The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1875-09-09
Cllurning.


yet |" she exclaimed, rs she pushed
away the little boy who had for the last
hour been leisurely lifting the dasher.
She sat down with great jar and a
heavy sigh, lifted the cover and peered
Lader, she leaned back to ..
dash--rock- -dash-rock
-read-dash.)
4" Pull-back dresses going out of style,
eh9" she soliloquized, as she got her
eyes on the paper. a.
"well (dash) 1 think (dash) it's high
(dash) time for (dash) change"
"There's them Hodgkin girls" she
continued, after short pause, they
look just like pair of wild ducks with
the feathers all pulled off except from
wings and tail"
Then she dashed away vigorously for
awhile, as if she thought she had those
Hodgkin girls under the dasher-Dash
--plash-plash-dash-and then she ex-
claimed
"Well, here SO poor Susan Dayton's S
dead, is she? Well, I've been expecting
it. Poor thing She's just starved her.
self to death for that heathen husband
of hers. don't believe he had parti-
Gle of affection for her. She never had
decent clothes to wear, and was always
afraid to tell him if the flour was out or
if she even wanted a paper of pins. Now
she's dead, and she's great deal better
off. L shouldn't wonder if he went right
off and married the widow Benton. I've
seen him stop on the street and speak to
her more than once?
(Dash-dash-splash-pl -plash--d dash
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 ladle to soak in cold water"
"Now let me see where was read
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 she 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 2"
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
dash-splash.)
Another fire in Chicago! Well, no
wonder; them people there are so wicked
should think the Lord would feel like
burnin' 'em up. Now, when I went
down there to see my sister Prudence,
one O. them hotel walters laughed in my
face because asked him for cowcum-
bers, and at the Grand Pacific Hotel
they tried to make me eat pie with q
fork; and one O those piratical hackmen
would have cheated me out of seven
cents if I hadn't stood up for my
rights"
"O-oh it's dreadful wicked city-I
expect some day 1t will be all confia-
grated"
Dash dash--splash- -splash--dash
-plash-- h-swash--swash.
''There, it's coming !" she said, as she
leaned over the churn; "where's the
bowl, Mollie Johnny, bring the salt,
and I'll have this butter down cellar in
less n no time"
Then she took off the cover, rolled up
her sleeves, and, reaching her long arm
down through the neck of the churn,, she
brought up the golden butter by ladies'
fuls, until at last it lay shining, irregu-
lar mass in the white wooden bowl on
her lap.
With enviable 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 her
taste, and then, with placid, self-satis-
fed air, she placed damp cloth over it
and carried it down to the cool cellar.
"Now, Mollie," said she, on return
ing, "that buttermilk is so rich and
sweet, We'll save bowlful for the
Joneses, and here, give me some in this
pitcher"
Mollie filed the pitcher, and, taking
it in her hands, the good old dame put
it to her lips for long draught, and as
she set the pitcher down she smacked
her lips and feelingly remarked: cold
Bet can't be beat for giving the awfulest,
coolest kind of buttermilk."