Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1876-07-13
What Mrs. Molly Did While Her Hus-
band was at the st. Louis Con.
yention.

What Mrs. Molly Did While Her Hus.
band was at the st. Louis Con.
yention.
Motley was shaving, when Mrs
Molly came i'm from the barn with
her empty milk bucket, and said:
Benjamin, I'm tired of my life, SO
1 am Some varmint has killed the
old yaller hen and eat up all her
chicks; the white turkeys gone of
with her fifteen little ones, and
don't expect to ever see 'em agin
Days down with the buckeyes, and
the colts broke the gobbler's leg.
told you how it would be il we went
to farming; but you never will take
my advice" &C.,
Never mind, Nancy" said Molly
maybe it won't be always so. If a
certain mans nominated at st. Louis,
he's purity sure to be elected, and il /
do my biggest for him, I'm pretty
sure to get the postof1ice. I've been
a. good as told so by them that ought
to know" - i"'
20 lor," exclaimed Mrs. Motly.
won't that be awful nice; then we
can live in town, and can have a
hired gall to do my work, and Ange-
line Sophia can have pianer, and
Johnny can learn to be a doctor, or a
lawyer. or something"
Yes said Molly; @Now, Nancy, be
sure to put clean shirt and some
collars into my valise tonight, for
must be off to st. Louis tomorrow
morning. want to be on the ground
to watch them New York bummers.
for, as Voorhees, said, vigilance is the
price OF liberty"
So Molly went ON his way reioic-
ing, and Mrs. NJ, who never reads the
newspapers, and was too much de-
lighted with the new prospect to
dream Of failure, went on making her
preparations to live in town.
In due course OF time Motly came
home looking jaded and dispirited,
but his wife was too busy to notice
his looks. and not word was said
that night about the action Of the
convention. Next morning, when
they went to the barn to milk the
COW, Molly asked, looking about the
stalls, for something: gIp
why, where's Sultan?" w
Il sold him. replied Mrs. M, very
coolly ef -
I'm in no humor for joking, Nancy;
where Is the horse?"
Il sold him. told you wonst," re-
peated Mrs. NJ. Il know'd we would
MT need him in town, and thought,
maybe, we wouldn't get another
chance to sell him, and. then, want
ed the money to buy things"
"Oh,' groaned Molly, trying to sup
press the Indignation that made his
face CHASTITY, @Who did you sell him
to. Maybe I can buy him back?'
mo, you can't, cause the man at
got him was agoin West" said Mrs.
NJ, "and he's there afore now,
guess" g e.."
How much did he give you for the
horse?" asked Molly, sitting down on
the half bushel and resting his head
on his hand.
HE said the times were hard and
he'd give me a hundred and fifty dol
lars for him, and not another cent,
and if didn't take that, / could keep
the horse, and jest took it; it's a
pile OF money these times"
what! A hundred and fifty dol
lars? Why, he was the best horse in
the county. L have refused $500 for
him."
"Yes, / know it, and told the man
so, but he said that was i'm good
times, and he wouldn't give cent
more. And now, Benjamin, don't ask
me for the money, cause / haven't
got it," t<ti 81
Haven't got it, Is the woman
crazy?"
mo, / laid it out for nice dress to
wear in town. You didn't expect me
to do without one fine dsess, did you?
And me the wife of postmaster and
a-living among them town big
bugs?" fi'r
"Nancy, do you mean to say that
you paid hundred and fifty dollars
for dress?" inquired Molly.
Il do, Benjamin, and it was dirt
cheap at that; and I'll be obleeged to
have velvet cloak and a bonnet with
a feather in it; but L guess what well
get for the COWS and the sheep III pay
ioi ohchf, anu Il WOu Sil ein I'LL we
go to town, for fear the fashion III
change"
Nancy" said Molly, and it seemed
to do him good to say it, "we are not
going to live in town"
"Not going to live in townl Benja-
min, what do you mean2 Didn't you
tell me, with your own lips, at we
was agoin to move to town and have
the postoffice didn't you, nowe'
NO. said Molly; Il told you that
If certain man was nominated at st.
Louis he would be purity sure to be
elected, and If he was, my chance
would be purity good to git the post
Office. Well, that certain man was
not nominated. and he won't be elect
ed. shan't git the postoffice, and
We'll never go to town to live"
"Oh, lor, oh lori 'i I'm dyingir
screamed Mrs. NJ, falling into such
violent mysteries that il took the