Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-04-15

 But good Mrs. Beers said in her gen. tie way before Miss Nancy could speak, Like enough she writ to ye, aD some how the letter went astray I've know'd 1t so to be" "Talkl talk" shrieked Miss Nancy. "She hain't I know she hain't she knowed I wouldn't never go to no Phelps weddin' she done it a. a-purpose, the minx p
 "Oh, guess not, purred Mrs. Beers. Janey's a good girl; she's real feelin'. know Miss Mash has set by her like an own darter since she's hired out there"
 any wayl" broke in the exasperated aunt. "She could ha' lived here, till the day after never, if she'd hev give. that feller the mitten, and he'd what I've got to leave when I'm dead and gone.
 ''And you're good for 95, Nancy!" laughed provoking Mrs. Bunnell. Didn't happen to come to ye, s'pose, that she'd maybe ruther live long O Sam Phelps, i'll house of her own, than be 8 hangin' on to your skirts, so to speak, till she was an old maid herself? We'll, what's done's done. I'm sorry to see ye so riled about it, but must be goin'; sot sponge this mornin', and l 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 ain't no butter about her " growled Miss Nancy. "Sophi' Bun nell's prickly as thistle, an alters was"
 "Well, folks is made different" said Mrs. Beers, gently. We ain't all jest alike, and it's quite mercy we ain't: all sugar or all suit would be as good as tasteless, I guess. Mis- Bunnell's real good to the sick, I've always heerd tell, and she's smart as a whip, besides"
 Yes, n a whip with a stinger, too, was the curt answer.
 "Well, now" went on Mrs. Beers, "I feel real hurt forye, Miss Nancy. about Janey, but I'm certain sure she never meant nothin' less than not to have ye to her weddm' why, I know her real well she's as sweet as cream, nat urally. Depend ont, twas all mis- take"
 "You no need to butter me up, Phi landy Beers! guess know when I'm throwed over wells the next one. Jane hes gone an done 'xactly what I said she shouldn't never do, and she knows it. I've got means to live on, an more. I ain't no poor, despicable old maid. I've got money in the bank and good farm, and I'll go in to Hartford to-mor- :er if I'm spared and make my will to a lawyers, and I'll will every cent to fur rin missions. I'll do it, sure's you're born"
 "Oh, now, don't ye do nothin' nasty, Miss Nancy! Let's see about it, now do; the's almost always two sides to things, and ye know the scriptur' recom- mends for us to be slow to wrath it's real easy to talk, but ye can't untalk, ye E know"
 "Nor I don't want to r was the irate answer.
 "Well, must say good day. I've got to see to our folkses dinner some. Sar' Ann can do the most ont, but she ain't very mighty, nd mothers laid up with rheumatiz."
 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 con- ment and keen taunt, she was ready in her rage to believe she would never speak to her niece again but the Widow Beers gentle suggestions fell on her soul like dew, and against her will, or her consciousness, soothed her excited temper and wounded spirit.
 She was by no means ready to forgive Janey; but as she sat alone there and reviewed all the past, thought of the girls bright, loving patience, her thought ful care of her aunt and her likeness tc the dear dead brother, and then-beine 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 nor. tification she endured then, she began to see what Janey had escaped, and what she had found, and to look "also upo1 the things of others
 She would have resented sharply any intimation that "Pnilindy" Beers ha6 modified her with the "butter" of hel kindly, loving nature and speech, but there was no one by to make such inti nation, and when the sun set that night and the lonely old woman watched i from her doorsteps sinking in all the splendor of red and gold behind the hills, she felt that 1t was going dowr upon her wrath-and was reluctantly t but honestly, disturbed by the conscious ness
 8 Meantime, Mrs. Beers, having helped t "Sar'. Ann "a poor old cousin to whom she gave a home-get the dinner ant 6 clear 1t away, and then made her mother l. comfortable for an afternoon nap, tleC 1t on her bonnet and set out for Janey t Phelps house, some two miles from he own in the opposite direction from Mis- d Nancy's; she found JaneY looking hk, }, a wild rose as she sat sewing on the eas a doorstep, enjoying the calm warmth O the late September day everything e about her exquisitely neat, her whit l. apron and pink calico dress setting ou 1T with their clear tints her bright darl |, hair and eyes and colorless but health. complexion, through whose smooth sur face emotion always sent the very blusl g of a rosy dawn. She flushed beautiful, ,. now when she saw Mrs. Beers com smiling down the road, and ran to opel B. the little gate for this first guest of he 1T new home.
 Friendly greetings followed, and a 1 last Mrs. Beers slid into the purpose 0 - her visit. ''You kinder took us all b, l, surprise bout your weddin', Janey. d was beat to hear ont, must say"
 "Well, Mis- Beers, we couldn't affor a to have much of a Weddin'. Sam's folk ss live over to Hartland, most of them, al 1T Mis- Marsh hadn't really room to com T. modate them, and I haven't got anybod to but Aunt Nancy, and she didn't come of she feels hard towards Sam,'' and her B. the bright eyes clouded.
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