The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1879-08-14

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her eyes and kept telling me what to do
all the time till I clean lost patience, but
you may be sure then l mixed things my
own way. No stale drippings out of the
old yellow bowl in the buttery went into
my pic crust, but 1 put into it good,
sweet lard out of the tirkin in the cellar,
and I didn't sweeten them pies with
molasscs sugar either, but good gran
ulated went into them.
"When began with the cake she call
ed out Il guess after all 1T best be mo-
lasses; that only takes one egg, and short
ening instead of butter - ~
''Well, 1 said smiling to myself as I
stirred up good cake, which hadblenty
of eggs and butter for once. Her speak
ing Of molasses cake tho put me in my
mind to bake nice, soft one, for molass-
cs cake, when fresh, amt to be sneered
at Yes, and I mean to tell you that l
made pic in an oldish saucer, and made
it thick and good and sweetened it with
molasses, and after it was baked tucked
it away in the woodshed After dinner
dinner looked to see if Jack had piece
Of the pie we had cut and that Jane had
grumbled over because it was too good.
But Samantha didn' t give him any, which
was Just what expectc So left Sa-
mantha busy with the dishes, and tuck
ing that saucer pie under my apron
went down in the yard alongside the barn
| to look at some blankets I'd hung there
at morning. | looked sharp to see
Jack when he came along to 60 to the
meadow then called him soft like.
''What!' he says he, stopping short.
"'Here, says l, take this and 60 set
down in the gate corner and eat it, I'll
wait for the dish.
at want three minutes before he
brought the saucer back, every crumb
clean gone.
"'I'll never forget it, says he crying.
at was the next day the old folks
came | baked good, sweet bread in the
morning and cut it fresh for dinner too,
| though I::::Cc ,;..s j, Iii about it, and what
with ham and decent mashed potatoes,
chopped cabbage am the sugared pie
we'd good dinner WI ;ch everybody en-
joycd, especially Tom, Nho couldn't stop
| Dragging about it, Bu had plan in
my mind, so after we'd f. ,ished | says to
Samantha: "You'rc tired, . you 90 set IN
James room and hold the baby and talk
to granny, and III wash up the things
| She want backward to accept, and Tom
took the old man out to see nc farm, and
for once IN his miserable lie I set Jack
down to a decent meal. NHthing was
me solid satisfaction to see hin. eat. Sa-
mantha screamed right out when she
came in and saw him finishing the pic.
| Amt you ashamed to let him make a
| hog of himsclf?' she cried. But reckon
| | set her down sharp for once.
What dia you ask me just now? How
they spent their evenings there? Well,
how do you suppose? Like you folks go
ing in tie parlor and lighting it up
bright, and talking and playing? l ralh
er guess not. You don't think they
would ever set in their parlor, do yo !
| If you do you don't know them. The
sot in the kitchen, burned one can
die and kind of grumbled when they
telt like it. almost always sot in by
Jane and the baby; our light came IN
| from the kitchen, for she wouldn't burn
an extra candle for herself. She was al
ways limiting at something l might do
evenings, but let her hint. Sometimes
| u uch CANT ILL., Icil lul, IINC u IVY, hob III
place, and sot down for spell by the
door before he went to bed in the loft
over the out-kitchen, but Samantha
was always finding fault and picking
at him One night he came up by the
table and asked for needle and read
to fix his jacket, but she never pretended
to hear him. | was clean put out with
such meanncss. Jack says /, 'hand me
that Jacket and got my house wife,
and put on my specs and sat down to
darn 1t. -~s
cots dirty, miserable thing, says |,
working away. 1T ought to 60 in the
rag-bag, and Tom ought to get you a dc.
cent suit
"Tom's char came down hard and he
looked mad enough. Better dress beg
gar in broadcloth, he growled.
go, no need of that, says /, only give
man working for vlttlcs and clothes, de-
cent ones!'
81 know my own business, and l hate
meddlcrs, says Tom. Here JACK, clear
out to bed
"Of all the queer questions Jack would
ask though! One day he says to me-
What's Code
"sYou poor creature says j 'ain't nc
minister ever told you! Well, He's q
spcrrit.
"'What's Il sperit!' says he.
"'Now, I'm one that's satisfied witt
facts without prylp' into 'em. | nevo'
muddle myself a wondering, but l see !
his questions he was stupid-like, SO
says, "A sperrit is something that all
flesh and blood
"He shook his head backwards ic
forwards. where's God?'
"'Why, in Heaven, you poor heat e.!
"He looked as if he was almost cry
ing"
find Him." he says as serious-l ke a:
could be, ''but l cant never find i'm W
there
'sTwa'nt no use for me to say more tt
him. Won see: he showed tic he wa
lacking, and l want no minister. An
other time when was by the well h'
came along to fill the water jug for
the field. "I'm a thinking, Miss Z!b,
says he.
''What ,about?" q e-, ...
"Thinkin' ifI got away to the edge o
the world, would fall OFF,
s'Of course says I.
Fall wherc.'
The Lord knows says a little sharp
for his silly questions pestercd me.
did kind of wonder tho to myself, wher
body falling off the land would land
but amt scholar and don't pretend t
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