The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1876-01-21


wife have bearded. II was on tho
lat OF October that he firmly made
up his mind to keep house. A neat
cottage was secured, furniture bought,
and the two settled down like par
of SIG doves. last Thursday after
noon, the farmer Of whom Busby had
engaged his potatoes for the winter
brought him two barrels Of those OK.
cellent vegetables, and also barrel OF
apples. He knew Busby was new at
the business, and that he was q good
natured man, so ho told Mrs. Busby
that no had a sore finger, and was in
a hurry and would not he able to
take the barrels down cellar, And
he lett them by the hatohway. Here
Busby found them when he came
home in the evening Arming his
wife with the lamp, he proceeded in
no pleasant frame Of mind to bring
the stuff in. She hold the light in the
celarway while he tussled with the
barrels, and, as the wind came
through the door, she was obliged to
screen tho light by shading il from
that side. Whenever he got barrel
in a particularly critical position, an
extra gust Of wind would come down
the stairway, and up would go her
hand to the flame, throwing both him
and the barrel into the shade, Then
he would look over his shoulder at
her aud say:
"What in mercys name are you
about, Mary Jauey"
1t was a tough job for MIR. Bnsby,
His hands were tender from indoor
employment, and in their contact
with the barrel were sadly worsted,
The lower chimes of the barrel would
catch on the step as he was sliding it
down, and when he let 60 to see
what was the trouble, it would sud
denly come along on its own accord,
and butt him in the stomach with such
force as to nearly deprive him of his
breath, or it would slip on his foot
and cause him to howl drsadfulIy
the pain. Then he took hold OF whit
apples. They came dreadfully hard.
He pushed and pulled, and turDed
them to the left and then to the right,
and pulled and perspired, and swore
and screamed, but he coulnn't get the
apples down from the top step. He
was struggling with oil his might
with that barrel. His hat fell off, his
eyes were almost bursting frSm their
pockets, his breath came fast and
heavy He was below the barrel,
He had both arms around it, and
was strsining with all his might TO
move it, He only spoke once.
Then be said;
"Why don't you come up here with
that lamp SO can see something, and
not be standing down there grinning
like an idiotY"
1t is bat Just, to explain that Mrs.
Busby was not grinning at all: on the
contrary, it would be difficult to
crowd as much gravity into the same
space as was expressed in her counte-
nance She stepped up the stairs
promptly, Then Mr.. Busby gave
desperate maddening pull, aud the
barrel came. The transformation
trem doGgod, obstinate barrel TO
headstrong, impetuous barrel was re-
Mr.. Busby tried to save
himself BY Yelling "Wooshl but he
Was too late; and the next inst, him
,eli, his wife, and the lamp, the barrel
md tue apples, IN confused mass,
went revolving down the stairway and |
across the cellar. For
the light was extinguished at
he first move but the lamp was
broken and the contents pretty even
Y distributed over tho other objects.
Mr.. Busby was driven under wheel.
barrow, and Mrs Busby, alter being
Jucked twice in the head by the bar
-al brought up with vchemencea against
m old stove, knocking it completely |
off it's legs and smashing in the oven
l0or
Mrs. Busby scrambled to her feet
1t once.
John, she exclaimed, where are
you? are you hurt?'
None OF your business. came in
, half suppressed voice out Of the
darkness.
Why, John what is the matter
with you?'
"What did you come mp them steps |
.Or?' he demanded 10 intense passion
"Why you told me TO.
What If did," cried the unhappy |
nan, Didn't you know any better
han to stand there?'
Conlouuded Ly this direct question |
The could make no answer, and with |
/ certain feeling OF triumph he stalked
lp stairs and thence to bod,
Tn ere is q nice little cottage on
SGhu Ter street 10 rent Mr.. aud
Mrs. Busby are boarding again-Dan-
,ury Nars.