The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1873-01-07
Two DeacOn's i'm a Fix.
tsn EAcoN TARBox, Pm a vir-

The speaker was Mrs. Jerusha the wife
of DR.. Amadeus Brown, and the scene was
the library of the deacon's house in the
village of Oak Hollow. Mrs. Brown had
worked herself into quite heat Of scarlet
excitement, and the deacon sat in his arm
chair, looking at her with a troubled ex-
preston through his gold-bowed spcctacles.
$50 tits so tits, F" said the deacon, "if
your suspicious are correct. You say that
your husband visits the parsons wife every
day?" .,..... .....
Every individual day for the last three
weeks. Don't / know it? Haven't
watched him? I've stood it jest as long as
l kin, and now I'm goin' to speak out. I'll
have divorce, that l will. Let him run
away with that little pink and white doll
baby if he wants to- He'll find out one of
these days who kin cook his vittles best,
him. Eff he'd rather have her to do it, he's
welcome to try her.
" 1t is greatly to be regretted that Mis-
ter Gray didn't choose some older person."
said the deacon, gravely. ellis wife is
too young for parsons wife, and too
pooty."
"Pooty!" exclaimed Mrs. Jerusha, fir
ing up. "Well, that's matter of opin-
ion. don't admire her style myself"
"This is a very serious matter" said
Deacon Tarbox, with great solemnity.
"This must be brought at once afore the
selectmen of the parish-that is, supposin',
of course, ma'am, that you ken prove what
you say"
"Prove it ~ replied Mrs. Brown, vio-
lently. 81 ken prove it fast enough
Didn't the doctor order the parson to send
his wife to the city for a change of air, as
he said, and when that poor unsuspectin'
man went an done it, didn't my husband
post right off after her, under pretence of
havin' business there?
1t must be looked into," said Deacon
Tarbox. 81 promise you, Mrs. Brown,
you shall hev justice done to you. Now,
III jest step over'n consult Elder Pilberry.
He's a clear headed man, the elder is, and
we'll do whatever he thinks best about it.
Dear, dear Why can't folks obey the
Scripturs and leave other peoples wives
alone?"
He found that worthy in his backyard, in
his shirt sleeves, saving wood, and at once
laid the matter before him.
WALL" said the elder, standing with
one foot on his sawhorse and resting his
elbow refectively on his knee, "my opin-
ion is jest this: We must work slow, ye
know. Missis Brown is materially kinder
Jealous little woman, an she may be mis-
taken in some of her facks. Now we can't
git along without facks to steer by. DR..
Brown may be visitin' the parsons wife
with the most honorable intentions, an the
parson may know all about it when Missis
Brown don't. 1t won't do to stir this thing
up, you know, deacon, till we git more
1acks.
"Yaas, that's so, Brother Pilberry," re-
piled the deacon; "but how kin we do it ?
There aint no doubt about DR.. Browns
bein' down to the parsonage most every
night sence Parson Gray went away. Then
ye know, he follered her down to the city,
too. That 'ere don't look right, elder,
now does it ?'
"No, it DON'T" said Mr.. Pilberry, "but
faint best to take things for granted. AS
you say, the parsons wife is young'n pooty
and faint sing'lar the doctor should be
kinder took with her; but then Doctor
Brown is married man, an a member OF
good standin', so guess we'd better make
sure of our facks fust. Now wouldn't il
,be good idee for you an to kinder hang
round down by the parsonage tonight, and
see what's goin' on? Eff we could git 8
look in through the winders, ye know, VIC
might be able to tell what the doctor goei
there for.''
"That idee never struck mt" said Dea
con Tarbox, in a convinced tone Of voice
implying that it had struck him now, anC
that he was very forcibly impressed by it
"That's good suggestion"
"Wall," continued the elder, "you jes
come over here along about eight o'clock
an we'll walk down that way"
"How about the parsons dogP" aske
the deacon little nervously.
so, he dent do nothin' but bark, an
besides, he's chained up. guess tain
best to say anything to Missis Brown
Shouldn't like to hev it known how we g
our information, ye know"
The deacon nodded, and the elder n
turned to his wood-sawing, each of thel
s,Ioat;no, with an inward satisfaction Oy,