The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-02-20

seem able to see that self Indulgence can lie in
yielding to evil temper and irritated nerves
quite as surely, and far more painfully to 9th.
ers, Than In giving way to an indoleut and
ease-loving nature. Pollythi even claimed to
be religious woman, or to have such ipten-
tions; she had assented to the "half- -way''
covenant Of those times, which made her a
sort of postulant for full membership at
some future period, and she had an hon
est desire to be a good woman; but
she was quite unaware how bitter and
fercntly 1t sounded in his ears and hers. Il
was the habit Of her life to scold, but It was
an unpleasant novelty to him, and for the
sake OF what little peace was left to his moth
er he forbOre conflict, but chose flight instead.
Now II Polly Culver ever had loved anybody
on earth, It was her handsome, worthless hus-
band, and while she despised his character,
she ragged with frantic jealousy at his neglect.
Anomalous, perhaps; but women are all anom-
| allies. She would have forgotten all his sins
had he condescended to coaxing and caress-
ing, but she would have gone on scoldlng just
' es usual a.. At the a1,i end OF two years Granny
glad to go somewhere else, II her faith was
not very vivid or her hope clear. sort of
dim but helpful belief upheld her to the verge
of the grave. Naturally dull of intellect, un-
life in the pursuit of daily bread, yet the rel
les Of early teaching fingered with her, and
she died with folded hands, saying: "Our Fa-
| ther;" and the words at which she left of
| were: Thy will be done"
| Calvary went after Parson Robbins to attend
| the funeral. The parson himself answered
that stout thump at the front-door.
"Say, parson, can you tend up to mothers
/ funeral to-morrorf"
whyr'
"Ef she WANT there wouldn't be no need
breath, for the paIeon was little deaf
| "Welli we'll What was the matter! what
was her complaint! what did she die of, eh !''
"Pollythi," stoutly responded Cal.
| "Polypusl Dear! deari Strange disorder.
/ never heard Of a case in these parts.'
| "Pollythi, saidp shouted the indignant
son. -f -.
Calvary Culverw The parsons indigna-
"Well, she did, anyhow; and it's a wuss
disease N t'other polly, a heap. Pm like to
die ont myself, afore long, ef somebody don't
"Your frame Of mind is carnal indeed" be-
gan, gan Psrson Parse. Robbins, "ii ySu can talk such
"Well, / shouldn't say nothin' about her ef
BILE Cal; "but ef a man dono what his wife
is, who doesa tell ye Pollythi's the devil
and ALL"
"Hold your profane tongue, STRIP famed
"STain't no sech; 1t don't say nowheres in
| the Bible nothin' about takin' Satan's name In
vain, now I'll bet ye. Besides, took it to
good puppus, an, I'll say 1t agin for a copper.
I'd a darn sight ruther the Old Boy was arter
"Calvary Culver, i've . great mind to set
| the tithing man after you for using profane
and loose talk; and win surely II you offend
| again. This is not to be borne"
swell, 1t amt to the pint, that's q fact,
| parson; let's commence to the beginnin' agin
| Say, would you ruther hev the corpse fetched
to the meetin'-housei and will you hev funer-
| al services tomorrow or Thursdayi"
Thursday, in the Lords house. And say
unto you beware, Calvary Culver, lest you be
taken at your word, and the Enemy do indeed
come after you to enlist you in his service,
"Amenp' CALCULATED Calvary, and strobe
of; but why did he, few rods down the road,
stop, slap his thigh as in congratulation, and
stife laugh outwardly that nevertheless
On Thursday, the funeral took place in
church. Parson Robbins preached a sermon
with seventeen heads, calculated to make the
;sh nesh = creep on the bones OF his audienee, and
as one lying In wait for perishing Sinners
point he directed straight at the chief mourn
er on this occasion, who received 1t decorous-
TO Jim Beebe that he did think It was sever
lastin' mean to jaw at a feller like that when
he can't noway jaw back"
The choir also did their part at exalting the
misery and despair Of the occasion, by wall
ing out in the discordant manner Of country
choirs, "Mear," "China," and "Windham''
to appropriate words; the whole ceremony, to
an unbiased observer, presenting rather the
the dead, than a Christian church celebrating
the falling asleep Of a sister in the hope of
joyful resurrection. But as this style of fu-
neral service is sti1 prevalent among us, we
can not cast any stones at Bassett, but must
turn away and follow Cal. Culver-as far as
we can.
Home did not become any more home-like
er's death, but rather more distasteful; and
before long, exasperated by his wife's con-
slant vituperation, and unrestrained by any
fear Of troubling the poor soul who lay safe
asleep In the graveyard, he turned upon the
astonished Polly and gave her good shaking.
This finished the last bit Of kindly feeling
In her heart; the "dvnamic reasons Of larger
bones" did not appear logical to her; she
lated by throwing the piggin Of soft soap at
Calvary's head-a missile he would have found
sufficiently uncomfortable IL Polly could
have thrown it straight enough to hit
in its flight, and poured its contents of un-
savory jelly over the basket of fresh-ironed
clothes. Polly fell into Mysteries, and Cal
picked her up, deposited her on the bed, and
"Wbat's the matter o. youa" shouted Jim
Beebe, who was going by seated In an ox-cart,
whistling and balancing his long whip as the
heavy red beasts made deliberate progress
along the road.
Plenty" curtly responded Cal
"Hain't seen the Enemy, hev ye" queried
Jim.
"wisht I had. I'd considerable ruther go
to the devil than stay to hum long o. herr
pointing over his shoulder with expressive
thumb toward the house.
"Cal Culver! what eff Priest Robbins heerd
yef" -
"well, what ef he did, He talk about the
devil! He don't know nothin'. Both his
wives died pretty near right of, and that gal o.
his'u is most too good to live, folks tell.
Folks amt qualified to preach about things
nnleaa they know tou, sn IN ha .,
"Well, there is suthin' to that" allowed
jim, urging on his slow team. "Where you
"Over to the store" gloomily answered Cal.
Pm a-goin' to hire out a spell this year; take
It in jobs. Ef I could git q mite o. cash, I'd
go to York, sure as you're born, and git
spthin to do there. Mebbe I'd git onto
"why, hain't you got cash enoughi
thought she had rents out o. the housen in
"Heavens-to-Betsyl You don't think 1
ever see copper o. her cash, do yea It's
trusted out to q bank in Hartford quick as
lightnin'. 1t don't never peek at Bassett;
and ef it did, / shouldn't have none of it."
But Sisye' aeeSrdin So9S n,n to law it's all
"'Tain't accordin' to Pollythi, and that's
more to the pint, lot. Iwouldu't hev it
nuther-not to git 1t by law. She'd make It
sir, amt got no hankerin' arter work, but
I'd ruther hill corn than squabble for her
money"
"Well, well, I don't say but I agree
with ye SO fur. But It docs seem us,
kinder, how she works 1t with We. Say!
Deacon Flint he wants help. He's a-plantin'
the ten-scre medder this year, and he reckons
to hire, his rheumatics is so dreadful bad"
81 sha'n't get puss-proud on his pay" dry
ly remarked Cal "but mebbe I'd better take
up with it, seein' it's three mile off,"
"Haw haw hawr' roa-ed Jim; and the
oxen, reused by that familiar sound, turned
plaeidly of to the left. And while Jim was
trailing them back in'o position with, Gee,
Buck! Gee, I tell We, Bright! Git up! Gee,
can't YET" and sundry cracks Of the whip,
Calvary stalked of the other way, and at night
announced to Pollythi that he had "got job
at Deacon Flint's.
He worked here pretty steadily for q week
or two plowiug the great field for winter rye,