Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1881-04-07

1uAlrs as might nave been exp6eted. NO
tvuigar gathering of knives and forks, no
clashing of crockery, no unseemly haste in
the absorption of soup Sister aioue per-
sisted in scontrasting himself with the bal-
| ance OF the company by eating with his knife,
and interpolaung remarks about the pork
and beans he and "old Bill Raveleyv had de-
voured 1t various primitive repasts ranging
through the series of years beginning in 1880
| and ending in 1860. Mrs. Raveley, really
sensible woman, unspoiled by her husbands
income, humored theOld man in his reminis-
cent mood, but ftwas plain to be seen that
the conversation larred upon the super
sensitive nerves Of the naughty female
Snogleys
could not be present on this occasion" sim
pered the Youngest, Miss Rayeley, late Of 8
metropolitan seminary. Mr.. Velret was the
| leys sat. &sre ~ s.
cit is really too bad.p assenfed Miss
compelled him TO forego the pleasure"
"A wedding, explained Miss Matte Dib-
mot much Of an AFFAIR." quietly res
marked Matte, "Only Sallie Evens and her
/ fellow"
"Ohp &etsG q
It will be necessary to explain that @"only
Saliie Evens" was an orphan girlwno earned
tablishment. and That "her fellown
was Joe Humphreys, young man who, by
steady industry and sober habits, had ac-
quired, at his trade OF blacksmithing, suf-
ficent amount to set up housekeeping and
listing between himself and Ibis girl"
"Love In q cottage, and all that sort Of
thing" remarked Sewell, with a sneer.
Z 90 Love in q blacksmith shop, should say, !"
Good for the gall blurted Slater. with
his mouth full of turkey. "Glory in her
spunks by jiDgoW That remark put a
dan1per on the wedding business, and it was
dropped instantcr.
what was the text to-day. TillIe.'' in
qufred Miss Adele Raveley. "I've been so
busy all day, arranging things, that could
not possibly attend the morning services"
Miss Tiltie became pensive.
"Somethtng or other in psalms" she MUIR
INJURED. something abOut-mamma, you
know what it was? I've forgotten it en-
tirely." .-..-r.., ....'.- -.
New feather in some other woman's
bonnet" muttered the graceless Reginald,
his insulted sister rewarding him with one
OF those peculiarly scornful glances which
only WON In laboring with suppressed an
ger can bestow. a.4
Really, my dear, my memory is so bad
that really couldn't rehearse the text" an
swered the maternal Snob!ey. I believe it
was something about crowns, and paths. and
fatness, or something of that kind" she
added, obviously.
''Thou crownest the years with thy good.
reverently from the lips OF little Miss Hun
niwell. - G'f
"Why, what memory You have, Marga-
ret!' was the flattering comment Of Ma
rie'' Snobley.
Mixed metaphor" sneered Sewell. -
''And, oh, 1t was such a lovely Sermon"
said Title, her face lighting up with the re-
collection Of the moral and intellectual treat
she had enjoyed. 1T was all about the sea-
son, you know, and the happy thoughts and
calm dnsirQS shpnl6 pnforfain And w a
shouldn't forget the poor, for they are always
with u.s."
''An' likely to stay, eff they amt attended
to-" interrupted Slater, reaching for the
pickle-plate.
"And we ought to care for the unfortu-
nate, and give from our store sufficient to lift
them above want" continued Miss Snobley.
81 know one case in pint" remarked
Slater, preparing to make an assault on
"Whose case is that. Mr.. Slater?" inquired
Mrs. Raveley. '.
"Col. Tom Stoddart's." slater's reply
was greeted by a general laugh. aye
needn't laugh, my friends; know what I'm
talkin' about" he continued. "Thet old
man hes more genooine damon plated pride
locked up in the bottom of his hearth any
three kings in Gods universe"
"Calls himself the Marquis Of Nithsdale,
or something of that kind, don't he!"
"Says he fought at Navarino."
"Belongs to the engine company-heart
and soul wrapped up in fire business"
Z" always hard up.''
Never bOrrows a cent? ..-a .s
Sand Ive heard that he has performed
many kind acts for people as poor or poorer
than himself, ".was Miss HunniwelPs com
ment. rt-4 ..s
Yer mighty right. Miss: He was good
Samaritan, an no mistake, an there's
more'n one in this yer town thet'll hev cause
| to remember OF Tom, now We hear my gentle
racket" said Slater.
81 wonder if he has had his dinner" re-
marked Mrs. Raveley.
"I'll bet n chaw o. terbacker he hain't had
toothful to-day, replied Slater.
"Then pll see that he has rs nice q meal
| as anybody in Sonora" was the generous
decision of the hostess.
VORTEX remarked Sewell. "Perhaps 1t
would be a good plan to erect a monument
to him, and inscribe his virtues on it in
| raised letters"
"Perhaps you may be called upon to con-
tribute to that laudable object, my dear
sir" It was the Rev. Mr.. Velret who spoke.
He had entered unperceived I'm time to catch
the drift of the conversation, and hear
Sewell's heartless remark.
"Why, Mr.. Velret, how do YOU do?" eX-
claimed Mrs. Raveley. "Won't You take a
seat and join us? We're not half through
yet"
Ono, thank you, - answered the clergy
man. {" 1 simply dropped in to see how you
remark that announced my presence had II
not been for what Mr.. Sewell said in relation
to one who is at present in more need of
tribute to his memory than a repast."
"Why. what do you meanT' exclaimed
Mrs. Raveley.
'sPoor Old Tom Stoddart has gone to his
long home. Mrs. Rayeley."
s.Deadr.
"Dead." -l 80
It YVES the most impressive funeral ever
seen in the county. He was buried under
the auspices of Cataract Engine Company
No. 1, and the long lines of red -shirted fire.
men, the draped and garlanded engines and
hose carriages, headed by the local brass
band moaning death -dirges, the long roll OF
the muffled drums and the nodding plumes
of the sable hearse, all contributed to render
the spectacle one never to be forgotten by
those who witnessed it. As the cortege
passed down the street the merchants closed
their doors, and even the children left their
play, and followed the slowly-moving pro-
cession to the pine -embowered cemetery on
the hill beyond the town. Here the last sad
rites were performed, and as the soulful
sv,o Of 81