The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1881-07-30
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Janey uncovered the basket.
why, look here, Mis- Beersl She
has sent me four jars of jell; amt she
good %
"Surely!" calculated Mrs. Beers.
Tommy, don't you want a pepper
mint 2"
The unwary boy snapped at the offer.
Guess there's one in my pocket, "
smiled the old lady, and began to pun
out, one by one, the contents of that
goodly repository.
81 guess, Tommy, you haven't got
near SO many things in your pockets as
| have" she said.
81 bet / have" answered Thomas.
and quite forgetful of anything but
emulation, he began to unload the stores
of his own pouches. As he d1d SO,
eagerly and carelessly, a dirty note fell
on the steps just at Mrs. Beers side;
she reached out for it. Tommy saw the
man@uvre, grabbed Intellectually at the
document, and fled; it was the lost note
to Miss Nancy.
Seems as though there was Provi-
dence IN it, remarked Mrs. Beers, but
Janey did not hear, for she was running
after Tommy with the emptied basket
she had just brought out; suddenly she
stepped on a stone, twisted her ankle
and fell
1t was hard for Mrs. Beers to get her
INTO the house and on to her bed. but
Janey was not the fainting sort of wo-
man, and between her courage and her
visitors patience, it was managed. Mrs.
Beers stayed and got the supper for
Sam, and then trotted home, sending
Mr.. Marsh back to take her place as
she passed the house. Early the next
morning she went over to Miss Nancy
Tyron's.
"Good mornin', she said, beaming on
that stiff old lady with the sunny home
ly countenance of pumpkin in a corn
field
"Say, Miss Nancy, I've ketched a nice
fellar a-meddlin' betwixt you and Janey.
I've got the note she writ to we out O.
Tommy Marsh's pocket. ] guess he
went fishin' or somethin' an forgot it an
lied about it; anyway here it's" Miss
Nancy grimly opened it, and it ran thus:
"DEAR aunt have finally made up my
mind to marry Sam; 1 think great deal of him
and he does of me, | expect and it seems as if
there wasn't any real good reason why l
bIOludl L, Save anu except I1dU you DON'T ike
him, but know yon will after awhile, and he
thinks ever 80 mnch of you; he just hates his
Uncle Sam.
Dear Aunty, you're all the people l have
got, since father died, and you know how he
set by you, and looked for you to be q mother
to his baby, and so you was.
I'm real sorry vexed you about Sam. but
L couldn't help it; please forgive me, and come
over to Mrs. Marsh's tomorrow night and see
me married. Do, DO! Sam says do, too.
Your loving JANEY."
dreadful sweet! most's good as
honey" growled Miss Nancy, in a voice
half-moved, half-incredulous; but why
did she wipe her spectacles Mrs. Beers
went on in her soft voice
81 was down there las night an she
kinder turned her ankle a-runnin' after
that boy fixed her onto the bed an got
supper, but she can't step; she was accom-
in right up here but for that, and she
cried real bad about it.
81 think 'twould set her up dreadfully
eff SO be you could feel to forgive her fur
enough to step around there and help her
a mite. [ know it's dreadful to git over
sech things, and she knows it, and is
a-grievin' over it sight; but I said, says
[, Don't we take on, Janey; your aunt is
jest as good as gold when you get down
tot; she's one O. them that's better'n
they're willin' to show; anyway I'll tell
her to-morrer, and she'll do Jest as she's
a mind ter"
"That's Sc - said Miss Nancy. grim
~, and Mrs. Beers, wise in her harm
lessness, went home. Whether it was
the note with its honest money, or Mrs.
Beers's "butter," who can tell? A
mixture of both, no doubt, but Miss
Nancy, left to her own heart and con-
science, softened at once, and locking
up her tiny house, set off to Janey's with
satchel III her hand. Never had she
received such a welcome; even Sans
hearty handshake and frank smile were
accepted as they were meant; and till
Janey's ankle was thoroughly well the
work and nursing were done, as Miss
Nancy did everything, as well as hands,
head and heart could do them. The
very next day she went back to her own
house Mrs. Bunnell sailed in.
"Weu saidp' she exclaimed, "you've
got over your huff, ha'n't ye? Philindy
Beers has buttered ye up good; well,
you're the last woman l ever expected
would be smoothed over this way!''
"Look here, Sophi' Bunnelll" snap
ped Miss Nancy, with alacrity and fire,
sit tells in Scriptur' about eatin' butter
an honey SOS as to know how to choose
betwixt evil an good; well, I've eat 'em,
and I've found out buffers Il sight bet
tern'n briers be, anyhow
Dear reader, don't we agree with her :?