Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1873-03-31
because, if she did, colt-foot tea is a
grand thing. Amt she bilious ?"
81 shnnldn,t wonder If she MAS

81 ShOuldn wonder II Sne Was.
..Well, now if she was my girl I'd
give her good dose of blue pill to begin
with, and follow it out with smart
course of castor oil or salts. [ should
keep right on with the boneset three
times day-'tis very strengthenin
and I'd have her take raw egg in half
glass of cider every morning before
breakfast. That's one of the best things
l know of for weakly folks. Is she mar
vous about sleepin' p
Yes, she is, rather.
There is nothing so good for mar
vousness as hop tea. Give her some ev-
cry night, the last thing before she goes
to bed, and make her hop pillow. |
guess if you follow her up thoroughly
you'll bring her out all right. There's
nothin' like bein' thorough, said Aunt
Debbie, with the emphatic air Of long
experience.
After much further advice, Mrs. Whit
aker set out for home, burning with zeal
to follow up Susan with all of Aunt
Debbie prescriptions. What the con-
sequence would have been to poor Susan.
one shudders to think. Fortunately,
fate kindly interposed in her behalf.
1t seems a clear case of one "born in
the woods to be scared at an owl, that
the old Whitaker horse should take it
into his ancient head to be frightened
at moving machine But such was
actually the fact. As he was jogging
along, head down, apparently lost in
memories of his far away youth, he came
suddenly upon Deacon Foskett's rattling,
gathering moving machine. Up went
his head, one snort, one jump sideways,
and away he plunged down the hill,
twitching the reins from Mrs. Whitakers
hand by the suddenness of this unex-
pected start. A big rut at the foot of
the hill-over goes the wagon on top of
Mrs Whitaker-and Deacon Foskett and
his hired man ran down the hill to find
Mrs Whitaker with one leg broken,
sprained shoulder, and any amount of
bruises and wrenchings.
What was to become of the Whitakers,
now that the main spoke in the domes-
tic wheel was useless ? They hire a
girl, of course, suggests the intelligent
| reader. But hiring girl in Tully was
no such trifing matter. A small facto-
ry in the village absorbed all the Amer
lean girls of the vicinity, who would
otherwise have worked in families, and
there being no Catholic church within
10 miles, the Irish girl who could be in
duced to live on farm was rar0 aUSS,
indeed.
Mr. Whitaker devoted week to driv-
ing around in different directions in pur-
suit of various myths of possible girls
that vanished into thin air on closer in
spection. Now Mrs. Haskell had heard
of very nice girl over in Benham,-
: Franklin Lester's wife's sister, who was
anxious to secure place. By the time
Mr.. Whitaker had reached Benham the
nice girl had engaged to teach school.
: Arriving at home he found Florence
Goodman had sung to Susan the praises
: of a certain ''widow-woman, on Stony
: HILL So away he hies to Stony Hill to
find the widow gone to keep house for
her brother.
. II declare" said Mr.. Whitaker to
= Susan, as he returned girlless and dis
t pirited, from his long drive, 81 believe
1t if | wanted wife l could get six easier
1t than can get one girl p
Don't try any more, father, said
< Susan. "We can get along somehow
1T Ned and I can do the work.
y That's so,'' said Ned. ..We'll make
ID bully team
IS Don't be so low, Ned said Susan
s. who had undertaken the discouragins
t. task of .elevating'' Ned Boys resent
lie "elevating," especially by their own sis
l. ters, and accordingly Ned rather exert
ly ed himself to be slangy in Susan's pres
ence.
e. But now a feeble wall was heard from
in the bedroom where poor Mrs. Whitake
d. lay, fevered and helpless, on her rest
ed less couch.
r. s'You must get girl, father" she re
ee monstrated. Susan can't do the work
1t will kill her. She isn't strong enough
as and besides she don know how. 0, dear
If if could get up and take hold myself
'st can't be reconciled to lying here whe
}? there's So much to do p
re. To soothe his wife. Mr. Whitake
up promised to try once more, and fnall
one night drove into the yard in triumph
: a seated on a small hair trunk. The owl
er of the trunk, an actual 'girl, in pr
p pria persona, band-box in hand, sittin
er- in state on the seat behind him.
III The new girls name was Luna, pa
ct. Luna" Ned called her. She was ia
in and bony, wore her hair cut short in tt
neck, and rejoiced in a bass voice tn;
'u- was perpetual surprise to the famil.
'ut Luna soon developed ways that, if n
ing dark we're decidedly uncomfortable
Ned always declined pie after he on
un- COW Tuna &c cha cut aaoh n;aca dray