The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1873-04-19
do-'he minute L was of snapped Mrs

Hinkle.
He conldp't manage without you, to
save his l'fo.' declared Miss Niddiius
confidently. 'He'd 20 down on his
kuees to you to get you back
Mrs. Hinkle =cs.;ed battered by tho
idea.
"A pretty figure he'd cut laughed
she, fat as he is, and looking you night
say asi if ho'd been blown up in his
clothes?'
I'm sdre ! don't see how you can
smile, situated as you ARE, said Miss
Niddlins, showing symptoms of fresh
| cid.
His folks have tried my soul out of
me, cried Mrs. Hiukle, hastily rcsum
ing her wrath; 'and what's madded me
the most has been to see Reuben take it
so coel. That man hasn't any more
nerves than tub of lard ! Wouldn't
value Jumping off Tho meeting house
s'eeple ii thoueht it would give him
start
Poor woman " said Miss Niddlins.
display ing the red silk hankerch,er that
might properly be called her badge of
IN 'urninc. It's y"ur duty yourself To
20 where "u eau take So ne peace Of
y"ur lila
Il don't feel clear, said Mrs Hinkle,
as she settled the coffee for diuner, and
thus ended their first conference.
But as Miss Niddlins spent the week.
j"stif.ing Mr. Hipklcs approximations
she and !Jrs. Ilinkle had ample appor
tanifiGs for renewing The d scus,inr o
the latter's grievances, till from MT
feeling clear Mr,. Ilinkie. BY the tim"
her guest departed, came to feel, n. she
expressed it, all in qnille.' Even
her OK eyed husband Noticed solne;h NJ
an,iss with her
Il wonder whnthcr or no saue tea
wouldn't be kind oil quieting 10 Laviny,
he reflected Que mor1ng as he logged
along 10 the village after turnip seed
4 hain't seen her ST. rrac,ious since she
had .he ucurio@y in hAr face. Ii she
wasn't p"or sick creour don't know
but | should get out with her-Ircally
don'r ! aud NJ: Hinkle lumerel his
volce 10 an awe-nruck whisper as Re
gave nttcrance to this treassnous
| th0Gght.
His fulks lived in u si,.a i.y&dachc.
c'lored house ut tho Four Corners, au,i
his slater Phebe was hanging up clothes
in the back yard as ht drove up.
Got any sage to 81 are 2 cried Mr..
Hinsle, whoaiug DuLbin.
Mercy ON AS! is LpTipy going t."
| make cheese in mud time 2 Was Miss
phebes answer.
'Tisut none Of her doipgs,' and Mr.
liinkle, slowly, punishins the wheel
with his Shil lash but ske's in ter
rible nervous way. aud think maybe
81 nesds soA,ethiag soothing. What's
! goa ter her uerSesY
Il don't know, without is sound
sc'adins,' replied Miss Phcbe, with her
| mouth iull of clothes pins.
Now, sister you're hard on Lariny.
said Mr. Hinkle, in an ipjpred tone
she ain. tough, like what you be-
'lier scmqer is tough enru.h but
In suited if you are, poor soul aud
Miss Phebe hunted for both sage aud
saler'ap, though inwsrdly peFeaadsd
that all the peoples 10 the world
couldn't soo:he La9iny when sho once
got set OUT.
Mea.while Mrs Hinkle had been
doing q furious forenoon S work, aud.
ready to drop from exhnpstioa, was just
hanging up the mop after scrubbing the
kitchen four, when dear, blundering old
Reuben seuficd across the threshold
with his torn paper bags, scattering
dried leaves like an autumn wind, and
leaving muddy moccasn tracks ut every
step. Before those clumsy footprints
Mrs ilinkle's treble forbearapce ce aed.
The hcrh> her hush md had trusted
m'sm prove narcotic acted upon her
as II powerful irritant.
'lieubcn K'ukle said she braci ig
her nohing back against the Jump, how
muci lonsnr do you think I'm going to
wash koors for You to litter
There, there! nov dopt fret, plead