Ottumwa weekly courier. (Ottumwa, Wapello County, Iowa) 1872-1899, 1876-08-02
What Mrs. Motley Did While Her
husband Was at the st.
| Louis Convention.
From the INDIANAPOLIS Journal

Louis Convention.
From the indianapolis Journal. 81
Motley was shaving when Mrs.
Lotley came in from the barn with
Ter empty milk bucket and said: If
"Benjamin, I'm tired of my life, so
am, Some varmint has killed the
I'D waller hen and cat up all her
,hicis; the white turkeys gone off
with her fifteen little ones,and don't I
ever expect to see 'em agin; and
Days down with the buckeyes, and
the colts broke the gobler's egg. !
told YOU how 1t would be if we went
to farming; but you never will take
my advice"
"Never mind, Nancy" said Motley,
it won't always be SO. Ii a
certain mans nominated at st. Louis
he's purity sure to be elected, and if !
do my biggest for him, I'm pretty
sure to get the postoffice. l have been
as good as told so by them that
ought to know"
20, lori" exclaimed Mrs. Motley,
"won't that be awful nice; then we
can live in town, and l can have a
girl to do my work, and Angelina
Sophia can have pianer, and john
nv can learn to be q doctor,or law
yer. or something"
EYES," said Motley snow, Nancy,
be sure to put clean shirt: and som G
collars into my valise tonight, for l
must be off to St. Louis tomorrow
morning. l want to be on the ground
to watch those New York bummers,
for, as voorhees, said, vigilance is the
price of liberty"
So Motley went on his way rejoic-
ing, and Mrs. NJ, who never reads
the newspapers, and was too much
delighted with the prospect to dream
of failure, went on making her prep
arations to live in town.
In the course of time Motley came
: home, looked jaded and dispirited,
but his wife was too busy to notice
his looks, and not word was said
about the action of the convention.
Next morning when they went to the
barn to milk the cow, Motley asked,
Hooking about the stalls for some
thing.
"Why, where's Sultan?"
81 sold him." replied Mrs. NJ, very
coolly.
"I'm in no humor for joking. Nan
CIV; where is the horse p
f IL sold him, told you wonst," re
piled Mrs. NJ. "Iknow'd we wouldn'
e need him in town, and thought, may
, be, we wouldn't get better chance t.
e sell him, and then,I wanted the none.
]. to buy things"
n "Oh," groaned Motley, trying t
n suppress the indignation that mad
: his face CHASTITY. "Who did you Sc
IS him to +? Maybe can buy him back
= "No, you can't, cause the man g
Is got him isagoin' West, said Mrs. M
II ssand he's there afore now, l guess
II GLOW much did he give you for til
n horse 2" asked Motley, sitting dow
If on the half bushel measure, and res
ing his head on his hand.
ut aHe said the times was hard, an
he he'd give me $50 dollars for him, ar
ut not another cent, and if 1 didn't tai
v, that could keep the horse, and l je
g. took it; it's pile of money the
l times"
nv "What! A hundred and fifty d.
1t. lars? Why, he was the best horse
n the county. have refused $500 +
ms him."
of Eyes, know it, and told the m
ng so, but he said that was in good tim
he and he wouldn't give a cent mo
es- And now, Benjamin, don't ask
en- for the money, cause I haven't s
of it,"
Try "Haven't got it! Is the WON
m crazy?"
IN "No, I laid it out for a nice dr.
all to wear in town. You didn't exp
the me to do without one fine dress,
.dy you? And me the wife of a Postm
viii ter, and a-living among them to
tho big-bugs?
the "Nancy, do you mean to say I
ing YOU paid hundred and fifty doll
or for dress ?" inquired Motley.
the Il do, Benjamin, and it was &
re- cheap at that; I'll be obleeged to n
a velvet cloak and bonnet wit
md feather in it; but guess what W
= of get for the cows and the sheepll
hat for them, and won't git 'em till
otes 90 to town, for fear the fashio
on change"
rect "Nancy," said Motley, and it seen
ion to do him good to say it, eve are
tile goin to live in town."
di- "Not going to live in town Bel
fed min, W hat do you mean! Didn't
ion. tell me, with your own lips, at
mot was agoin' to move to town
,yer NO" said Motley 81 told you
non ifa certain man was nominated
; IN st. Louis, he would be pretty sur
be elected, and if he was, my cha
NH would be pretty good to get the p
Iars office. Well, that certain man
+oto not nominated, and he won't be cl
: ~ ed. l shan't get the postofiice,
hot we'll never go to town to live"
mid "Oh. Tor, oh, lor I'm dying,
r ,n dying !" screamed Mrs. NJ, falling
mai to such violent Mysteries that it
;t;,.e the united strength Of Motley
1utis ,he nife" HAa" !" sc' "'f ="
~ Motley is disguised with polit
liver says the st. Louis convention WI
as game where the New York bumn
as beat the West with a cold decl
'1en cards, and that he wouldn't vote
Tilden to save the country from
dent rule of Queen Victoria. Indeed,
[S4O, slightest allusion to the action OF
'ust- convention throws him off his balal
eral but if anybody wants to see
ash man, let him ask Motley how m
con- he got for Sultan.
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