The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1881-07-30
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there"
She hadn't no need to go there, any
way" broke in the exasperated aunt
"She could ha' lived here till the day
after never, if she'd hev give that Teller
the mltten, and he'd what I've got to
leave when I'm dead an gone"
"And your good for ninety-fve,
Nancy !" laughed provoking Mrs. Bun
nell. Didn't happen to come to ye,
L suppose, that she'd ruther live long
o Sam Phelps In a house of her own,
than be a-haDgin' on to your skirts, SO
to speak, till she was an old maid her
self? Well, what's done's done. I'm
sorry to see ye SO riled about it, but |
must be a-goin'; | sot sponge this
mornin', an | shouldn't wonder If twas
clean over the pan by this. Folks has
got to have breads wells butter" and
with nod of farewell, Mrs. Bunnell
rustled out of the room, her stiff calico
seeming to hiss in echo to her derisive
words as she swept through the narrow
door,
"There amt no butter about her -
growled Miss Nancy "Sophi' Bun
nelIs as prickly as a thistle, an alters
was. :"
Well, folks is made different" said
Mrs. Beers, gently. "We amt all jest
alike, and it's quite mercy we amt; all
sugar or all salt would be as tasteless, |
guess. Mis- Bunnell's real good to the
sick, I've always heard tell, and she's
smart as whip besides y
Yes, n a whip with singer, too, ="
was the curt answer.
"Well, now," went on Mrs. Beers,
81 feel real hurt for we, Miss Nancy,
| about Janey, but I'm certin sure she
never meant nothin' less than not to
have ye toher weddin'; why, know her
real well; she's as sweet as cream,
naturally. Depend ont, twas all a
mistake"
You no need to butter me up, Phil
indy Beers / guess [ know when I'm
thrown over s wells the next one. Jane
has gone an done 'xactly what | said she
shouldn't never do, and she knows it.
I've got means to live on, and more. |
amt no poor despisable old maid. I've
got money IN the bank, and good farm,
and I'll go into Hartford tO-morrer, if
I'm spared, and make my will to a law
yer's, and [ will every cent to furrin mis-
| slons. I'll do it, sure's your born.
ooh, now, don't we do nothin' hasty,
Miss Nancy Let's see about it, now
do; the's almost always two sides to
things, and We know the Scriptur' rec
ommends for us To be slow to wrath: it's
real easy to talk but you can't untalk,
We know"
"Nor don't want to p was the irate
answer.
"WeIl, I must say good-day. I've
got to see to our folkses dinner some.
Sar' Ann can do the most ont, but she
amt very mighty, nd mothers lad up
with rheumatic.
And Mrs. Beers slid away quietly,
leaving Miss Nancy alone.
Words are words only, we say some
times, but how they can hurt or heal !!
Miss Nancy was grieved to the heart
with Janey's conduct, and when Mrs.
Bunnell exasperated her with sharp
comment and keen taunt, she was ready
III her rage to believe she would never
speak to her niece again; but the Widow
Beer gentle suggestion fell on her soul
like dew, and against her will or her
consciousness soothed her excited tenn
per and wounded spirit.
She was by no means ready to forgive
Janey; but as she sat alone there and re-
viewed all the past, thought of the girls
bright, loving patience, her thoughtful
care of her aunt and her likeness to the
dear dead brother, and then-being a
just woman, for all her temper and testy
obstinacy-went back to the love of her
own youth for an elder Sam Phelps, and
the agony of loss and modification she
nJnd I1rn he l. L.,
Janey had escaped. and what she had
found, and to look "also upon the
things of Others"
She would have resented sharply any
intimation that "Philindy" Beers had
modified her with the "butter of her
kindly, loving nature and speech, but
there was no one by to make such init
nation, and when the sun set that night
and the lonely old woman watched it
from her doorsteps sinking in all the
splendor of red and gold behind the hills,
she felt that it was going down upon her
wrath-and was reluctantly, but honest
ly, disturbed by the consciousness.
Meantime, Mrs. Beers, having helped
"Sar' Ann poor old cousin to whom
she gave hCme-get the dinner and
clear it away, and then made her mother
comfortable for an afternoon nap, tied on
her bonnet and set out tor Janey Phelps
house, some two miles from her own in
theOpposite direction from Miss Nancy's;
she found Janey looking like a wild rose
as she sat sewing on the east doorstep,
enjoying the calm warmth of the late
September day; everything about her
exquisltely neat, her white apron and
pink calico dress setting out with their
clear tints her bright dark hair and eyes
and colorless but healthy complexion,
through whose surface emotion always
sent the very blush of a rosy dawn.
She flushed beautifully now when she
saw Mrs. Beers come sliding down the
road, and ran to open the little gate for
this first guest of her new home.
Friendly greeting followed, and at last
Mrs. Beers slid into the purpose of her
visit. "You kinder took us all by sur
prise bout your weddin', Janey. / was
beat to hear ont, must say
"Well, Mis- Beers, we couldn't afford
to have much of wedding. Sans folks
live over to Hartland. most of them, and
Mis- Marsh hadn't really room to com
modate them, and l haven't got anybody
but Aunt Nancy, and she didn't come;
she feels hard towards SAM and here
the bright eyes clouded.
Didn't send no answer to We 2"
queried Mrs. Beers automatically.
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