The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-08-28

and eat your dinner this minute
eyes, do come" says Mrs. Bob
bett.
"Ohl" says he, with that CHASTITY
smile, pretendin' to joke, Il have
lgot plenty to eat here, can eat mus
keeters."
! The air was black with 'em, 1
couldn't deny it.
"The muskeeters will eat YOU.
more likely" saysI. "Look at your
lace and hands,"
Yes, they have eat considerable
OIL a dinner out of me, but 1 don't
oegrech 'em. I hain't small enough.
nope, 70 begTech 'em one meal"
MRS; Bobbet went of in search of
her wild turnip, and Josiah whisper
ed to me with savage look. and a
tone sharp as a sharp ak.
"Can't you bring 40 or so vim
min up here? You couldn't come
here a minute, without lot of 9th
er wimmin tied to your heels!"
l began to see daylight, and Mrs.
Bobbett got her wild turnip, made
some excuse to send her on ahead,
and then Josiah told me.
1t seems that he had set down on
that bottle of raspberry jell. That
blue stripe on the side wasn't hardly
finished, as 1 said, and / hadn t fast
ened my thread properly, so when
he got to pullin' at 'em to try to wipe
off the jell, the thread started, and
bein' seWed on a machine, that seam
just ripped right open from top to
bottom. That was what he had
walked off sideways towards the
woods for. Josiah Aliens wife amt
one to desert a companion in distress.
pinned up as well as I could, and
didn't say a word to hurt his feelin's
only / jest said to him, as was fix
en- 'em, l fastened my gray eye
firmly and almost sternly onto him,
and says I, "Josiah Allen, is this
pleasure?" Says 1, "You was de-
| LeCmtOeQ TO come.
"Throw that in my face again, will
you? What if 1 wuz? There goes
pin into my leg. 1 think l had
suffered enough, without your stab
bin of me with pins"
"Wall, then, stand still, and not
be caperin' round sop
"Wau, don't be so aggravatin,'
then"
fixed 'em as 1 could but they
looked pretty bad, aud they we're all
covered with jell, too. What to do
I didn't know. But finally I told
him 1 would put my shawl onto him.
So l doubled it up corner ways, as
big as l could, so it almost touched
the ground behind, and he walked
back to the table with me, 1 told
him it was best to tell the company
all about it, but he just put his foot
down that he wouldn't, that he must
make his own excuses to the compa-
| ny about wearin' the shawl. So he
told 'em that he always loved to
wear summer shaWls, he thought it
made man look So dressy."
/ But he looked as though he would
sink, all the time he was sayin' it.
They all looked dreadful curious at
him, and he looked as meachin' as
if be had stole sheep, and he never
took mint comfort, nor 1 nuther.
He was sick all the way back to the
shore, and so was ]. And Jest as we
got into our wagons and started for
home, the rain begun to pour down.
The wind turned our old umberell
2 inside out in no time; my lawn
dress was most spite before. and
now l give up my bunnet. And I
} says to Josiah.
"This bunnet and dress are spite,
Josiah Allen, and 1 shall have to
buy some new ones"
"Wall wall ! who said you
wouldn't :" he snapped out.
But it wore on him. Oh! how the
rain poured down. Josiah having
, nothin' but his handkerchief on his
head felt it more than did. had
took a apron to put on a getin' din
ner, and tried to make him let me
pin it onto his head. But says he,
firmly.
81 hAin't proud and naughty, Sa-
mantha, but L do feel above ridin'
: out with a pink apron on for hat. !"
"Wall, then,' said I, get as wet as
sop if you ruther."
1 didn't say nc more, but there
We just set and suffered. The rain
/ poured down, the wind howled at US,
E the old mare went slow, the rheu-
I matiz laid holt of both of US, and the
: thought of the new bunnet and dress
] was a wearin' on Josiah, I knew.
There wasn't a house for the first
e seven miles, and after we got there,
r I thought we wouldn't go in, for we
had got go to home to milk anyway,
and we was both as wet as we could
r be. After I beset him about the
apron, we didn't say hardly s
o word as much as thirteen miles or so:
: but 1 did speak once, as he leaned
forward with the rain drippin' often
his bandanna handkerchief onto his
d white pantaloons. I says to him IN
t a stern tone:
t ais this pleasure, Josiah Allenp'
He gave the old mare an awful cut,
and says he, sd like to know what
: you want to be so aggravatin' forY'
I didn't multiply any more words
! with him, only as we drove up to om
. doorstep, and he helped me out into
J a mud puddle, 1 says to him:
"Mebby you'll hear me another
!. time Josiah Allen"
And I'll bet he will. / hain't afraid
: to bet a ten cent bill that that man
won't never open his mouth to me
again about a PLEASURE E7ERTIoE
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