The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1879-07-25

"Well, if must, 1 must l reckon"
sighed Mrs Dewberry, secretly delighted
with the opportunity of exercising her ora
torical powers.
: Supper was over, the young wife sang
her husbands ''favorites,' and for several
moments after the last cadence of her sweet,
CIGAR voice had faded into silence, he sat
gazing intently into her beautiful eyes rs
if lost to every thing but their entrancing
fascination. Adelaide, with the quick per-
ceptf ION of a woman's heart, read his feelings
at a glance, and smiling in the consciousness
of her own sweet, but silent power, she laid
her taper fingers on his arm, and whis-
perea-
"You forget the story, Harryw
"Ah: yes excpse me, the story-now,
auntfHhe story!' cried Clermont, taking
awayfeae guitar from Adelaide, and giving
her alsnischievous glance.
MrA Dewberry's relations were usually
deliverrd somewhat upon the principle of a
"railroad overture )" she commenced rather
quietly, but after getting under full head
way, as Harry remarked, cit was impossible
to- got -Ar lAy way but to venting it."
"When tsuz that feminine convention way
down to Worcester 2" she inquired and
forgetting, like Brutus, Cor rather unlike
that interesting individual,) to "pause for
a reply" she continued, "Twant lcng ago,
but l disremcmber the date, do declare
Twas about two weeks artcr Billy Stone
an Polly Stub6ins wuz married-'twas
three weeks art,r ole Granny Gray departed
this vale. o'never-endin' vexations she had
the rheumatic extensive, aud sich misery
Inlet me see, twas just about the time
Mrs. Thompson's baby-Jecmes Thomp-
sons wife, you know-took the measles :;
they're numerous in children, them Thomp.
sons-that baby is trifle over matter of
fifteen an it liked to died, poor thing
they struck in awful-the measles. mean ;
an sich a time"
"Oh true," interrupted Harry; "that
aods the the time--the very time of the
Convention, l beg pardon-go on, aunty."
"Wuz it :? well blceve twas l do de.
clare How did you iud out? the lau' |!
I'm so forgitful-yes, that wuz the very
time. Sakes alive you've sich memory !
Well, as l wuz sayin', Doolittle, it was all
up in the greatest muss you ever did sec
it had got to be presented, the delegates
they had got to be 'lected or 'pintcd, an
sich writin', an votin', an paradin' an
plrootln' over town, as | wuz sayin' just
now, you never did-no, nor you never will
unless you should happen to pop into Doc.
little on the judgment day-the lau' look
down! wont some Of 'cm feel 'emselves aw-
fully picked up jist about then? Well, at
last, they got it all 'rranged-the delegates
l mean-they wuz all 'lected, cause fur
why, y~u sec nobody didn't run agin 'em
no how an they all but swore in pledgin
their material ever lastin' lives, their forlins
(t,at want much, lau' knowsD and their
sacred words and honors, to do their little
uttcrmost to fix up everybody in Doolittle,
an the poor prosecuted wimmen an chill
drcn in pcrtickler Well, these 'onerubble
feminine wimmen delegates, they were three
in number, personally, that is to say, but
every one in her own private 'pinion wuz
equil to about six-altogether they called
'emsclves as good as twenty, any how,
THROWN in two, as the storek eepers sez. fur
good measure. The first on 'cm wuz Miss
Scentlcia Skinflint; she was principle of the
Doolittle Female Ecademy, (they did about
as little there as emmy place on the round
airth, do reckon)-the second wuz Miss
Tabithy Trotwell, the squire's wife-(that
is when he waz livin', he's dead now poor
souD and the leader of singin' in the quire
and thirdly, as the minister sez there wuz
Miss Serapheeny Saffrons, who want nothin
in pertiklcr, only sum, in gineral. Well,
as wuz sayin', Miss Skinfint, they cali
her the bright perpcndikler star of the
hull crew, everybody sez SO, an she's
mighty finniky, but sJme how or another
l allays did think she wuz brung up poor
toksy. She's very tall, an extremely lanky,
an customary thin, an 'stonishin' snaky
every way. She's very lazy, an perlite, an
literery, roun' shouldered- it actauly hurts
my feelin'st to see her walkin' out for she looks
like an itineratin' sign-post, and her head
and shoulders hangs forard jist like them
ornary, poor-folksy, one-sided signs Them
sort osigns is despisable emmy way, an I've
no respect fur nary human that looks like
'em, or liYes under 'em. She's as old as
the hills; and my Danel, who is amazin'
peart at fggers, seq he took her as fur as
cube root (I don't know that yarb, nor l
never hcerd tell Of fndin' out peoples ages
by roots afore, and, seq he, Il took her that
fur an had to stop countin' swan,
mother, she's jist as old as people ever get
to be, if not more Sez my Danel, mother,
I rather guess she's lived all Time, and got
inter the Etarnities! My Danel is ston-
ishin' cute but still he's awful curous nj