Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-05-02

tew hinder her goin'," said the widow, as
her daughter made no reply. ''Theren be
aothin' but the supper dishes tew wash, an
can dew them. Tell yer father that I'll
be glad tew see him, Sam. / remember
when he was as straight as an arrer, an his
hair as black an curly as your'n. Not but
what he's a nice personable man, now.
What air you giggln' fur, Samantha? Is
it anythin' strange fur the squire, in his
lonely salvation, tew call on neighbor an
old schoolmate? Pears few me I'd try few
show some manners. A body would think
you was brung up in the woods. You
hain't told Sam whether you was goin' tew
singin' school. Yes, Sam, she'll go. You'd
better come airly, as it's quite piece to the
school us
With another wink to Samantha, whose
whose cheeks were as red as the apples she
was pairing, Sam took himself off, whistling
merrily as he retraced his way across tho
fields.
81 wonder what the squire wants tew
see me so partic Ter bout, Samantha /?
liant the least idee Wal, all | know is
that he never was in no SIGH takin' afore
his wife died. [ ruther guess that old
maid sister of his don't make things none
tew conf table fur him. She's a dretful
poor housekeeper, SO I've heerd say.
Fetch me clean cap out of the bureau
drawer. Not that; the one with the
crimped border an laylock ribbin. What
air you gigglin' at ? Pears to you Tn farm
up considerable ? How ride ous you dew
talk as tho 1 didn't want tew be clean
There's Sam comm through the gate;
don't keep him waitin'."
y i y
Chow dew, Squire Skinner Walk in,
an take a cheer by the stove, dew
sWal, don't care if do wilder; its
bitter cold night, a good deal colder than
1 Gale lated on when started"
''True enough, squire there are nights
that middle-aged folks, like we be, find a
warm corner by a rousing fire like this
better'n the jolliest sleigh ridin' that can
be got up. Samantha she's gone tew the
singin' school, so I'm all alone this even
in. I'm proper glad you happened in !;
them that's in our lonely sitivation orter
be neighborly."
81 s'pose ISam told you my arrant ?"
said the squire.
oval, yes, he sorter hinted-te, he, he!
Boys will be boys, you know, an Sam is
as full of mischief as an egg is full of
meat. Try piece of mince-pie, squire
didn't eat much supper, so I put one in
the oven tew warm. My poor dead-an'
gone husband used to say that nobody
could beat me maxim mince-pies. Take
piece, dew
s'Thank'ee , wilder, I don't care if I do.
Pm.mightily glad you're SO favorable to my
propersition. I told Sam that you was
allus so pertic'lar bout keepin' everythin'
jest as twas in Mr.. Peabody's time, that
was most afeared you mighnt't like it. -
"Dear me, squire how GURUS that you
should have thought that, when you know
how much allus sot by you ever sence we
used tew go tew school together. The
Lord knows I h'ain't been in no hurry fur
any change, an if it had been any one but
you that limited at SIGH thing I'd ha'
showed 'em tew the door in quick metre,
an they would't have been. long in
taking it neither. Them that's had the
padner that had ain in no hurry tew get
another Jon'than used to speak of you
often he thought there wasn't nobody
like squire Skinner An when I see you
in the cheer that he so often sot in, it rely
seems as if twas him settin' there
"Im obleeged to you, wilder, fur your
good opinion. But to return to business.
Mine is leetle the lightest, but 'twouldn't
hardly be noticed, an if SO be we can
strike bargin, there won't be better
match in the hull township, I'll bet"
Lawful sakes, squire how you fuster
body! 1t is so sudding. But, then, faint
as though we hadn't knowed each other
ever sence we was knee-high to grasshop-
per. Wal, no, can t.say as there would
be better match, takin' it all in all, than
our would be. An we ain t obleeged tew
wait or ask nobody, but can suit ourselves
in marryin' So, if you're agreeable 1
am
Squire Skinner stared at the speaker in
blank amazement.
"Good gracious, Mrs Peabody what be
you talkin' on !? h air said nothin' bout
marryin'. 1 was speakin' bout swappin
my bay horse fur your gray one. You
see
The widow Peabody arose to her feet,
the very brows upon her cap assuming a
belligernent aspect.
"Dew you mean to insult me, Squire
Skinner ?"
'By no manner O means. Your gray
horse an mine is SIGH a nice match as to
size an color so thought"
"Dew you see that air door, sir The
sooner you march out ont the better it
will be fur your
But, wilder"
'sStart yourself, tell ye! an don't you
never darken my door ag'in!''