Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1872-05-14


worn to a sieve, and a hole rigl
through the bottom of the dishpan.-
I'D like to know if Elan Mousel,
thinks dispans grow on bushes. An
the everlasting old plea of poverty
ever | ask him for cent. don't b.
iieve but what he's got money hi
away somewhere - the Mouselev
always had the name of being dreac
full miserly tribe. But I'll have ne,
dispan, or I'll know the reason why.
A woman's wit at turning the block
ed wheels of an emergency is proven
bal, and Mrs. Mouseley was not lon,
in finding her way out of the dilem
ma.
"There's them old pillars up the
garnet that belonged to Elams moth
err" she thought, securing away at a
defective pan with all the might and
main of well-trained New England
arm. 81 meant to give 'em to Rachel
but since she's up and married that poor
stick of miller, don't care whether
she has 'em or not, more specially
as they're chock full o moths. l rip
ped one on EN- open t'other day to
get some feathers for the settin' room
chair cushion, but sewed it up again
pretty quick when | see what was in
side ont. I'll trade them pillars off
to tin peddler. I've always had a
grudge agin' the whole race of ped
dlers, ever since Jethro TAFT sold me
a broom that fell to splints the first
time | undertook to sweep the carpet
with it. only wish-why bless my
soul, if there amt Jethro now And
he driving by as cool as any cowcum-
Der. Hello, you! Ha-a-ay"
AS Mrs. Mouseley lifted her shrill
voice on the autumn air, waving her
dish cloth high above her head, the
overloaded wagon of tins, brooms,
mats and other numberless etceteras,
came to numbering stop.
oval l declare !" cried Jethro Tat,
with well stimulated surprise, "'cf
faint Mis- Mouseley! And l was
driving by in brown study. Wal,
never Anything I can serve yc with
to-day, Mis- Mouseley ?"
In the instant in which Jethro TAFT
wiped his forehead with a scarlet cot
ton pocket handkerchief, Mrs. Mouse
ley had resolved on her tactics. She
would ignore the broom entirely. To
insure victory she must become cool
and cautious, and she felt that she
could not trust herself on the sore
subject.
"Wcll, yes, that is, I've been want
ing q new dishpan."
"Lots on en- Said Mr.. TAFT brisk
ly, with a sudden movement of some
hidden rope or brace, which brought |
glittering multitude of tin pans around
his feet on the green turf. "Cheap,
too, cheap as dirt"
II have no money" said Mrs.
Mouseley. II was sort O. calculatin'
on trade
"All the same," said Mr.. TAFT,
smoothly, II don't generally do bust
ness in that way, but 1 always like to
oblige an old friend"
Mrs. Mouseley smothered a sort of
contemptuous derision into a cough,
and went up to the garnet after the
two condemned pillows which had be-
longed to her husbands mother.
"Real nice feather pillars" said she,
with hand on the ticken. "Only
my beds is all supplied, and haint no
need for any more"
"What'll you take for 'em ?" de-
handed Jethro, seeming profit from
afar.
"Well, 1 don't fairly know what
their with is, only | wanted dispan !,
and a cullender, and steamer-Mr.
Mouseley seiU have the vegetables all |
steamed-and a door mat"
Mr.. TAFT listened to the enumera-
ton with his head meditatively on one
side.
"Thc feathers amt worth that"
said he. "Feathers is dreadful low
now in the market"
"Just as you choose" said Mrs.
Mouseley, beginning to bundle up her
pillows again.
"Tbcre'S good three pounds on EN-,
and
Now, now !" interposed Jethro,
with an oily persuasiveness of tone and |
manner, "you always was so quick,
Mis- Mouseley. You didn't wait to
hear me out. was going to say,
scein' twas you I wouldn't let door
mat stand in the way of our bargain.
I'm clear out O. cullenders, but I've
nice article of a wire sieve"