The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1878-01-31
The Widow Brixon's Strategy.
breakfast Tablet

The Widow Brlx0n's Strategy.
breakfast Tablet
"Well, I'll never put my faith in any
man again as long as / live" said the
Widow Brixon to Mrs. Sanders on Fri
day evening, when the latter dropped in
to return the fat-irons borrowed few
days previous.
"What's the matter now? inquired
the neighbor. Didn't you manage to
get Porevisky to ask you to marry him p
"No; and what's more I wouldn't
have him now if he was to get down Oh
his knees and beg. He's a blockhead,
and stupid fool-that's just what he
is" said the widow, breaking into tears,
and wiping her nose with her apron.
Why-why; we'll, 1 do declare" re-
marked Mrs. Sanders, supporting herself
against the edge of the table, this
sounds like dream-book. What's the
trouble, anyway? Tell me all about it. ."
"Well," said the fearful widow, you
know l told you was about tired Of his
shilly-shallying around, and the next
time he come I was going to have cry
ing SPELL and talk about how lonely
was, and all that, and if he really had
any thoughts of marrying me I'd make
him say so.''
"Yes, know that's what you said;
but how did you get along with it?
Wouldn't it work ?''
"No!" exclaimed the widow, with the
fire almost swapping from her eyes.
q Not bit of it. That man amt got
the sense of spoiled oyster: and was
| ten times bigger fool than he is to ever
| waste thought on him, to say nothing
| about the provisions he's carried off,
"Well, how was it? that's what want
to know" said the neighbor, very much
interested.
"Well, last Sunday afternoon he came
moping in here while the children was
at Sunday-school, knowing, suppose,
that I'd be having dinner ready after a
bit, and I'd like as not have something
extra on that day, which generally did
on Sundays-more fool was-seeing as
he was likely to be along. Well, in he
come, and l said, 'howdy-do,' kind o
sad-like, and set out chair for him.
He sat down, and said it was a kind of a
slushy day, l said yes it was, but that
didn't bother me much, for had good
many worse troubles to worry about.
"' You don't tell me the hydrant's S
froze up again?' he said. Seems as
thought 'twasn't cold enough for that,
quite
NO, it amt that said /, dropping
into a chair and crying like boy with
a sore toe.
"He looked kind O. scared for min
ute, and hemmed and hawed, and then
says he
"Won't the chimbley draw? or did
they souse tough chicken on to you
| e. oh, ,,n1vo = h.
stove and he could smell it boiling, fol
the door wasn't closed tight.
"'Oh, no. said !, letting the tears
thing like that. Pm so unhappy
"This kept him so still for a minute
or so l could hear his watch tick, anc
then, with kind of a yawn, he said:
"'Then you're afeard Beecher amt
right about it, are your
"'Oh, dear, no; that don't trouble me-
at ALL said, and then | made a grea
parade with my handkerchief, and sale
| was the most miserable woman in ths
world, and that I was oh, SO lonely; bu
what did the stupid idiot do but Sc
, there stock still like a craven image. ano
drawl out in his lazy, sleepy, shiftles
) way
az Well, you just ought to live wher,
John Hackenseimer does. They'd mak'
it lively enough for you there. There
four families besides his on the SAM
floor, and two of the women get as drunl
as iddlers every day, and fuss and fgh
every minute while they're awake. An
, other of 'em has crazy spells, and holler
and carries ON terrible, and in the othe
= family the man icks his wife. I tel
you now it's music. And then there
not less than seventeen children, alto
gether, among 'em, and John says ther
amt blessed hour in the day that som
of 'em amt tumblin' down stairs ant
+ maxim the old sheebang howl from to-
to bottom. You wouldn't get lionel
: around there very much; now d'y
J. s'pose you would?
v 81 felt like choking the ninny fo
being so thick-skulled, but didn't Civ
e up Just yet. I had put little cayenn
pepper on my handkerchief, and teal
O come easy to me. Rubbing little NOR
into my eyes I started fresh catarac
|. and moaned out
=. ooh, you do not-you can not unde
k stand me. You can have no idea whs
is a sense of desolation there is to a woma
who is alone in the world with a famil
10 of little children-no matter how brigl
W and handsome they may be-and the
almost worship you, too, every one I
If 'em-they dote on you, and near
n break my heart by talking about yo
the livelong day.
S. Is that rally SOP he wanted
st know.
"It is-it is, indeed I exclaime
lr with little glad cry of hope. 1 hs
If found the weak point in his armor
last, thought.
at "'Well,' said the horrid monster,
to cool as an ice-box, I suppose that's b
cause / got Philip Alonzo the drul
e. and Mary Angeline a doll, and lit
Ill John Rufus lot O candy, but then
got the things most dog-gone cheap
drawed 'em at the fair you see, and
didn't know what else to do with 'em
"Why didn't you smash his head
said Mrs. Sanders.
ne "Oh, I could a. done it with go
OF free will, but didn't. restrained m
In self as much as I could, but tell you
oy bounced him out of doors in hurry.
In gave him tongue-lashing that I que
en- he won't be likely to forget soon, al
IA one that he could understand, and tn
n I showed him the door, and told him
its he ever darkened it again he'd find
ne boiling tea-kettle ready to receive hi
eel on the inside. He went out looki
1t, mighty wild and uneasy, now I tell yo
at and carried an empty stomach away wi
MT him. The chicken boiled dry, and W
YES burned all to flinders, but I didn't Cal
nd was too mad. To think that L We vast
n so much time and grub on that wish
es- washy ignoramus, almost drives 1
to crazy. If he'd only staid away 1 mig
ld have got Mr.. Brenizer. Nobody knows
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