The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-02-17

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sa~ ID nv life, crHitshant would ha
gioriel ia It | wish bad him herr
illustrate that scene with the spiried Vi
or ihs, only bis dancing pencil gives
II vas in Keutueky that IL happened
that pleasant land Of blue grass. and :
hacco, and fnc stock, and white-ieeth,
girls. Mabel. my sister. had married Di'
Hucklestons, and they had begun life
great conteniment in little throe-rooms
house scarcely big enough to bold the bi
dM presents Bnt they were happ
hearty, healthy, They had two COWS, il
cream every day. charming baby, an
Uncle Brimmer Who shall say that the
cup was not full Indeed, they though
il full before Uncle Brimmer added hin
self thereto--a very pondrous rose lea
He was one Of our old family servants
who fondly believed that Miss Mabel an
her young husband would never be able I
get along without him. He walked all th
way from Mississippi to Kentucky. wit
his things tied up In meal sack. aud pre-
seuted himself before Mabel, announcing
aifsbly that he bad come TO ''stay on. ="
But haven't any place for yoa, Uncl
Brimmer, said Mabel, divided betweel
hospitality and embarrassment.
Lor', honey, You kin jes' tuck me aroun
aayphar. don't take up no room.
Mabel looked thoughtfully upon the bit
brown gray whiskered old negro, whos'
proportions were those Of a Hercules, and
shook her head. You are not Ton
Thumb, Uncle Brimmer.
No, ma'am, said he submissively, but
have got his sperh Couldn't | sleep in do
kitchen honey, he went on. with insinuat'
ing sweetness
No. indeed, cried our yonng house-keep-
er; put my foot down on anybody sleep
ing in the kitchen.
Aunt Paisey, the cook, stood by, bal
ancing pan Of -four on her head, one fat
hand on her hip. / suspected her OF a
personal interest in the matter, and indeed
she afterward' acknowledged that she
thought Uncle Brimmers company would
prove "blessin' to her feet" Those feet
OF he's had been saved many steps through
tho services Of her ten-year-old daughter
Nancy Palmira Kate--called Nanky Pal
for short. But Of late Nanky's services
had been called into requisition as q nurse,
and Aunt Patsey, who was fat and scant O.
breath thought she had too much to do;
she viewed with evident delight the stall
wart proportions Of our good.natured
giant from the south.
Dar's de lof, Miss Mabel, she suggest
ed.
1t is too small, and is cluttered UP with
things already.
Oh, sho, chile, dar amt nothin in dat
of 'cep' de taters, an de dried apples,
m some strings o terbacker, an de brok-
IN plough, an some odds an ends O. the
,hillen's, an Lucy Crittenden's pups
Lor'. dar ain't nothin' ter speak of in de
of.
He can'tg get in at the window, said Ma
bel, shifting her ground.
Lemme try, said Uncle Brimmer
The kitchen was small log cabin some
distance from the house--in good holler-
n reach, to quote Aunt Patsey. Above it
vas low room, or loft, crowded with the
articles enumerated. The
'nly way Of getting into it was from the
outside. A ladder against the side Of the
abin admitted one, through little win
low. no larger. am sure, than that Of
ailway coach, into this storehouse Of
Nanky Pal who was as slim as
snake, was usually selected to fetch and
AIRY through the small aperture. But
Jncle Brimmerl
I'm pretty sho / kin do it. he said.
luinting up ono eye, as he took off his
oat and prepared to try.
We stood in the door way as he cautious
, went up tho ladder; and after an excit-
lg moment he pushed himself through
le window, and turning, smiled triumph
,tly.
This settled the matter. A cot bed was
rocured for Uncle Brimmer, and he soon
scame the maiIstay OF the family. Cheer
lily avoiding all the work possible; indif-
rent as an ostrich; eating all be could
ID in cupboards and highways; grimly
aging the hobgoblin for baby; gsyly ,,
-anging his banjo on moonlight nights
emory recalls thee with smile Uncle
thinner! can close my eyes now and
call him, big, shapeless, indistinct in the
as he sat under the mul.
rry tree, singing,
'wish vas in Tennessee.
A.settin' In my cheer.
jug o. whisky by my sids.
An arms roun' my dssil"
lis was his fayorite Who shall doubt
IT ii expressed to him all the poetry, ro-
.nco, passion Of life1 II
After time Uncle Brimmer fell i'll, and CT
sent for doctor. st
DR.. Trattles Jex was The medical man OF Il
/ county. He lived in Middleburn, sew b
miles away, and he came trotting over o.
great gray horse, with pair Of sad
'-bags hanging like Gilpin's bottles, one u
either side. He looked as diminutive b
a monkey perched on the tall horses IL
*, and indeed he was "awee bit pavky
ly, rs was said OF Tommy Moore. But pl
SIS me- he was as pompous and self-in- Ii
r,snt as though he had found the place 81
stand on, and could move the world ~
h his little lever. A red handkerchief bi
med across his chest showed he had II
.gs and mother His boots were pol 10
ed TO the las. degree. His pink and NJ
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