Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1879-06-20

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"Hezekiah Lazierp' said his mother,
few hours later, 81 do declsr' for t
if You amt a-growin' def! I've blowed
the hora 5e'ena'most times enough "a
bring down the walls o. Jericho, and
here Ye be out behind the house all the
ssSho. now" protested her son; 81
concluded you forgot to blow the horn.
[ was seSlculAtin' whether or no twas
best e bny another cow" he added, In
an explaratOry tone.
st don see but we shall have to, d
you keep On at this rate; here ye be q
helpiH goursef to butter again when
you've got three pieces on your plate
already" remarked the old lady.
stl'Te,a gret mindful go and see
her this fternoOn-the COW, mean,
hastily added Hezekiah, putting salt in
his tea.
tTtas right on the road to Jones, -
unused the same individual, after din
ner, as he leaned pensively over the
pig-pen chewing a straw. at wouldn't
bender much, as l know Of, and Jest
now I may ketch her unaware.
Wa'aL, anghoW / can call, and If ]
donit concllde to take her, IN 90 on
and see Jones' COW, so won't be vast
ing time"
Halt a hour later Farmer Lazisr and
his green eottOn umbrella might have
been seen vending their way along the
road.
g n 9 e'ena'most 8 mind not to stop
to-day" murmured Mr.. Lazier, as he
caught sight Of the white cottage with
its porch covered by morning glories.
&c I don't know IS I'm afraid to 20 in
l don't know as I be-" he pursued,
wipiRg his face with the Prodigal Son.
SWhle he was deciding this question,
q bJrst of song fOated out through the
open window. It was an old-fsshioned
hymn; the words were homely, The
tune Fas commonplace; but the SOU
Of the woman who sang seemed to FL
and overflow both song and words. I'm
consciously the hstersr drew nearer;
before he Knew it he had passed up the
little walk bordered by VerbenaS and
cloVe-pinks, and reached the dazzling
row Of milk-pans set to dry upon the
porch.
IN ketch her unaware" repeated
the bachelor, with q triumphant
chRckle. But alas for his precautionsl
his green cotton umbrella slid out Of
his hand, and, with 8 crash worthy OF
one Of 1ove's thunderbOlts, knocked
dcWnSthe whole row of pans.
aWhy. Mr.. Lazier, how do you DOR
said Mas kiddle, coming to the door
to send away Mr.. Jones dog, as she
supposed, and looking somewhat sur
prised to fnd the intruder Of different
order. 81
IS it IS an uncommon dry spell, p
remarked the visitor, sbsently. =.
>>S1he kitchen had not a suspicion of
dirt anywhere, the dinner dishes ap-
peared % have been washed ages ago,
the stove shone like a star of the first
magnitude, and Miss Kiddle herself
wore the most immaculate of calicoes
and white collars. She was plain, but
her face was full of character and good
ness, which even Mr.. Lazier could not
help feeling, and his small soul seemed
TO. shrink. as he looked at her, till it
almost ratified within him. e9
"What charming weather we are
havingr said the hOstess.v rf
'' Yes good for pnnlans,H admitted
our utiiitaFian friend. - 49,
How is your mother now?" asked
Miss Keturah, trying to keep the con-
Versational ball rolling. go
"She means business, sure enough"
thought the bachelor, with internal
CONSERVATION.
''She amt so young as she once
were," he answered aloud: after which
remarkable announcement be relapsed
into silence. he vas surmising what
Mr.. KiddIe was worth when he died,
and calculating how much, at an inter-
est Of seven per cent. it would amount
to by this time.
Miss Keturah attempted to insert an
other conversational wedge. "Mr.
Lazier," she began, "are you calcula-
ting''-Mr. Lazier gave a guilty start
melons this year?'
"No," said the farmer, looking much
relieved. " Melons are going TO be g
rather slim crop this year, so far as 1
know"
81 have a few vines, but they haven't
done much" pursued Miss Kiddle. Sc
find it troubleseme-tO get man to do
my planting when il ought 70 g done,
they are al So driyeu rig in PLANTING
time.
"ThereI" thought Mr. Lazier, feeling
in his pocket for the Prodigal Son; "she
means that for a hint-Women are 50
suspicious"
'fPve let my land out at shares this
year" went on the unconscious Ket-
urah. "Mr. Jones has taken the gar
den, and have all the vegetables l can
use."
Our wary friend felt that it was high
time for an explanation.
'''I was Just a-going by to look at
Jones' COW, and l thought I'd stop in
q spell and see you too, and I guess
must be getting dlOpF nOR.n - (
- It's lucky none Icf the nelghbors
happen to be going by" he thought as
he walked out of Miss Ketursh's door
yard, ignorant that at that very in
slant Cornelius Jones, Jr., was sweep
ing the horizon with q spy-glass from
his father barn window. Well.
it's plain to be seen she's all ready to
jump at the chance" soliloquized Mr..
Lazier. al believe she would have
made me a proposal herself if I'd
staid there five minutes longer. It's
lucky got away when did, for /
should hate to tell her it was on ac-
count of her looks. But it won't doi
she's too plain-favored. It's hard on
her, though; it's evident her mind is
sot on me. HowsOmever, don't
know as I'm beholden to make such
sseriHce of my tselings.Pi1 DiLA-
He reached this conclusion and Mr..
Jones barn-yard stimuli eOusly. The
only visible occupant was bantam
rooster, which crDwed. yaliantly at
Mr.. Lazier's approach, to whose over
wrought Imagination he seemed to be
saying, Ke-tN-u rahr' The farmer
threw stick at the fowl, but, adrOitly
lodging it, he reiterated. g Ke-tsI-u-
rahl''
"rI Keturaht your exclaimed
aloud the irats baehelDrp seizing a
milking-stOOl. But barn-yards fur
nish footing as treacherOus as the
polished floors Of palaces, and Mr..
Lazier found himself on his knees In
the mud, while the rooster, perched
upon the gate, triumphantly pro-
claimed, " Ke-tu-u-ra-ahP'
There was sort of smOthered ex-
plosion somewhere overhead in the
barn, but Hezekiah was too busy with
his own meditations-wh were not
so pious as his attitude-to heed any
thing else.
"I swami he calculated, which
macmillan arnraaainn r,ninht have been