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

"Cowa-oh no! l meant that II,
must have been thinking Of something
else" Numbered Mr.. Lazier. looking
uneasily al the bantam, which
Never hitting. never nitting.
sun Was sitting. still was sitting
the barn yard gate.
{" Now. sir. you know what she Il
worth. She il worth more than the
value Of the money, you can see your
self. You can't do any better than to
take her. OF course il don't make any
difference to me, but IL you know q good
chance when you see Il. II you know
what's for your own interest, you'll
take her. and she'll never disappoint
you"
III she want so humbly," murmur-
cd Mr.. Lazier, absently, for, by this
time. 'shis eyes were with his heart, and
that was far away"
Hey! what are you talking aboutP"
asked Jones.
"Ke-tu .rah!" cried voice overhead.
in imitation Of the bantam. "Ks-tu-rah
Kilidle :"
There was no possibility Of mistake
this time. 1t was Keturah Riddle and
nothing else, and IL certainly was not
the bantam. The shipwrecked adven-
tnrers in the enchanted island of Pros
pero were not more distraught by the
strange noises Of that isle than was Mr..
Lazier by this serial voice He dashed
wildly out Of the barn-yard, with Mr..
Jones's dog Tower in hot pursuit.
" Hezekiah, said Mrs Lazier, at sup
per, I'D As lievcs you'd 60 down TO
the corners and get me some molasses
and Goldfish tonight
Wa'al," said Mr.. Lazier; and half
an hour later his green chariot and one
eyed horse drew up before that institu-
ton known as ssthe store" The chron-
ic group Of loungers which were FORM
ing sort of fence around Cornelius
Jones, Jun, could not have drawn on
more funereal countenances when MIR.
Lazier entered il ne had been . sarco-
phagus; and the silence was unbroken
until he asked for his molasses.
Young Jones sauntered carelessly up
TO key Of butter which stood upon the
counter
ok. k Whose butter is thisP- he
asked.
That butter" said the store keeper,
coughing. "was made by Miss Kiddle."
Riddle? What the one that lives
on the cross roads, over our way?" in
quired Cornelius. gravely.
Mr.. Lazier began TO regard q string
of button-molds with deep interest
swell, now" resumed Cornelius, 81
heard some body say that she got more
g. 10 L.. IL -
town. and her cows are not Attorney,
either. By-the-way," addressing the au-
dience In general way, "thev do say
Miss Riddles sther left her about two
thousand dollars. II was a marrying
man, now. | don't know but what I'D
try nv luck. Don't know hut Whist
shall rs il is. want q wife that Is
smart enough to support me, and Ketu-
rah could make handsome living II
she was tied up in q meal-bag. When
was moving our west lot used TO 20
BY her house every morning about
O'Clock, and declare II she wasn't out
wedding in the garden, withall her milk
pans drying. l believe she makes her
bed before she gets up, and washes her
dishes before breakfast
Mr. Lazier never thought Of the cod
fish till he was halfway home. As the
horse turned into the door-yard and
stopped in front Of the dilapidated barn,
his masters meditation came to sud-
den end, and he exclaimed. "I've got
I'll" Scrambiing out of the buggy,
without stopping to unharness, he rush.
ed toward the barn, umbrella in hand.
"If it falls over toward the calves sta
Bile, III do it," be said, placing the
green cotton oracle tip downward upon
the floor. He let 20 Of it with . trem-
bling hand. 1t toppled over and fell
with decisive thud upon the very TIRES
hold Of the calves stable.
Elm . going down to the store to-
night to get your cod fish, marin. said
Hezekiah, on the following evening.
"I'll get my fish on the way" he
thought, " SOS TO make sure Of It."
While Mr.. Lazier was haggling over
the price Of his fish. for, like Mr.. Gilpin,
" although on pleasure bert.- he chad
frugal rnipd," he heard remark
which arrested his attention.
a young Atlas who was supporting
the doorway asked, in an unnecessary
loud voice: 'Do You calkerlate that
Jones junior and Keturah Riddle will
conclude 10 make match on'te"
"Wa'al. 1t sounded that way, from
what Jones said here the other night
Pretty good haul for him." responded
one Of couple Of caryatides who were
holding up the posts Of the piazza.
Mr.. Lazier pricked up his ears like
war-horse. He grasped his umbrella,
and the touch Of that oracle Of his des-
tiny seemed TO inspire him.
81 can tell you as much about IL,
s'pose, a. any man." he said; 'and
can tell you they mint a-going to make
4 match ont nor nothing like II