Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1880-08-28
ChiEtlreu's Diet.

Gan Jne pen OF one give tlJue OF
their conversation record? Let us
attempt but a part of it. Mrs.
Green began the tournament.
81 hain't seen We a month 0 sun
days, Miss Walker; where do ye
keep yerself ~
why, I've been to hum. 'Tain't
real handy - take to baby.tendin'
when We git along in years spell;
but there don't seem to Be nobody
else TO take care of Bezy's babe but
me. BeZy's as pernickity as wo-
man about the child; he wont let
me give it Il speck Of nothin but red
cows milk, an he's nigh about sew
en- months old, an he'd oughter set
in lap to the table, an take taste
o. vittles along with US. My land .
my children used to set to az grab
things as quick as ever fetched EN-
where they could. Little Jemimy
was the greatest hand Tor a'tel cab
bage We ever did see: al pork how
that child would hoiIrr Tor fried
pork There want Ia peace to the
wicked till she got it; slir'd ht ben
splendid child eff she'd lived; 5ut the
summer complaint was dreadful
prevalent that year, an it took her
off in the wink of an eye, as ye may
say; alters docs the healthy children.
Then my Samwell, why, he was the
greatest hand for pickles that ever
was; he'd get hunk. o. fried steak
INTO one leetle hand an pickle into
t'other, an he would crow an
sQueal Cuttin of his stomach teeth
was tie end o. him; got 'em tco
early, was took with commissions,
IN died right Off An the twins:
well, they favored beans-baked
beans an minute puddin'; they was
eighteen months Old when they died,
an they eet toast an cider like good
fellers only the day they was took
sick; we'd he'd buckwheats an tree
molasses for breakfast that day, an
| expect they'd eet SO much sweet 1t
kinder made 'em squeamy, SO t the
hard cider jest he'd the right tang.
Poor little creturs mabbe twas the
bilious collie a-conin' on made 'em
dry; anyway they was awful sick
with t, an they died sunday
week. for they was took OF Sunday,
an
Miss Polly Paine, a Short, plump
old maid, gently interrupted here;
she thought Widow Walker had )c-
eupied the floor long enough.
But, say, what do We give it red
cows milk for? | never knoWed
there was any great o yirtoo in red
COWS.
"Sakes alive :" Here Samanthy
ffnI15a haaonn TT1naaf, ItrFfA tOptv
ap the thread of conversation. Il
want to know eff ye didn't? Why,
reds the powerfulest thing You
Jest put a red flBnnel around your
throat, an it won't never be sore;
an red string in your ears ii keep
off fever, everybody knows; BUT then
! don't hold to fetchin' up a child On
milk altogether; they won't never
make old bones that way. | b'lieve
in hearty vittles for everybody. Pies
real hearty eff We make it good, an
SOS cheese; when ye can't git butch
er's meat. / b'lieve I could STAN it
the year round on pie an cheese am
baked BEANS"
well, We see," pottered on Mrs.
Walker, who seized a chance to be-
Slu C9dlu4 DIZZY AC NOA AClL w
reason; he claims he knows more
about tetchin' up children than ! do,
spite of my hevin' he'd four on 'em,
he speaks about their all dyin' off;
an says he wants his'n to liye-a-
dyin' in the face of Providence, as
ye may say, for we all know folks
may die by the dispensation of Prov
ldenCe, an mortal man can't say,
Why do We so ? to the Lord; but l
don't know but what brother BeZy
thinks he can: he sets dreadful loose
TO religion, specially doctrines an
seCh; says he wishes t Pars0n Pine
wouldn't say sech Il lot about lee
lion, an hell, an DEGREES, an more
about mercy an loyin' kindness.
Land! l want to know how you're
gOin' to fetch hardened old sinners
like some We could mention eff ye
was min to-an' | guess we all
know who they be without namin' of
'em-inter the kingdom, eff ye
couldn't scare 'em out OF their seven
senses, a-shakin' Of EN- over the pit,
As ye may say. They don't mind
nothin' but a real scare, an they
don't mind that no great. l feel to
W0lder real often why such folks is
spared to-'-From "Amandar,n
by ROSE TERRY COOKE, in Han
por'S Magazine for September.