Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1876-08-09

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harpstrings. Guess them that ha'
died young, while they had melod!
in them, and been a-cultivating i
ever sence, won't want their sym
phonies broke in on, with secl
twangings. We have got to grow
the taste for such things, here, in
stead of shetting it out from us
1t amt just to them that air chip
per, to have to see us round with
our stern set faces and fretfu
voices. Don't talk to he about
such wimmen trying to set the ma
tion right end up till they have
sense enough to begin with their
own systems and build them up for
such a mortal ting as that; till they
/ git cheerful voices and chirlSy faces
to kinder wheedle the men around
to let them try to renovate where
masculine man has made such q
muss. l declare | got so excited
that | grabbed the beans ont of
my lap and throwed them, good
and bad together, into the dish for
the picked over ones, without
thinking what l was doing. But
nobody ever knowed my mistake (;
they tasted jest as good as though
| hadn't spent an hour trying to
, sort them over.
| amt going to live hencoop
life any longer, even if Trey has to
get along on fewer pies and dough-
nuts, and the eobwcbs hang a little
more fancy round the ceilings.
They'll hang sometime after I've
dropped into my grave, worn out
a-fghting them. It's their nature,
so what's the odds sooner or later (?
And | shan't make no pudding for
dinner; there's plenty of other
things all ready, and I'm agoing to
have a pic-nic--go on holidaying
the whole of this pretty blessed
afternoon.
SO scttin' my beans on to par
boil, | took down my snnbunnet
with a resolute hand, and went
right over to Mrs. Pellets.
"Mrs. Pellet" says l, going to
where she was boiling some soft
soap, 81 want you to come into the
woods with me this afternoon
don't cook nothing-not thing
but just take wi a. comes upper
most, and be ready at half-past
twelve"
"Why, Jacindy Padder y says
she, "air you ont of your head ~
"No, Mrs. Pellet" says /, 81 am
more in it than | ever was, and
what's more ] intend to live in my
upper story more than l ever
have before. l have just moved
IN some new furniture" said /
thoughtful.
She looked at me kind of queer,
md then said anxiously: "Don't
You feel a mite fcverish your
checks is SO red, and You talk so
odd. Come in out of the sun and
get coo'e Off"
She was real good woman, kind
learted, and thrifty housekeeper,
,ut it wouldn't do To bust out on
my idea she want used to, too
udden, cause they made her shy
wfully; she was terrible skittish
you tried to take her binders
If, which was more because she
lad always wore them, than any :
hing else.
"No, Mrs. Pellet" I began, al $
int su,struck, nor / hain't got
rain fever comm on, but l have q
ot notion that wimmcn stay in u
he house too much, and we that U
ont live in stono fronts, and are
bleeged to do ourown work, make
alf our work, then give up body
nd soul to unmake it; put all hands ,
nd feet into it, instead of some
cad. We let our best days go by y
S, never Citing the juice out OF u
lem, that God put into them to V
ourish us and keep us plump and y
esltby like; !; we wean ourselves 81
10 young, Mrs. Pellet" says ! with
sigh, "and so grow pulling aud u
.etfuI.' VI
81 don't know anything bout d
ou, Mrs. Padder, / want weaned
10 young F.; my mother knowed her a
saws she, bridling up. 81