Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-08-17
''sHave it your own way, Abigail

"And she took home The Death oil
Jonhthan,' and I took the ohist oi
draws. And Abel he fixed it up dread
full nice with little sandpaper and
varnish, and it was handy to keep old
letters and samples of patchwork and
paper patterns in. But when that fine
young lady from the city, as is boarding
at Doctor Holloway's, offered me twen-
ty-five dollars for it, itseemed wicked
sin to refuse so much money, so L sold
it. And Johns wife, she couldn't
hardly believe her ears when she heard
tell of it. And she says, says she:
"'Sophiar, don't you suppose you
could sell The Death of Jonathan for
the same money!
"And knew just how she felt, and
I wasn't bit sorry for her, for she al
ways was graspin' thing. But after it
had gone away in Doctor Holloway's
wagon began to miss it, and fairly
set down and cried. And Abel, he
says: ~
"Cheer up, mother says he. I'll
make you another one just like it =
"And so he did. And there it is,"
added Mrs. Bubble, with honest pride,
sand you'd never know but it was the
same old chist O. draws. He's darkened
it down, and lied it up, and turned
out claw legs, and beat out set of old
brasses to cover the keyholes, until you
never would know the difference. And
I'm just as we'll satisfied as I was be-
FORE"
So Mrs. Bubble put on her things
and went to the sewing society when
Mrs. Larkins and Miss Wynward were
gone, so that there was no one in the
big, airy kitchen, when Professor Ell
dred and his two daughters-maiden
ladies of an unchronicled age-alight-
ed from their open box-wagon and
stopped in for drink OF water.
There was the well, under the
bowery apple blossoms at the back
and there was the gourd-shell lying in
the grass beside the sweep; and the
cleanly-scrubbed kitchen floor, with its
rag rugs at the doors and the ancient
clock ticking away in its corner and
the old chest of drawers between the
two windows.
"Pa," cried Miss Etheldreda Ell
dred, putting up her eyeglasses, "what
a lovely piece of workmanship"
"Quite medievalI" sighed Miss Err
mengarde. "We must have this old
Revolutionary relic in our drawing
room, pap
The professor stared around him.
"There's nobody to ask the price of,
my iear," said he.
"Thats just like pa !" said Ethel
dreda. "Don't you hear somebody
hammering somewhere? There's car
penter-shop just down the lane. Go
and inquire-dop
Abel Jones was working diligently
away at stepladder, when the pro-
fessor's bald head was thrust into his
shop.
"EhF' said Abel, looking very
handsome in his shirtsleeves and 4
scarlet necktie.
81 wish you a good.morning, sir |"
said the professor, politely.
"Same to you. sir I" said Abel.
"I wish," said the professor, "to in
quire the price of that beautiful old
brass mounted chest OF drawers in
the kitchen of the house yonder. My
"No price at all, sir" said Abel.
81 1t amt for SALE"
"Ifa liberal remuneration, sir, would
be any inducement to you"
mot for SALE" good-humoredly re-
peated Abel. Nothing would induce
my mother-in-law to part with it"
"An old family relic, eh ?" remarked
the professor.
Exactly" said Abel.
And he went on hammering, and
whistling the tune of "Robin Adair,"
while the professor made his way back
through the prickly hedge of goose
berry-bushes and black currants.
Half an hour after ward Mary, the
pretty first cause of all Abel Jones
romantic adventures, ran into the shop.
They had been married for over three
months now, but Abers smile of well
come was no less bright than it had
been in the days of the honeymoon.
Bless me, Pollyl" said he. "what
is the matter? You look half scared to
death |"
"And no wonder" said Mary.
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