The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1875-09-13
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yetw. she exclaimed, rs site pushed
away the little boy who had for the last
hour been leisurely lifting the dasher.
She sat down with great jar and n
heavy sigh, lifted the cover and peered
in, and then, snatching at m old Weekly
EnieE, she leaned back to-
Dash-read-das dasll-rock. .dash-rock
-read-dash.) ..
/" Pull-back dresses going out Of style,
ehi" she soliloquized, as she got her
eyes on the paper.
"Well (dasl) think (tlash) it's high
(dash) time for (dasl) change
"Therc's them Hodgkin girls" she
continued, after short pause, u" they
look just like pair Of wild ducks with
the feathers all pulled of except from
wings and tail.
Then she dasbed away vigorously for
awhile, rs il she thought she had those
Hodgkin girls under the dasher-Dash
--plash-plash-dash-and then she ex.
claimed
"Well, herel So poor Susan Dayton's
dead. is she3 Well, I've been expecting
it. Poor thingl She's just starved her.
self to death for that heathen husband
Of hers. don't believe he had parti'
cle OF affection for her. She never had
decent clothes to wear, and was always
afraid to tell him il the flour was ont or
if she even wanted paper Of pins. Now
she's dead, and she's great deal better
off. shouldn't wonder il he went right
off and married the widow Benton. I've
seen him stop on the street aud speak to
her more than once?
tDash-dash-splasll- -tasll-
splash-dash.)
"Dear me! won't this butter ever
come. johnny, bring me knife and
let me scrape down the cream. Well, |
guess it's coming. Mollie, put the bowl
and Indie to soak i'll cold water"
"Now let me SEQ; where was read
ing" she continued: "Well done! If
that Minnie Bates hasn't gone and mar
ried that Captain Howard Old enough
to be her grandfather; but then he's
rich, and of course that's all sho married
him for. Poor girl Money isn't every
thing, and she'll live to regret her rash.
ness. Gracious | is this butter never
coming 7"
(Dash-dasIl-dash splash-splash-
dasll-spl0sh.)
/" Another fro in Chicago! Well, no
wonder; thompeople there arc so wicked
I should think the Lord would feel like
burnin' EN- up. Now, when l went
down there to sec my sister Prudence,
ono o. them hotel walters laughed III my
faco because I asked him for cowcum.
bers, md at the Grand Pacific Hotel
they tried to make me cat pic with n
fork; and one O those piratical hackmcn
would have cheated me out OF seven
cents If 1 hadn't stood up for my
rights"
"O.oh !! it's dreadful wicked city,
expect some day it will be all conila-
grated"
(Dash--dash-.splash- --splash-dash
-plnsh- -swash-swash.)
'"There, it's coming !" she said, rs she
leaned over tho churn; "whcre's the
bowl, Molliei johnny, bring the salt,
and III have this butter down cellar in
less n no time
Then she took of the cover, rolled up
her sleeves, and, reaching her long arm
down through the neck OF the churn, she
brought mp the golden butter by ladies'
fuls, until ut last it lay shining, irregu-
lar mass in the white wooden bowl on
her lap.
With enyiable ease and skill she work.
ed the buttermilk out and the salt in,
now and then pausing to pick out tiny
speck until it was arranged to suit he.
taste, and then, with n placid, self.satis.
tied mir, she placed damp cloth over it
aud carried it down to the cool cellar.
"Now, Mollie,' said she, on return.
ing, "tllnt buttermilk is 80 rich and
sweet, we'll save n bowlful for the
Joneses, and here, give me seme in this
pitcher"
Mollie filled the pitcher, and, Aking
it in her hands, the good old dame put
it to her lips for long draught, and rs
sue set the pitcher down she smacked
her lips and feelingly remarked: "Old
Bet can't be beat for giving the awfnlest,
coolest kind Of buttermilk."