Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1880-12-03
An ACCIDENTS RESULT.

what's the use o Thanksgivin' when
there amt nothin' TO be thankful for }
And where's the use o runnin' after an
onsartainty? A rollin' stone gathers
ne moss
And gangin' foot is aye gettin',
said 81 Pettingill, the country store
keeper. Not but thai he agreed with
his old friend Joe, deploring the wick
edness and wifulness of his only sons
leaving the homestead and going out
west. 81 Pettingill hated to see an extra
wrinkle in his neighbours fine and tlerld
face, who was only known rs old Joe
because there was 4 young Joe grown
to manhood. 1t WIS only Il week be-
fore Thanksgiving, and Il queer time
for extra wrinkles, but II couldn afford
70 lose an opportunity for proving his
knowledge of proverbs, and combating
the oracular prophecy of one by that
Of another. The country store was
the high centre of argument No sub
jeet was too solemn or too frivolous, too
high or too low, too light or too pro-
found FOR discussion.
"Thev do say" said Monk, the mil
Ter, that the heft and richness o grain
out there is most amazin', and the slle
is that soft you can put your arm clean
down to yer elbow i'll it. If | was rs
voung's Joe And here the miller
paused, for his friend the farmer
brought his hand down heavily on an
adjacent box of soap.
And amt his own land rich enough?
Look 1T TINT ten acre field o corn and
look 1t them punkins. Though, for
that matter, where's the uso o corn for
turkeys, or turkeys for Thanksgivin', if
a mans own flesh and blood flies in the
face of Providence like my Joe?
He amt goin' before Thanksgivin',
surely ~
lie calkilateS to start tomorrow
night, said the farmer dolefully.
Then the group about the store ex-
perforated with mournful precision,
and shook their heads, and hoped he
wouldn't regret such Il precipitate
abandonment of this worlds blessings.
old Joe Comstock united his fine pair
If mules, and went olting away 70 the
Comstock farm followed by the sym
pathinug remarks Of his neighbors.
And as the cart rolled away, another
vehicle was seen approaching, high
seated jaunty affair with yellow wheels,
drawn by long-llmbed creature that
was out of sight before his points could
lie well discussed and criticised. In
truth, the good folks upon the porch
of the country store were more inter-
ested in the couple that were seated
fashionably aloft upon the gay box of
the wagon. A fleeting vision of laugh
ing blue eyes and yellow curls wanton-
ing with the November wind, and the
pale, dark face Of u stranger i'll close
proximity to these charms, caused the
wise heads upon the porch to wag again
with melancholy unison.
faint the natur' of the silc that
Young Joe complains of, said one.
Nor yet the corn. nor the punkins,
said another its that he amt got the
stomach for EN- he used to hey before
that city fellow broke his wagon in front
OF the widow Benson's door and took a
notion to Kitty
And swan to man eff the widow
amt that set up about it she's hevin'
black sam to do her FIJI! whitewash-
in.
She'd better not count her chickens
before they're Matched. That fellow
don't mean to marry Kitty Benson;
she'll fall between two stools, that's
what Kittyll do. She'll get shet Of joe
and lose this city chap, after all. Joe
VAS ii dead earnest poor fellow, but
this chaps only foolin'.'
Which was not altogether true. The
city chap" had begun perhaps in
rather a tritling mood. He considered
the remarkable interest which he took
in this little rustic was all due to his
artistic perceptions. About six weeks
before Ill passing through the village.
Ills horse had stumbled upon big
bovlder in front of the widows door,
aud one Of the big yellow wheels had
come 20 grief. 1t was the most natural
thing in the world for Mr, Morton to
knock at the nearest door. and equally
natural that the widow should ask him
FIJI. Kitty lay sound asleep, with her
eurIy head on the kitchen table, MI
the yellow tangle 81 it tumbled care
!esslY about the exquisite line Of her
brow and curve Of her rounded cheek.
Her brown lashes just merged into the
fash apon her face, and her red lips
were parted, showing the white even
teeth within.
Laws mercy said the widow,
with kindly curiosity there amt mo-
body hurt, hope2
only in the wagon wheel, said Nr.
Morton
And you wantto gil to town. Well,
now. reckon joe Comstock must be
III and about yet. II Joe's UP, he'll
like you down to the railroad. he
cart be done his chores yet.
nope he'll bungle long enough
atout his chores to be up when ! get
mere said Mr.. Morton
II Lad not taken his eyes from the
,.eeIing beauty. and Vas surprised
n - her lift her head from her
arn and open wide her eyes upon
Nm while the flush deepened III her
face. and even stole down upon her
throat and the white bit other neck that
49, lie.