New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1882-07-05

says it's all around there, as if it was
measels. It's what they call Art Dec
Grafton, = explained Mrs. Lutestring,
ne R E39l alSdiesticks.r snapped Mrs. ,er.
y, 1.-THE art Of taking cold, I reckon
Pameley had the doctor last night and
mustard plaster! I calkilate she's dec
GRATED with . blister by this time
.''pm afeared Miss Dodd's getting
dreadful worldly to be SO took up with
coffee bagging and cotton-Aannel when
there's missionary work to be DONE"
sighed old Mrs. Preacher.
.:Miss Dodd's got gentility on the
BRAIN put in the village dressmaker.
''She wants to lead the fashions in Mill
village -
II think it's our duty to get up petit
ton and ask her to hev the door hung,
again, seeing's the sewing society's go
ing to meet their next week; it wouldn't
be convenient for all of us to hev the
influenzy together suggested the pres
ident of the society.
"lt's flying in the face Of Providence
persisted Mrs. Jerry.
But before the week ended Aunt Han
nah dropped in from heartfelt to make
Mrs. D6dd, q visit, as the weather had
moderated. -.
Il thought I'd take advantage Of this
warm SPELL" she exclaimed. ''You see
I'm going over to bingham next week
to hev Lawyer Browne make my will,
and thought I'd stop awhile along with
you, Pameley, on my way. You know
she continued, dropping into a whisper
as though the heirs were all at her ell
bow, If don't make it-and it seems
as if was old enough-everything' Il 20
to his folks! seein I'm only your
aunt-in-law. having married your own
uncle Roger Hill for my first husband
and my good for-nothing cousin Tom
Jackman for my second; If Idon't make
it, you see, not dollar d belong to you,
as brought you up till you married
Mr.. Dodd! Laws is queer, you know; so
thought wouldn't wait no longer, but
take advantage of the thaw and hev
Lawyer Browne cut his folks off with q
dollar"
But the thaw was followed by another
cold wave before Aunt Hannah could
start for bingham.
lit won't last long," Mrs. Dodd con-
s0led her, land then TOm'll drive you
over in the pung.'
otis proper pleasant here" chirruped
the old lady, land [ wouldn't grudee
staying all winter, if his folks had only
been cut of. How we'll Ben's wooden
carpet wears, and the horsehair furni-
ture looks so genteel. When you get
my legacy-ain't there a door open
somewhere, Pameley? I've got cold wa
ter a-running down my back
"Doput on this shawl, Aunt Hannah -
begged Mrs. Dodd; Jpn stir up the fire
and bring my foot-stove and a bottle of
hot water; the house is old you see, and
full of cracks"
"When you get my legacy you can
have a new one, Pameley. What have
you got that Counterpart hanging up
to the doorway for? To keep out the
airg'
''That's a portiere Aunt Hannah
''Lor', l heard up to heartfelt that
you had p0rtiere, and folks wondered
what it was like, and said they hoped it
wasn't nothing catching; I've been
meaning to ask you about it ever since
I come, but the will and the cold snap
put it out of my head. So that's 4 por-
there, eh? Can't you afford a door,
Pameley?'
1--WE took it off a-purpose,' said Luz
cinda; ''doors amt anything beside por-
there's, nowadays"
''l'm afraid it ain'twholesome," said
Aunt Hannah, her teeth chattering in her
head, to speak fguratively. II believe
I'm coming down with one of my colds, :"
as though she had a monopoly of them.
Il hope it won't be nothing serious till
see Lawyer Browne; his folks would
laugh in their sleeves if they was to come
in for all the property. guess I'll 60
to bed.''
''rn just slip the warming-pan into
your room and put some pennyroyal to
steep. You don't feel fe1erish, do
youf''
But poor Aunt Hannah never reach
ed bingham, and the will was never
made.
pride goes before a fall" Tom Dodd
reflected aloud. '.Yon paid a pretty
price for. yonr portiere, Pameley; hope
you feel as though you'd got your mon
ey's worth
It's like locking the stable after the
horse is STOLE remarked Lucinda when
the curtain was taken down and the door
replaced.
I don't never want to hear the name
again, Lucinda Dodd; don't talk to me
of portieres,'' said her mother; ''they
oughtn't never to have been invented"