Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1876-06-21
WOODSTOCK, VT., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 81, 1875

hisen. / never see that couple yet,
whether they're correct or not, but
, what would have their little spats
but good land, if they love each other,
! they get right over it, and it is all fair
weather again. The little storms on
ly clear the air, and the sun will shine
out again, fust rate, and bright as a
! dollar.
Sister Doodle, (Josiah told me he
gussed we had better call her SO, some
: of the times, as it would seem more
triendly.) She says, the widder does,
: that she never see a couple live togeth-
er more agreeabler and happier than
me and Josiah lives together She
says it reminds her drettully of her
married life with Doodle.
! Truly Doodle is her theme, but |
hold firm.
She was a sayin' to me, the other
mornin', after Josiah went out, to his
work, she was helpin' me wash up
my dishes though told her she needn't.
| don't lay out to put any work on
her. But 1 had sight to do, that
mornin' and she offered to wash up
the dishes. Rut | told her she
shouldn't t do that, but if she insisted, |
would wash and she might wipe so
she did. And as quick as the dish,
water was poured out, she begun.
Josiah had coo.d very little at me,
that mornin', not much ; for he knows
I don't encourage him in it. But it
had made her think Of Doodle.
'And,' says she, "nobody knows
how much that man thought of me.
He would say, sometimes, in the
winter, when we would wake up in
the mornin', 'My dear Dolly, | have
been dreamin' about you. Have
you, Mr.. Doodle, says |. Yes, says
he. 4 have been a dreamin' how
much love you, and how pretty you
are, just as pretty as a pink-posy;'
them was Mr.. Doodle's very words,
a pink. .posy.' oh, shaw, Mr.. Doo-
die, l guess you are a toolin' me.
Says he, q amt, I drempt it. And
then he would smile So sweet, and he
would say, Dolly, I love to dream
about you do you, Mr. Doodle,
says l. Yes, says he, 'and it seems
jest as if l want to go to sleep, and
have another nap, jest purpose to
dream about YOU
"And 50 | would get up, and get
the l'indlin wood, and build the fire,
and feed the COWS, and 90 round the
house a gettin' breakfast, jest as still
as mouse, sos not to disturb him,
and he'd lay and sleep till / got the
coffee all turned out, and then he'd
get up and tell me his dream. 1t
would be all about how pretty I was,
and how much he loved me. And
he'd tell me how he would die t,r my
sake, any time, to keep the wind from
BLOWN on to me. And he would eat
jest as hearty, and enjoy himself dret
fully. Oh, we took sight of comfort
together, me and Mr.. Doodle did.
And cant never forget him. |
can't never marry agin, his linement
is so stamped onto my m mory. No
other mans linement can ever be TO
me what his linement w.s
She stopped a minute to ask me
where she should set the dishes, and.
truly, l was glad of the respite, though
| knew it would be only momentary.
And, indeed, I was right, for, on set
tin up the dishes, she happened to
see little milk-pltcher, that belonged
to my first set of dishes. There was
woman painted on to ii, and that
set hel to goin' agin. Truly, there
was nothin' on the face of the earth,
or the sky above, but what reminded
her, in some way. of Doodle. l have
known the lisin' sun to set her to 60
in, and the tire.poker, and the dust
pan. She held the pitcher pensively
in her hand minute or two, and then
says she,
"rhat pictur looks as | did when |
married Mr.. Doodle. l was dretful
pretty, he used to tell me. Too pretty
to have any hardship put on to me.
There was considerable talk about
wimmns votin about that time, and
he used to say that there wasn't
enough money in the world to tempt
him to let his Dolly vote. Anything
so wearin' as that, he should perfect
her from as long as he had got
breathleft in his body, He used to
get dretful excited about it; he