The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1881-10-13

Mrs. Squire Bassett, Mrs. Bisbee, and
in compliment to her relationship to
the aforesaid 'Biah Williams, Mrs
Deacon Higby-was unanimously ap
pointed to confer with the tailor and
order the coat.
Feeling quite sure at this point that
duty had been done and full reparation
for any fancied insult to the deacon's
family pride had been made, they one
and all, in highly exalted frame ol
mind, energetically set to work on the
supper. ........ .....
81 never see such EATERS" said muf.
fled voice. The remark was addressed,
in the depths of big closet full of all
sorts of family lumber and cast-off arti-
cles, to another person who, like the
owner of the voice, was crammed in a
most uncomfortable position up against
the door that led into the "keepin'-
room" where the sewing society was
convened. Whackety if we should
eat SO much, 1 guess ma d whip us.
Just look at Miss Bassett stufflf
Thereupon the other figure bounced
up with great difficulty to get a good
view from the keyhole. When he had
gotten his eye fzed, he drew long
breath. "Whew don't she, though |
An see Miss Henderson Her nose is
a yard long. Look at her bite into that
biscuit I
"Let me see-let me see," exclaimed
the boy on the floor, crowding up to
push the other away from the keyhole.
That's my place. Get away, Tom, I
say. I want to see."
"'Tain't your place any more'n .'tis
mine," retorted the other, in an awful
whisper that but for the rattle of cups
and saucers going on on the other side
of the door must needs have been
heard. "The closet b'longs to both of
us so of course the kev-hole does"
"Well. I want to see once" said the
first boy, waving the point of exclu-
sive rights $50 git away, or I'll hol-
ler;" and he gave smart push to the
figure enjoying a view of the society
that caused it to take its eye quickly
away from the key-hole, while he re.
sented his wrongs.
If you do, you won't git nothin'
only a whackin', an Iii cut an run," he
declared, savagely, dumping down into
the vacated place on the floor. $50 do
look If you want ter; then you've got
to give the place back"
"Shes beginnin' on another" cried
the victor, as loudly as he dared. ooh!
my jum.zies! / say, Tom"
".What?" said Tom, gloomily, on the
floor.
"There won't be scrap left for us
il they keep on eatin' like that, The
riz cakes Ggoin' just awful Let's 90
out in the back yard and holler fire.
an start 'em home"
"Oh no, we mustn't" cried Tom, in
alarm "that will spoil the whole.
"They can't eat much more," he added,
decidedly. can then, after we've had
our supper, we'll start an tell all we
know. Hain't we heard lots?" he asked,
enthusiastically.
"Lots /" declared his brother; 81 guess
we have. Just twice as much as we did
at last s'ciety; then twas all about
jimmy Ann Rogers; that wasn't no fun
at all.'
'Let's go to Cousin 'Biah's first" said
Tom, eagerly, ''an' mad him all up; an
then We'll cut cross lots to Miss
Mirandy's. Let's, joe"
"All right" said Joe. "I don't care
which one We go to first. Oh, dear l
wish they was through"
But before he could plaster his pale
blue eye up to the key again, the
enterprising Thomas already had pos.
session of that outlook so he was forced
to content himself with conjuring up
new dark plans On the floor.
At last they had the supreme pleasure
Of seeing and hearing the biscuits, cake
and tea passed out into the kitchen
when, losing no time, they speedily took
themselves out to the charms of a sup
per with no one by to restrain.
When they had finally eaten till not
another crumb was possible, they each
grasped his cap, and flew as fast as was
possible on their pleasant errand.
81 wouldn't a believed it," Mr..
'Biah Williams brought his hand down
hard on his knee, then stared at his
wife.
"I would" she said, spitefully.
"They're mean, hateful set. It's Jest
what I've alwus told you, 'Biah, only
you would have your own way. Now 1
guess you'll go over to the Methodists."
"rll 60 to the Methodists next Sun
day, Sarah, if you want ter" said Mr..
Williams, decidedly. "I'll iine a
church where the folks amt too big for
their clothes"
"Ain't too big for your clothes, you
mean," said his wife, with a bitter
laugh. "To think that stuck-up Miss
Bassett, whose father used to peddle
dared turn up her nose atyour tailorin' !"
can that Miss Bisbee, who don't
know what good coat is when she sees
one," cried the tailor, in the greatest
evaporation, "a-settin' herself up to
tell me how much l was to charge 1
guess I'll learn her how to mind her
own business" And 'Biah got up, and
sticking his big hands in his pockets,
began to stalk up and down the room
in high dudgeon.
"Biahp Mrs. Williams stopped
combing out her scanty locks, and let
ting them string down each side of her
thin face, she eagerly faced her hus-
band. "Tll tell you what to do"
"WhatH" asked her husband, stop
ping in surprise.
"You charge 'em Just twice as much
as you would "a .done," said his wife,
peering through the two wisps of light
hair that hung dismally on either side
of her enraged countenance, "'an git
your pay out of 'em all; an then you
give it back to the parson yourself, when