The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-05-09

(" HIM, (" said Mrs. Selchow, watch
| ing the milk as il dripped through the
skinner. Perhaps Widow Voss
would suit you"
"Number one" said the bachelor, in
q business like voice, producing lump
az chalk, with which he proceeded to
make mark on the dairy door. snow
| let's sec," he went on, assuming . ju-
dicial air, !" Widder voss il as spry as
cricket-good- tempered too; but then
never took much stock In widders,
and I'm . little skittish of 'em. They're
always THROWN Of ii In your face how
that You amt a-doin' 80 well by 'em as
their first husband did. l guess well
crowd her OUT" and he stopped to
draw line across the mark which rep
resented the unfortunate widow.
Miranda Brown" suggested the
mentor.
Mirandy Is good girl; she'd make
fnst-rate Of q wife; but there's her
father, being took down with paralysis
50, he's liable to live for years. That
spiles herr" and another cross decided
the destiny Of Miranda.
"Jane Tucker" prompted the inde-
fatigable Mrs. Selchow.
Number three asserted the pros
pective lover. "Jane is Almost too
ready. l mistrust she's been a-lookin'
ont for this chance for some time; she's
asked after marm's rheumatism twice
now within = week. aud | make no
doubt she's all prepared to step in. I
won't have q woman that don't wait TO
be asked" said Mr.. Lazier, decidedly,
as he cancelled James hopes.
"Well, now, there's Keturah Kid
de-" exclaimed Mrs. Selchow, running
her finger round the edge Of the pan
to loosen the cream. She's as good
IS gold, and neat as pin. There ain'r
better housekeeper in town, and she
can sing like lark. and hasn't any in
cumbrances either"
sand they do say she has pretty
little sum in the bank. too; but then
she is uncommon humbly," objected
Mr.. L., rubbing his nose reflectively
with the handle Of his umbrella.
I" Handsome Is that handsome does"
returned Mrs. Selchow. g Keturah has
q great deal of sound good sense, and
her butter took the prize at the cattle
show last fall"
"Well, here she goes---number FOUR
reluctantly admitted Mr. Lazier- elm
q great mind I'll 60 and see her---if it
want for her bein' so prodigious plain
featured. Well. I'm gretly obliged to
you, Sister Selchow, and Ill do as
much for you some time" said the
bachelor, with an innocence which up
set Sister Selchow's gravity, and with
it the pan OF skim milk which she was
emptying into the pigs pail. The I'M
conscious author OF the mishap was al
ready ambling peacefully through the
Selchow garden, bright with phlox and
peoples, with rear-guard Of melons
and cucumbers.
t" Hezekiah Lazier said his mother,
few hours later, /" do declar' fort,
il you amt a-growin' deefi I've
blowed the horn e'ena'most times
enough TO bring down the walls o. Jer-
icho, and here We be out behind the
house all the whilei"
"Sho, now" protested her son, ~
concluded you forgot to blow the horn
was a-calculatin' whether or no twas
best to buy another cow" he added,
in an explanatory tone.
~ don't see but we shall have to, IL
you keep on at this rate; here you be
a-helpin' yourself to butter again when
you've got three pieces on your plate
Already" remarked the old lady.
"I've gret mindful 60 end see
her this afternoon--the COW. mean"
hastily added Hezekiah, putting salt in
his tea.
ats right on the road to Jones's,-
unused the same individual, after din
ner, Is he leaned pensively over the
pig-pen chewing . straw " 1t wouldn't
hender much, as / know OF, and Jest
now may ketch her unaware. Wa'al,
anyhow, can call, and il I don't con-
clude to take her, I'll 60 and see Jones's
COW, 90 'twcn't be wasting time"
Half an hour later Farmer Lazier
and his green cotton umbrella might
have been seen vending their way along
the road.
Elm e'ena'most . mind not to stop
today murmured Mr.. LATER, as he
caught sight Of the white cottage with
its porch covered by morning glories.
l don't know ~ I'm afraid TO 90 in
! don't know ~ I be-" be pursued.
wiping his face with the Prodigal Son.
While he was deciding this question
burst Of song hoated through the
open window. II was an old fas hioned
hymn the words were homely, the tune
was commonplace; but the soul Of the
woman who sang seemed 70 fill and
overflow both song and words. I'm
consciously the listener drew nearer;
before be knew IL he had passed up the
little walk bordered BY verbenas and
clove-pinks, and reached the dazzling
row q milk-pans set to dry upon the
porch.
Ell ketch her unaware" repeated
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