Weekly Trinity journal., 1873-11-29

what's the news ?" continued he, when
JEFF had sidled up close to the fireplace
where he stood scratching his head.
"There amt nothin',' said JEFF, grin
ming.
" "Nothing -? why, what boy you are,
now. Why, when l was boy | could
always find plenty of news to talk about" f"
and Mr.. Simpson, taking down gold
pan, poured it half-fnll of flour.
"What be you going to do ?" queried
jeff.
Make some bread, my boy. Must
have warm bread, you know, for Thanks
giving. Maybe you'll keep bach some
day and have to make bread" And Mr..
Simpson, reaching above the fireplace,
took down the yeast-can and looked into
it. Instantly change came over his
placid countenance, and he indulged in a
number Of EXPLANATIONS, moro remark
able for force than elegance.
/ don't know as blame Simpson for
that little ebullition of temper. I"know
how it is myself" to find drowned
wood-rat mixed up with sour dough-
And acted pretty much as he did-even
to setting the can down on the doorstep
and giving it two or three good kicks,
with an invitation to depart for the resi-
dence of tho "Father of Lies"
"I'll have to go it on beans and bacon
straight" muttered Simpson. "Never
mind; so long as fellow has plenty of
beans, he'll do we'll enough. wonder
how near done they are ?"
1t was very easy to find out. Every
honest miner knows that. Mr.. Simpson
procured a long-handled spoon, and fish
ing up few of the beans blew zealously
upon them. AS the skins began to peel
up and roll back, a smile of triumphant
qualification appeared upon his counte-
nance, and he reached fora fork to try the
bacon.
Alas, it was the feather that broke the
camel's back. For, while my friend
Simpson was snoozing, the cross-stick in
chimney, from which the pot of beans
depended, was quietly burning away
When Simpson reached in the fork to try
the bacon, the weight of his hand was too
much for the frail support, and in another
moment the bean-pot stood bottom side
up among the embers.
To yank it out with a crooked stick was
but the work of an instant, and in mo-
ment more it was rolling down the hill
after the yeast-can. Mr.. Simpson apos-
trophized the departing vessel as it bump
cd against tho rocks, and it made him
cheerful again.
"I've got to go to town for dinner,
jeff" said he "I'll go past your place
in few minutes, and Wen go together"
But jeff was gone. Although he had
no news to tell my friend Simpson, he
had plenty to tell his mother, and was
determined to lose no time in telling it,
So when Simpson cleared the ashes from
his eyes sufficiently to look down the road,
jeff was just turning the bend, while the
pleasant rattle of the cow-bell told that
both COW and boy were making good
time.
Mr.. Simpson divested himself of his
soiled apparel, donned his ''store clothes"
and was soon on the way to fulfill his
original intention of eating his Thanks
giving dinner at the Rabbit Hill Hotel.
As 1t was even now past the hour at
which hotel-frequenters dine, he strobe
On at fearful pace. AS he knew the
story of his misfortunes had ere this reach
od the ears of the charming widow, he
ammed his hat 6ercely over his eyes and
even look in the direction of her
house. But he was not thus to escape.
Mithter Thimpthon," piped little,
shrill voice. 1t was the widows little
daughter. "Oh, thir, mother thed you'd
Iotht your dinner and won't you come an
eat dinner with her ?"
My friend Simpson hesitated. If there
Is anything in this world which a man
hates, it is to appear ridiculous to the OBJ
ect Of his SOULS affections. That is, till
he has got her secure. For ii just occurs
70 me that some men try to make them
selves as ridiculous as possible in the eyes
Of their wives and generally make it out.
But |, not being Benedict, may be
somewhat prejudiced against the short
of the happier specimens of NOR
tality who are. But Simpson knew that
ne must face the widow on some occasion,
'r leave the county, so he concluded 10
brave fate and marched right in.
But the gentle widow did not seem dis
posed to twit Jack of the misfortune he
lad met. Maybe, having had experience
With one of the sex, she knew that hun
sry man was not good subject to stand
oking. BE that as it may, the prepara-
ions for the devotional meal we're hurried
onward, and the family and guest were
Don seated around the hospitable board.
1t was not until the inner man land
were satisfied, that reserve was
broken and conversation became free.-
Then she told Mr.. Simpson of sundry
passages in the bachelor life of the late
amented Blythers, which he had told her
IT after marriage, and which the occur
ences of the day had recalled to her re-
collection. The narration of these little
Incidents had tendency to put Mr.. Simp-
on at his case, and the thought found
'lace in his mind that if the late lamented
3lythers had been recompensed for such
offerings by the love of the charming
reature who now sat before him, why
hould not he, too, in the ever changing
hapter of events, be recompensed in tho
anne manner.
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