Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1881-09-08
Indianapolis People.l
HER CHICKABIDDY,
4 Romance In Two Chapters.
CHAPTER !

CHAPTER 1.
"Mrs. Jones and Miss Floy gone out
in de kerridge, but walk right in and
lower your bumbereller, Mr.. Appleby
Pm lookin' fur 'em ever mint. Amt
it nasty day, though? Yesterday was
so beautiful, but sed we'd have wealth
er when seen kitty washin' her face
with her back to the fire. 1 laughed
whin l woke up and found it he'd came
0, never mind being so perticular, l
don't mind little mud, and it will all
soak in before Mrs. Jones and Floy gifts
in. Walk in the parlor and make your
self at home. It's very comfortable.
The place what has to stay in amt got
mare cushined chair nor pichur to
gaze on. Mrs Jones always round, too,
squintin' at me fur to keep things order
ly and to keep the boys out'n the way
Fur, you know, sum young men do hev
hankerin' after the peculinary depart
ment, or, as they calls it, the baik par
lor. I've he'd hirelin's meself, and l
know what is due to ladies what hev
he'd plenty of money but is in reduced
circumstances. l used to set in me oan
parlor and hev ME oan company keeper
you bet did-and l always invited
the lady from the kitchen to come and
git her share. l always done to ithers
as wanted done to me. Now there's
Floy sets here evenins, larfng and gass-
ing with the fellers, and me in the soli-
tude of the kitchen; then when they are
gone she comes and says to me,
"Kathern, would you like to hev some
of this candy?" That's the way of the
worl', Mr.. Appleby, substantial, indus
trous young women as would make good
wives, amt no where, and the men a
buzzing round the tiittergibbits like
wasps round ripe pear. 0, you dunno
the deceit and guile is in that girl! She
will hang round her par's neck hug
gin of him, and he JUS pinches her and
tells her plum up that he knows she
wants a new frock out'en him, and when
her mar has sick headache, she goes
round the house cryin' her eyes out, like
a little fool. l never seen her drop a
penny in our Blessed Lady's box yit,
but I've knowed her to take the money
her poor ovid father give her to buy
toggery with and spend it for shugar
and tay and such like stuff fur poor
folks and niver tell him the first word
about it; and me oan leetle brother that
she nurced through weth the meesles,
she wont lave him to slide down the
bannersturs nor thumb the pianer at all
o she haint got no heart as l heard her
oan blessed brother tell her when she re-
fused the rich Mr.. Pimpernel. Fur my
part | would not waste me time calm
on the loikes of hur eff l was a nice
young man. l bet you won't think es
much of her now, will you? But say
Mr. Appleby, lowing you'll be here
solitary and alone for Lord knows whin
the folks will be en-, would you moind
givin' me lift? Me poor old mothur
is seek and suffering with rhumatiz
down the strate an not a breathin'
sperit to look afther her, and mesilf
would go and sit by her suffering bid
side eff it wasn't fur the poor chickabid-
dy. Would you moind me totin' it up
here fur you to hold just mint, while
I just put me bunnit on and run over to
look at me poor ovid mother down the
strate?'
Who could refuse so touching an ap.
peal? Not Mr.. Appleby.
"Why, 1 am sure I don't know what
it is" he said, "but if your mother is so
sick, and you won't stay long, and Mrs.
Jones and"
'"The Lord and all the howly angels
bless you, and st. Peter and st. Chrysos-
tim kape you in their howly sight.
won't be gone one single mint and
will bring it I'D directly"