The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-09-02
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gel Eff things to say, I say it square
out; but Philindy Beers, she keeps
N-butteEm' and -butterin' and smoothini
down an strokin' over. Why, there
she isp -
Miss Nancy Tryon was tall and gaunt
and lean scant gray hair was brushed
back from her angular forehead and
twisted into 8 tight knot behind, se.
verely fastened with a yellow horn
comb her chin protruded q little, her
black eyes stared and snapped, and gen.
orally expressed themselves in apungent
way and her tongue-oh, her tongue
II was as untiring, as restless, as noisy,
Dut by no means as useful, as a nail ma
chine. She had very little patience and
very little charity, but, under her
snappy way, her rapid judgments, her
curt decision, lay thoroughly honest
and kind heart, which she was ashamed
10 show.
"Well, now, Nancy" said her com.
panlon, Mrs. Bunnell, who had stepped
In for neighborly visit. "You know
you're kinder arbitrary, you always was.
and you do like to speak in meetin''
whether there's a congregation or not,
you always did; but I will say fort.
your bark's worse'n your bite, L"
Here Mrs. Beers knocked at the door.
"Oome in T. shouted Miss Nancy. never
stirring from her chair fragrant VIOLA
tion OF Strafford etiquette.
Good-day, good-day Why. Mis-
BnnnaII how oA WON . Lar,o,o1A .z.
you for quite q spell; and how do you
get along, Miss Nancy ?"
''.SO's to be craw1in,," snapped the
apinster, glaring straight ut the round.
placid, smiling little figure of the Widow
Beers, who sat down in the nearest rock
or, and put pretty little basket on the
Aoor by her side. "Well, you do look
READ spry; Tn glad to see We SO well.
And yor'"e usually we'll, / see. Mis- Bun
nell. fetched around few apples offn
my Astrykan tree to Sophrony Jones.
she's real miseg'ble."
"Serves Ter right" broke in Miss
Nancy. "What did she go'n marry a
Bhifless, low-lived TELLER like 'Lish Jones
For? She might ha' known that them
that makes brier beds for themselves has
70 lie on thorns."
Well, she seems to think consider
able OF him; | guess he's pretty good to
her SUR as he knows how to be-
Him has goodness won't 90 no fnr-
ther'n hen-hop," shifted Miss Nancy.
"And, SEEM I was a-comin' this way, -"
p,lacldly went on Mrs. Beers, IT thought
I'd fetch few on 'em to you. I rek'Iect
you set by apples good deal"
I'm obleeged to ye," said Miss
Nancy, still curt and decisive, but not
quite so fierce.
Hadn't you better set EN- into the
buttery, Nancy?' suggested Mrs. Bun
nell, looking unconscious of a pun, but
Miss Nancy glared at her with honest
wrath.
Mrs. Beers began again in her mild
way. "They do say, up to the Centre,
that Person Styles is laid up with a
dreadful spell O. quinsy."
l guess he caught cold over to the
Mash weddin'," suggested Mrs. Bun
nel. cit did pour down; [ come over
to-day half to see how you stood it,
Nancy"
"Stood what?"
why, gettin' home from Mis- Ma'sh's
house a-Tuesday evenin'; the weddin'
we know"
81 hain't been to no weddin'; hes De-
Slah Mash made goose o herself to her
time O life?"
"Why, mol mercy sakes, mol Why,
expected you knowed it; twas Janev-
fancy Tryon an Sam Phelps. disposed,
of course, seein' you was her aunt, you'd
fetch around to see her married"
Miss Nancy was crimson with rage.
"Jane Tryon an Sam Phelpsl I guess
notl told her year back eff ever
heerd of one O them Phelps boys a-shin-
in up to her she needn't never look to
me for no settin' out. Sam Phelps OF
all created critters, I b'ieve them Phelps
es Is the meanest.
" you didn't always think 80, did We ?"
sarcastically inquired Mrs. Bunnell, who
knew very well what old hurt and wrong
had set Miss Nancy against the Phelps
family how Sam Phelps uncle had
"courted " pretty Nancy, and then run
away with Jason Swift's daughter. the
richest girl in Strafford, and left Nancy
to make the best of it.
The taurt made poor Nancy speech
less she looked at Mrs. BunneI, as
that peace-breaking woman afterward
expressed it, "jest like the unicorn on q
needle-paper a-starin' at the lion. /
really looked to hev her rise up an paw
round and run her tongue out at me"
But good Mrs. Beers said in her gen.
tie way before Miss Nancy could speak,
Like enough she writ to ye, an some
how the letter went astrsy /; I've know'd
it so to be.
"Talkl dotalkl'' shrieked Miss Nancy.
She hain'tl know she hain't ! she
knowed I wouldn't never go to no
Phelps weddin' she done ii a. purpose,
the mink p
"Oh, 1 guess not, purred Mrs. Beers.
Janey's good girl; she's real feelin'.
know Miss Mash has set by her like
an own darter since she's hired out
there"
"She hadn't no need to 60 there.
any wayl" broke in the exasperated
aunt "She could -ha' lived here till
the day after never, if she'd hev give
that teller the mitten, and he'd what