New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1879-10-29

'sD SD! OCTo ODER %, 1879
81 don't mean to insinuate anything,
Mr.. Howard and the angelic sweet
ness Of her voice became somewhat me-
tallic.
Now, see re-Pris-pris- ella oh!
let me call you by that melodious
name. See here! always loved you;
not for your beauty. but for your art
lessness; pom my soul did, and would
have proposed to You only heard you
were engaged to the chap that il
stretched there
OIL Mr.. Howardr' said Mrs. Smith
that was to be, giving 3 little squeal.
Don't Mr.. Howard me. If you re-
turn my affection you must call me by
some pet names. Call me Harry; cali
me Lovey; but for heavens sake don't
Mr.. Howard me, my own Priscillal'
said Howard, in quavering voice.
Then l heard movement Of feet, 10
cornpanied by loud lip explosion.
Moses! how mad I gotl TRIED to kick
or CRATE my teeth, but never kick or
q CRATE could raise. was obliged to
grin and hear it. Bear it had to; but
grin couldn't.
Soon my company left, and I was
again entertained by my own pleasant
thoughts, until again felt the cloth
gently removed from my face. A soft,
warm palm was laid on my forehead,
and the low, sweet voice of Minnie
Rivers whispered well, no matter
what.
"Night came-so did the neighbors
to my wake, and from two old crones
who sat near me l learned to my hor-
ror that was to be buried next day.
"Of course you are coming to the
tuner lto-morrow, Mrs. Frizzlebaume''
said one of them.
"Oh! dear, yes, surely. / hope Il
may turn out q fine day, for I want to
enjoy the ride to the cemetery"
| I then lost consciousness, and the
next ! heard were the grating voices
of Priscilla, my fiancee, and her moth.
or. Apparently they were brushing,
busting and giving the room a general
| Sticking up before the funeral.
Is Howard to be one of the pail
bearersp'' asked the voice of my moth
er-in-law that might have been.
He would be gladly, but he hasn't q
suit of black clothes, said my sweetest.
"Why, Priscilla! my child, don't you
remember Smiths black broadcloth;
the suit is brand new. I know it will
tit Howard. Call him in, he's sitting
in the kitchen, and let him try them
on
Now, this black suit was particular
favorite of mine, perfect fit, that set
my person off to great advantage, and
it made my blood boil to hear them
talk so coolly of transferring it to my
rival, to be worn at my own funeral. l
was getting very mad now. felt the
crisis was near, and that should either
die or explode if they meddled with my
black suit. Priscilla took it down from
the peg-l know it, for heard the
buckles jingle-and made for tho door.
tried to shake my fist, and yell at her,
bat all in vain, and there I lay out
wa,dly calm as lamb, my inwards
boiling with wrath. It was too much!
The deepest trance could not have held
out against that suit; with a powerful
effort I sprang up and howled. Pris.
ella dropped my clothes, her mother
the duster, and both bounded out of the
room squealing like shot rabbits. With
difficulty l managed to get my clothes,
and had just got inside of my pants
when Mrs. Mullins and her daughter,
headed by the undertaken, peered in at
the door, q motley company of women
and smutty-faced children stood in
their rear. Such sacred looking owls;
enough to alnuse q dead man. So
laughed. It was not very becoming;
but 1 laughed peal after peal till my
sides began to ache. Then the under
taker ventured near me, saying, rather
tubiously:
$50 you are not dead yet, Mr..
Smithp''
"Well, no, not exactly; sorry to dis
appoint my friends about the funeral,
however,
"Yes," he assented, absently; j" bad,
rather-that is-ahem!''
| Fooled out of the dimes, carriage and
greys, my gal, thought |, IS looked at
Priscilla.
eco speak with him." said her faith
| or, in an undertone; t'act your part
WE'LL"
They now began to gather around
me and to congratulate me on my mar
row escape. noticed they cried =
great deal more than when I was dead.
Priscilla came and hung on my neck,
sniveling desperately. / gave her q
! not over gentle push from me, and told
her to wait next time till was safely
buried before she meddled with my
clothes.
"Oh! Tn ogladr' she said, sweetly,
without appearing to notice what l
said about my clothes, .that you are
not dead, dear. My heart seemed with
cred and broken to see you lying 80
cold and white. I wept bitterly over
| your poor, angelic face, my darling"
ooh! yes, 50 you did. / heard you
and Howard take on at furious rate.
Il was . very lucky die for me, my
ducky.''
'.Gould you hearp'' she gasped.
I rather think could" 1replied.
SO good-by, my noble girl; you can
have the pleasure Of calling Howard
al the pet names you can lay your
tongue to- She made q bee-1ine for
the open door, and her pulI.back was
the last / ever saw of her. Howard
never married her, and / hear she still
lives life Of single blessedness. Az I
am writing this piece . quiet little 6g-
ure steals t. my side, and soft, white
hand, which sends thrill Of pleasure
to my heart, is laid lovingly on my
shoulder; yes, the hand Of Minnie Riv-
ers, now Minnie Smith, nv wife. De
tro3 NetCs.
The experiment has been tried In
Iowa Of sowing in the fall, upon one
acre Of land, two bushels Of wheat
mixed with one bushel Of oats. The
oats shot up rapidly, and were Of
course killed down BY the frost. But