Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1876-11-18
What Mrs. Molly Did While Her
Husband Was at the Convention.

1 Husband Was at the Convention.
| Motly was shaving when Mrs. Motl
came in from the barn with her empt
milk bucket and said
Benjamin, I am tired OF my life, so
am. Some varmint has killed the ole
yaller hen and eat up all her chickens
the white turkeys gone off with hel
fifteen little ones, and | don't expec
to see 'em again; Days down with
the buckeye; and the colts broke the
gobler's leg. told you how it would
be if we went to farming; but you
never will take my advice.
Never mind, Nancy, said Molly,
maybe it won't always be so. If a GER
tain man 8 nominated at Cincinnati, he's
purity sure to be elected, and if l do my
biggest for him, I'm purity sure to get
the post Office. I've been as good as
told so by them that ought to know.
O lorl exclaimed Mrs. Molly, won't
that be awful nice; then we can live in
town, and / can have a hired gal to do
my work, and Angeline Sophia can
have pianer, and Johnny can learn
to be doctor or a lawyer, or some
thing.
Yes, said Molly; now, Nancy, be
sure to put a clean shirt and some col
lars into my valise tonight, for l must
be off to Cincinatti tomorrow morn
ing. / want to be on the ground to
watch them New York bummers, for
vigilance is the price of liberty.
So Molly went on his way rejoicing,
and Mrs. Molly, who never reads the
newspapers, and was too much de-
lighted with the new prospect to dream
of failure, went on making her prepe-
rations to live in town.
In due course of time Molly came
home looking jaded and dispirited
but his wife was too busy to notice his
looks, and not a word was said that
night about the action of the conven-
tion. Next morning when they went
to the barn to milk the cows Molly
asked, looking about the stalls for
Why, where's Sultan2
l sold him, replied Mrs. Molly very
coolly.
I'm in no humor for joking, Nancy;
where is the horse2
Isold him, | told you wonst, repeated
Mrs. Molly. l know'd we wouldn't
need him in town, and thought maybe
we wouldn't get another chance to sell
him, aud then | wanted the money to
buy some things.
oh, groaned Molly, trying to sup
press the indignation that made his
face CHASTITY. Who did you sell him
20? Maybe / can buy him back.
No you can't cause the man at got
lim was agoin' West, said Mrs. Molly,
Ind he's there afore now, guess.
How much did he give you for the
lorse asked Molly, sitting down on
he half-bushel and resting his head
IN his hand.
He said the times was hard and he'd
i've me $3.50 for him, and not another
ent, and If didn't take that / could
Ieep the horse, and jest took it it's a
,ile Of money these times. Il
What A hundred and fifty dollars
Why, he was the best horse in the
l have refused $500 for him.
Yes, I know it, and l told the man
o, but he said that was good times
md he wouldn't give a cent more.
And now, Benjamin, don't ask me for
he money, cause / haven't got it.
Haven't got it'll Is the woman era
y?
No +; I laid it out for a nice dress to
year in town. You didn't expect me
o do without one fine dress, did you 2
nd the wife of postmaster, an a-liv-
ng among them town big-bugs2
Nancy, do you mean to say that you
,aid hundred and fifty dollars for
Iress ? inquired Molly.
/ do, Benjamin, and it was dirt cheap
& that; and Ill be obleeged to have a
-elvet cloak and bonnet with a feath-
r in it; but guess what we'll get for
he cows. and the sheep'll pay for them;
nd won't git 'em till we 60 to town,
or fear the fashion'll change.
Nancy, said Molly, and it seemed to
10 him good to say it, we are not going
o live in town.
Not goin' to live in town Benja-
nin, what do you mean2 Didn't you
ell me with your own lips at we was
goin to move to town and have the
,ost- office didn't you now2
No, said Molly; l told you that if a
ertain man was nominated at Cincin-
ati he would be pretty sure to be
lected and if he was, my chance
vould be pretty good to get the post
flee. Well, that certain man was {
ot nominated, and he won't be elected
shan't git the post-office, and will
ever go to town to live.
Oh Tor, oh lor I'm dying, I'm dy-
Dg screamed Mrs. NJ, falling into
uch violent Mysteries that it took the
nited strength of Molly and the hired
ian to get her to the house. 1
Molly is disgusted with politics [
ldeed, the slightest allusion to the ac {
ion of the convention throws him off
is balance; but if anybody wants to
ee mad man let him ask Molly how ,
luch he got for Sultan. {