fitted in and out the
big pantry and then down the eel az.
Then, after the meal, she gathered
the dishes il n neat, silent way, that
was perfect bliss to Mrs. Clements
eyes.
"She'ss determined to airn her
bread anyhow, aud / like her turn.
too
And the Deacon had "taken a
shine" to Mary smith.
One by one the days wore on; the
hog KILN was over and done; loug
strings Of sausage hung in fantastic
rings, arranged by Mays deft fin
gers, sweet hams and shoulders were
piled away in true housewifely man
ner. and now Mary and Mrs. Gle
ments were sitting in the sunnydin
ing room. darning,e patching ana
meHding.
81 don't know what ever I am 60
ing 10 do without yOu, May, |
dread to see you pack up your
A blush of pleasure spread over
the girls face.
Il am SO glad you have been suit
ell with my word. Indeed I've.
triel."
1T amt the work altogether,
though goodness Knows you're the
su arte~t gal / We seen this many
day. As say, it ain the work, 1t
yuu, Mary. I've got to thiukiHga
sight of you-mc AMI the deacon.
Mary's lip tremble at the kind
ness OF the ola lady 5 voice, but she
Sewed rapidly ON.
"lt's uncommon Lonesome like
since the hoy lett the farm; but it's
worse Vet since he got ,narrie II
seems like drserting us altogether
-''Have you a SOM YoI never
mentioned him"
NO, George has got his way. anI
we must go OUIs. Yes, he married
one of those crack-headcd boarding
school people, who can tell the dlf
ference between a rolIiag-pin and q
milk pan
But d,spite her scorn, AIRS. Gle
meuts dashed Oh the tears with he
h own fist.
"I~ his wife pretty? I Isupposc You
love her dearly"
Il don't know anything about her,
and never want % know. IIe's let
us for her, and us old folks W
leave him for her, too. Mary, uSt
turn them cakes around; seems hey
are burning.
When Mary turned, Mrs Clom-
ents was leaning on the arm Of hei
chair.
MARY, supposin' you stop on
with us another month yet. anyhow:
The Deacon will make it all right.
at isn't the money | care for, Mrs.
Clements. only wish l might stay
always. You don't know how much
love you "
Love MS! do you? Bless your
heart. If poor GeUrge had only
picked You out, what a comfort it
would be to us all! But 1t can't be
helped now"
She sighed wcarily, then glanced
aut of the window, looked a mo
ment and then threw down hcr work.
Bless my soul, if there amt Our
son George coming up the iape
Deacon, Deacon George IS comm!
And all her mnther-love rushing
to her heart. she hurried uut to
meet him. Oh, the welcoming, the
the carcsscs, the deter
mination to love him still, and still
despite dear. innocent little Marion
Then, when the able had been
set IN the next room by Mary's tin
gers, and she hal returned To her
west oarrct." Mrs. Clements open
"a her heart.
The -e's no use talkin', George-
This fine fancy lady a. yours never
will suit me. Give nae smart Etr
like nv Mary Smith, and III ask no
more. Gene in to supper Low.
Mary, Mary
She raised her voice to coll th.
.,i,I rvbt.n n IoW answer near her