Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1881-02-02

hand omely, with servants In suDor-
dination and constant preparations for
company, has read books and news
papers, and has done all without be-
coming sicklv and fretful and without
talking about her work. and still looks
refined and fresh
The spirit of the Revolution is still
among the hill-folks. They read
Wirt's Patrick Henry and Jefferson's
Autobiography and know about the
battle of Camden. Squire Ford has a
roll of thin brown Continental bills in
his writing-desk He can tell an even
ing full Of fine anecdotes about the
Revolutionary war, related to him
when a child by his grandmother, and
and he remembers how NJ de la Fay
cite on his last visit to America rode
richly -caparisoned canai-boat along
the Erie Canal, bowling left and right
to the crowd. Mrs. Melvine can sing
parts of a song eighty verses long
about wearing the hair over a roll.
They thiuk American things project
and would consider Mr. Henry james
"a Tory
As they converse about their old
friendships, their grandparents, child
ren, and grandchildren, two engineers
who have been looking into the Cedar
Holler railroads join them in the sit
ting-room. The house is filed with
travellers. and the landlady perceives
that an ample supper VIII be required
She goes into the kitchen to see how
the work is getting on. Ann Small
hoof is performing "a sforzand0 passage
on the cook-stove. The little maid
that helps is digging tooth and nail III
her cold corner like dormouse bur-
rowing through hill, in the hope
that she may warm her chilly frame
and doze over ragged fairy-book by
the hearth for little while before bed
time. She stops, wildly holding a
potato in one hand, when the landlady
announces, There will be thirty people
to supper
Ann Smallhoof is old with the anx-
ietv of that moment. We're working
on the clean jump, but we can't get it
ready says she which is frightful
thought in house where the meals
are always 'spat on the minute
The landlady is equal to the emer-
gency. Co. says she calmly, for
one of the neighbor women. Go to
wunst'
The Neigh Dor Woman soon comes,
with a shawl over her Lead, and plants
herself by the fire. BY and by she
wipes her nose on the corner of her
shawl. She then takes pin from her
mouth. Now she removes her shawl.
There is 'wudjuk' of tousled hair at
the back of her head, from which pro-
trudes an old rat Of rusty cambric
burst open and showing its cotton
stuffing Her mind is partially soft
ened by the vat Of boiling gossip in
which she lives. Il knowed we was
going to have bad night but we
has to bear it. | must take somethin'
against night she observes. She
steps into the pantry, puts loaf OF
bre. d against her greasy breast, cuts
off slice, buffers it, overlays the hut
ter with q piece of rich fruit-cake,
spreads bis of cheese on the cake, eats
the combination off her hand, and
chucks the crusts under the owe. She
then proceeds to peel pan Of apples
Our folks have seven orchards, but
we don't waste apples like that, VS.
Ann Smallhoof
The apples despatched, the Neigh
Dor Woman attacks with violent cner-
gy the accumulation of dishes in the
sink, dashing glass, dirty plates,
knives and forks together in pan and
clashing them about like bedlam let
loose.
IL uk mercer on me J 1t kills me
up to see dishes washed Sc, calculates
Ann Smallhoof.
Don't talk to me no more, you
sassy thing! sot up housekeepin'
when | was eighteen, had two child
rem when | was twenty, and ten when
! was forty, and two married, and !
guess | know how to wash dishes,
answers the Neighbor Woman, being
of the sort that talks back Il Work
for the toppin'est people round, and
they alters crack me up to the highest
notch, she adds.
Bah know who you be and what
you do, SO you've strained yourself for
You're grubbin' along just
the meanest kind among mess of
poor folks, says Ann in rage.
What's out of kilter 2" inquiries the
landlady, appearing in her cooking
apron
Me and her is havin' little spat ;
we don't quite fadge, that's all. I'll
have these done in jify Pm no put
terer, replies the Neighbor Woman.
IF you're mean enough TO sneak out
Of it that way, all right says Miss
Il never see the beat = exclaims the
Neighbor Woman. It's tedious job
to try to work with you, Ann Small
hoof you're terribly out all the time
big .-mp-" The rest Of The SEN
AclINt loilo OH lllLb SluilS anu SiV"i''B
and ends with look of perfectly pull
verizing scorn.
Now, what nonsense y says the
landlady tranquilly.-'Ann, Pll be
obleeged to you if you'll be little bit
folksey; Pm used to likely folks in my
Kitchen
Any forcible remark that pricks the
conscience is scolding and this quiet
scodng Of the landlady's is power
in her house She retires, and her
servants drift into an agreeable con-
versation about freezing aud stuiling
sausages and drying pound sours.
The landlady is a woman who does not
worry about her rights, which are TO
run that tavern properly She does
not furnish matches with the cigars and
tobacco it has become custom with
the habisues Of the bar-room TO save up
bits of paper, which they lend to each
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