Sharp County record., 1880-09-09

"Jlm-Jm Remn ton-Where be
your eans?"
Jim was tucking well-worn buffalo
over his ample load, and, without look
ing up, shouted: They're hitched on
all right, mother. Go ahead!"
There's lot O. errantS | tended to
send by yer. Goround by Jim Busley's
and tell him he can hoop my barrels
any day and bring me up six more bee
hives; and ask Joe Slater to come after
the fust rain and plow the Docia lot
and then 90 on to the store. I'm usin'
up putty close to-day. Tell Wells to
send me two pounds of his best store
candles my last dippin' runs so they'd
be sure to grease the quilt-a dozen
stickS-well, mabbe matter of a pound
of cinnamon, a ounce O nutmegs, six
good juicy lemons, half pound of his
best Hyson and my yaller box full Of
sugar.
Coed land a Goshen, mother, haul
out yetquill and fgger em down"
"My hands amt fit, no more, be yer,
Aunt Polly's. she's nussin' yer ducks
and Betsey's as busy as bee in pun
kin blow. Come home around by
Squire LyonseS and ask Miss Viney the
housekeeper to change that setting o
eggs with me and tell the Squire (rais-
ing her voice. that Betsey's quiltin'
comes off tomorrow and she'll be des-
put disappointed if he and Enoch dom t
come round to tea and help us to shake
the quilt in the evening"
go! Mother Remington" said Bet
sey, looking up with a disturbed face
from the fine table cloth she was iron
ing; "you know l don't want 'em, at
least, don't care about their coming"
"Betsey, child, don't be foolin' with
good fortin'," said Mrs. Remington,
1--WE told yer pa thousand times
when he was livin' that you was jest
like him. Now that highheadedness O
yourn is real Remington streak. What
in posset be you goin to say to folks;
that's as good as any other noticement
fur tino."
Betsey deposited her iron at the fire
with a will and with her sweet face
somewhat discomposed ran to the door
and leaning far out and speaking in an
undertone, said, Jim, ask them at the
store if the letters have come this week
and be sure to save ninepence to pay
the postage and then stop at Eliza
Moses and tell her l shall expect her
real early and ask her to wear her rob-
roy shawl; | want mother to see it."
"Boy what?n shouted jim, 81 can't
tackle all yer women'S names and no.
tiOns," and the little old pony, obeying
the word of command, started forward
with good courage and the rest of the
sentence was lost in the crunching of
clam shells under the wheels of the
lumber wagon.
"Who under the sun be you expect
in letter from?" said Mrs. Reming-
ton, reaching OUT to close a blind and
gazing steadily into the girls face.
Betsey dropped her dark eyes on to
her calico van-dyke with most percepti-
BILE confusion.
" Aunt Beckey might possibly write
to say she is coming over with the girls
tomorrow"
"Write! Your Aunt Becky write q
letter? She might writ if she'd had
vision of the Day of Demption, but
nothin' less would hist her to that pitch.
Betsey, be yer senses clean gomez"
"My senses are not at all bewildered,
mother, and l am not going to be afraid
to tell you that | hoped 1 might hear
from Henry Creighton and a CLEAN of
honest defiance darted from the full
brown eyes.
"Tee dimon, tee dee! 1 say fort,
amt you never goin' to git over the
foolish nonsense you showed for
that schoolmaster?' pursued her
mother, with great asperity. Give
talked myself hoarse and blind about it,
| should think you'd see" but at this
instant Mother Remington's quick eye
caught signs of over-rising in biscuits,
doughnuts, loaf cake. Quickly convey
ing the two former to a cooler locality,
she lifted a huge pan of cake risen to
overhowing to the table and both hands
were quickly employed in its working
over"
"Betsey," she continued, "your con-
trariness will ruin you. Poverty, shift
lessness and book -larnin', it seems to
me, are chains that cling closter than a
brother to that meechin kind of indi-
vidooul-a teachin' man. How ken you
take up with such a chance and give
Squire Lyonses son. Enoch, the 60 by.
I'll venture what you dare he'll make
as good a pervider as you'll find in all
the country round. Why, you'd oughter
seen what husband his pa, the old
Squire, made his ma, she that was Ma
haly Price. Why, she had a real peg and
tillet for her foretop and no other woman
in the town wore the bunnit ribbins she
did,"
81 don't see how they could" said
Betsey, mischievously.
Mrs. Remington taking no notice of
this remark pursued the subject to its
end. THE Squire made nothin' of
payin' two and sixpence or even three
aud ninepence yard for 'em. l can't
doubt it for Harri't Enoch tailored there
year after year and she told me. She
had real sale carpet for her front
room, hull cNiny set of howin' blue
for her table, posy bed sot out each
side of her front door and chaise to
ride out in, let alone her saddle and
pillion." .
81 shan't meddle with 'em, mother"
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