The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-08-01
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IL nard Tor FELLOW TO make uD his mind
Jehu! what cOnceited ass | am Per
haps Nell wouldn't marry me anyway.
There's a look in her eyes, though, that
makes me feel sometimes as ii there wasn't
anybody else in the wide world-and then
Amanda will throw one OF her saucy
glances this way, and raise the deuce in
me p
"I'm going to make some of those raised
doughnuts that father likes, said Amanda
thai evening I'm going to surprise him
th en-"
"Wa'ol, there's nothin ter bender" re-
out"
That's always the way, if take no.
ton to do anything"
"Waal, you don't take notion often
enough ter hurt, but if you're sot on it,
you might toss up a roly-polly he likes
mat sight better, only it's apt to swell in
his stomach"
Dear me 1t stains your hands so peel.
ing apples y said Amanda, who was too or.
namentai to be very useful. In fact the
neighbors had asserted long ago that the
Wheatings were spoiinl Amanda; and she
wasn't brought up as farmers daughter
should be; she couldn't make up baking
nor take off churnng more than LADY.
These things had come to farmer Wheat
ing's ears, and had made them burn. So
when he had come home to dinner, and
found the rolly-polly smoking hot on the
table, he smacked his lips, and said:
jest see what wife your mother is.
Mandy! You'll never hev the sense to
make such tt-bit for your husband like
this ere. You'll have to perk up and get
accomplished in your cookin', Mandy, if
you want to get married for they do say as
how a mans heart reached through his
stomach, and dunno but they're about
right"
Il guess shant have much trouble in
getting married when I want to-" pouted
Amanda, with a toss of her head. "And
tha,'s all the thanks get for staining my
hands peeling apples, and blistering my
face over the oven!'
"Halloa, Mandy; you don't mean ter say
that you made it? I'd as soon expect the
moon ter turn ter green cheeser
'Youre mighty encouraging. When Nell
cooks up things just to please her father,
he always praises EN- up to the skies and
it isn't so hard for Nell, because she was
brought up to it," sulked Amanda.
"Waal, amt / a-praisin it, Mandy |?
Amt been helping to it twice? What bet
~ Pi"iSN Nuh y Ou hSN blldll tiltl
"NelFs going to have piano, too"
pouted Amanda, who was hankering after
something more substantial than praise.
ga PLAINLY. What's she goin' ter do with
it? Keep it fur the chickens ter roost on?
Old Eustis is a-shelin' out, pears to me.
l s'pose you'll be wantn' one next?'
ard give all Tn worth to get one first"
confessed Amanda. "She1l be so high
falutin you can't touch her, and it's dread
full uncomfortable to live beside neghbors
who put on airs !"
"And L spose PLAINLY would make you
kinder humble-like, Mandy. Waal if you
was to take premium at the county fair
for the best butter, I'd buy you PLAINLY
There's bargain for you.'
"Lor sakes | never made pound in all
my born days. But mother could help me. -
"No, no; mother shan't put a finger to it
honor bright. I'm goin' fur ter show the
folks how as you're equal to any of the
farmers daughters. l amt going ter have
it thrown in my face no longer that I've
fetched you up above your station
"Well, don't care if try it, If don it
take the premium, there won't be any harm
done; and if l do, you'll buy me brand
new seven octave piano-honor bright"
eyes, / will; seven octave, or seventy
whatever an octave may be-"
And so Amanda went to work with will !;
she was diligent at the weekly churning.
Nell always sent butter to the county fair,
and had taken premium only last year
If she could only eclipse Nell. And there
was Tom Briefly, too. How proud he
would be to take her to the county dinner
the best butter made in Briefly Centre
for Tom appreciated those things, and she
h,,l hoo l.: 4 a.. L u I -
proud of domestic wife who could turn
her hand to anything, Mrs. Kitchen; and
the reason whv she had never striven from
that pinnacle was because she fancied that
he would be proud of her on any terms.
Beaux came by nature, but a piano was a
different affair. Still she had no faith in
her own handicraft, and every time that she
sent her butter to market she expected il to
return unsoId. The fair was to he held in
Briefly Centre that year, and the time drew
near, and Amanda got so nervous over the
prospect that she dreamed ,he was a pound
Of butter lett to melt in the sun; and her
favored nightmare was that the premium
was Tom, and Nelrs butter took il. She
found out the days on which Nell churned,
and she always took care to drop in and
taste the butter, in order To compare il with
her own, which did not in the least conduce
TO her comfort, hut left the bitter flavor OF
envy upon her palate.
Nv hat are you going to stamp your but
ter with, Mel ?" she asked one day, while
Nell was braiding rag mat. and Tom Bri
erly offered suggestions about harmony in
the color of the mat.
sob, | always use that old stamp of
grandmas the sheat of wheat" replied
Nell. "There, will this piece of scarlet
flannel be out of taste here beside the strips
of an old blue delaine, Think"
"Who ever heard of taste in rag mat p
laughed Amanda, peeuishly. DO let's
talk about the fair. I've got butter on the
brain"
"a fatty degeneracy of the brain, Ell ~
insinuated Tom.
snow don't laugh II you had premium
to take, you wouldn't feel so easy"
wouldn't l thought"
"Do you send your butter to the town
hall, Nell, in your butter box, just as if it
was going to market?"
Exactly" said Nell, sorting her rags
"ths bit of orange would go in badly there
yes, with my name on a card in the box. 50
"Would you mind lending ME your stamp
the sheaf of wheat-after you've done
using II"
mot the least in the world 4"
81 broke mine last churnng."
"Ill send it over" And that was how
it happened that Nell stamped her own but
ter with a strawberry instead of sheaf of
wheat
SO far Amanda had been as honest as the
sun. "Mother" hadn't so much as touched
the churn-dasher, and it was not till the
evening before fair-day, that the father of
lies or original sin, made suggestion to
her naturally not in accordance with "hon-
or bright"
The butter, cheese, vegetables, fruit, and
fancy work, were all displayed in the town
hall, ready for the morrow's judgment,
Nells and Amandas among the rest and
it had unfortunately fallen to Mr.. Wheat
ings part-he being one of the judges on
fruits and vegetables, and the nearest neigh
bor-to lock up the hall and take the key
home, in order to make sure that the pro-
ducts of the county were not molested.
Amanda saw him come in and hang the key
behind the keeping-room door.