The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1876-10-11
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dent.
SATURDAY NIGHT:
Editors Herald.


day evening is considered a very great
evening, indeed, with us rickety, rack
ETY., farmerites, and says the good old
dame, in anticipation of the beaux that
would come hocking in on the morrow,
| tell you there must be a sheep killed.
Her good husband went forth prepared
to do her bidding, for he was not blind
to the charms of the facinating young
beauty that brought the gentlemen
visitors from far and near to steal one
sly glance of admiration at the Devil
dering beauty of the little coquetish
witch that resides at Rick Rack farm.
| was never very successful in at
tempting to describe the heroes or her
Dimes of my stories but suffice it to say,
this little belle was pOssessOr of pair
of gray eyes and saucy red lips, that
you never knew whether they were in
fun or in earnest, they could look love
and hate at the same instant, or speak
words of fattery or the most biting
sarcasm to those she prOfessed to love,
her dark brown hair flowing in glossy
richness over her shoulders or twisted
very tight and perched high on the
back of her head, just owing to the
mood she was in, she always wore an
immense hustle and pinned back her
dainty calico wrappers until the grace
fulness of her figure was revealed to
perfection and my description is COM
plete, unless l would add that she al
ways said what she pleased and seldom
pleased to say anything very good,
but am straying away from my sub
ject. The salt gourd was procured and
filled with salt, and the next thing they
did was to sally forth to the pasture,
from whence the bleating, soon testified
that the beaux would feast on mutton
on the morrow. | heard no more
from then until the mutton, nicely
dressed, was hanging aloft, on peach
tree, and the hide, lying on the ground
beside them, when the girl remarked,
mamma, do you see that hanging in
the peach tree? She had reference to
the now dressed carcass of the bleat
ing flock. Well, that said she, came
out of the sheep. Well, Mr. Editor,
if you could have heard that remark
without smiling, you are a graver per
sonage than | am.
Sunday dawned at last, cloudy and
dismal enough to give any one Of 4
tranquil temperament, fit of ennui
but no Encouragement to Miss Nancy
James beaux, here they came bright
and early in double file, but the little
beauty of Rick Rack farm, ever capri
cious, despite the gloominess of The
morning, prepared to go visiting in
the neighborhood, leaving her two
sweethearts to be entertained by hel
elder sister, a maiden of about forty
summers. This old maid sister pre-
pared the dinner, invited the young
gentlemen to the dining-room wher,
she presided at the table as gracefully
as possible under the circumstances
for dear reader, he, the favored beau
from between the buttons of his snow
white bosom, peeped the dirty dOmes
tic cotton shirt that he had worn til,
previous week. Horror, of horrors
how can any lady witness such com
binatiOn of taste in dress without {
feeling of pity and disgust. Maxim
remember young gentleman or youns
lady, your standing in life, depends OIL
absolute cleanliness, not only of you
person and your clothes, but purity o
the mind and heart. While you pos
sess those qualities, combined with faitI
and love, you are an ornament to societ
and unconsciously, perhaps, you ar
. pointing upward to brighter, bette
, and purer world.
ADELAIDE CHEATHAM.
Buford, KY, Oct 5, 1876.