The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1878-06-07

40, LOWRY Sit DOWN OH inst stOols
and qsit rummaging in that burey
drawer
Lowry, from her perch on the stool,
only turned her sloe-black eyes toward
the cot wherein lay the invalid whose
family querulous tones arrested her at
tention, and answered:
= Pears like you're crosser'n usual,
Mandy. ant a-rummaging; I'm
hunfin' for piece Of that striped tick
in % set patch in Mikes overalls.r
Well, do git down and shut that
drawer persisted the sick woman ;
"there amt spcck Of that there tickin
left. >
There is, too" interrupted the girl,
holding up large scrap, and here it
Is, so there. And what's more, here's
lot of new calico. Sakes! where did
you raise so muchp"
The w0man's eyes Frightened and her
tones cheered perceptibly as she an
swered hurriedly,
Well, shut the drawer and git away
from there, and III give you one Of
them pieces for new dress. You can
take your choice, the laylock an green
or the speckled pink. Do git down.
Right there by that window, too, and
most time for Mike to be a-comin'. He'll
be pizen mad to see you rummaging in
them drawers. Likely as not he'll hit
you"
For answer the girl tiptoed up and
peered out Of the window.
= Hem" she said coolly, q there be
comes now. Well, his grub's all ready
Then she turned toward the woman
and held up first the lilac and green and
then the pink print.
~ like the pink sight the best,
she added. concluding dryly enough,
sand I'D like to see Mike or any other
man a-hitting Of me-
At that moment Mike himself entered
the door. His not ill-natured Irish face
clouded as be observed Lowry coolly
replacing the prints in the drawer, and
he stepped hastily forward as IL 10 ar
rest her farther progress. A signifi-
cant glace from his wife caused him to
turn toward the cot instead Of the bureau.
= Never mind il, whispered his wife,
soothingly, "she ha'n't spied out moth
in. She's only pokin' after bit Of
stuff 70 patch your overalls. III you flare
up likely As not she'll suspect something
l wish in my soul we'd never taken a
hand in it,"
And Mandy buried her face in her pill
low and began TO cry.
:. You'd better take your quinine,
Mandy said Lowry. "You've been
a-gapin' and a-stretchin' all mornin',
and now you're bawlin'. Your ager's
comm on, sure There's your dinner,
Mike, on the fire. Lift il yourself, can't
youP | want 20 dose Mandy an fix
these yer oyeralls fore eat
Mike lifted his dinner and ate it In
silence, while Mandy took her dose and
Lowry : nimble fingers Piled heneedle
upon the torn overalls. When Nike had
finished Ms repast she looked up from
her work and said:
= I'm going over to Bixlerville pretty
soon y get Miss Naylor 70 cur out my
new calico. You better not 20 over the
slough. Mandy'n need you round home.
There'sthem late peas 10 brush. They're
sprawlin' terrible. And there's that
hanging shelf In tho kitchen why don't
you tinker that upP And be sure you
don't forgit to bring the dug-0ut over
~ AAAN ntA'A0 AbA lit AlVilL NDNIb sui
down. Ill be there, | reckon, long fore
you will. Want me to call the Doctor
for Mandygr
" Doctorin' does small good,r an
swered Nike gloomily. "Misery Flats
no laace for white man to live III. II
q char could ever get hold Of claim
over yonGer on the hill--but there's no
use tryin'; fever m agcr and hard
luck for ever m ever'll take the 20 out
Of any man,
"Oh, you're blue to-day, Nike
laughed the girl. II dunno what's
got you and Mandy here lately. After
the cotton's baled and sold you'il rhirp
up. Misery Flat cotton beats the hin
crop all 10 nothin''
" Yes" said Mike, a bit more hearth
~; san II we just could get a cabin