The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1881-09-01

Belphy's energetic voice scared up q
shrill pipe at this climax. -
9 ~We-ell," spoke Ephraim, slowly,
'swouldn't nary one Of the neighbors
make ye one-not nightcap, q polly
whatever 'tisp" .4c5u
"My sakesl what an idyl" said Del
ply; "they're every one as busy as the,
kin be an buster too a-sewin' fer the
festible, an would make me sothin', let
alone I aiA't got nothin' to make an
don't want 1t no way, cause low to
wear the red polonaise; an Eph, it's
jest naturally meanness in you not a.
wantin' me to wear it." -. If- hi,
n Ep6 walked out of the kitchen rubbing
his eyebrow med editativelys s fS -. :.
"P'raps It's weekid," !" he said, '.but !
kaint help a-hatin' that red polly.
Shucksl I kaint never remember the
rest of it,"
q Toward the close of the, next after
noon, Mrs. Pickles returned nom her
daughters home. -.
al knowed," she muttered as she
neared her own dosr, s'wasn't nothin'
|theamatter with. that littlelimb only bad
ness.p She had come the back way
lthrouglfthe orchard The sitting room
window was open, and from within she
heard the smothered exclamation
ssWhat ktH Eph be aboutp" she won
dsred. a She took off her sunbonnet, tip
toed to the window, and peeped over
the sill. = Even then she imme-
diately discover whaNEPh was about.
There he wason the floor. ON his hands
and knees, looking like some kind of
queer, gigantic bug, his face expressing
SoI a
large piece of calico, half unrolled, was
spread before him, and beside it lay the
sheep-shears and an old polonaise of
/ fDelphy's, Ephs glaring at them all in
puzzled despair. At length he picked
up the polonaise, and after eyeing all
the seams intently, laid it upon the cal
leo, and cautiously took up the shears,
but paused irresofutely, scratching his
nose with the points. =
.sEf I knowed how in common sense
this here mess of gathers an wrinkles
was cut, could do it, he soliloquized.
aI'd give pretty 10 know whether they
cut 'em faISt, or sew 'em into the calico
an, then cut 'em.p He. laid down the
shears and settled into his former posi-
ton, still surveying the calico as if to
find solution of the mystery therein.
As for Delphy, outside, she sat down
upon an old fiower-pot, wiping her sud-
denly fearful eyes upon the cape OF her
bonnet. ~ -
!" Bless him." said she, dhs's a-trying
to cut me polonaise, his own selfp He
| --htnt, a-cuttin' me q polonaisel he's
went an bought the stuff, too, an me
a-treatin' him like dog. Lord forgive
my weekidness, an won't never do it
again An the Lord bless him. A-tryin'
to cut me polonaisel That beats me-
an, with the sheep-shearsl" After an
other burst of tears Delphy jumped up
and ran in. - -. go
UEphI'' she cried, sshoney, you kaint
meyer cut it. Let it alone, am I'll fin
the time somehow. AM I won't
nerer wear the red thing nor nothin'
YOU don't want me to, the long
est day I live. Oh, Eph, my sugar
love, to think YOU was a-tryin' to cut me
: polonaise with the sheep-shears!" !"
And she ran into Eph's arms, he having
risen to his feet, and cried against his
butternut coat. tl.-
-" You needn't to cry, honey" said
Eph, patting her head. al didn't cut it,
so it amt spilled, nor the sheep-shears
amt neither. i, But, Delphy, chile'''-
and the twinkle of humor in his eyes
changed to a kindly; serious look, ''I've
been, kinder thinkin' maybe the Lord
wouldn't like fer us to be quar- Vim so
over nothin' at our time of life, 'stid of
doin' what we could for His glory"
estWe won't do it no more," said Del
ply.
And the next day she cut up the red
| polonaise to make twelve pincushions
for the fancy fair (and thus it was no
LONGER bone of discord, but a blessing
in disguise) into dozen things of beau
ty, aud probably joys forever-until
moths and time shall take away their
glory.-Denorest' Monthly. 7 &