The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1882-06-29

Tired little head,
Dark ringed with hair,
Soft baby face,
Dimpled and fair;
Starry bright eyes
Heavy with sleep;
Silvcry sweet voice.
Lisping-"Father US keep"
This is our baby
WHY PEGGY MARRIED SILAA.
Her Own Account oft to a symp:-
thizing Friend.
Springfield Republican.
used to be called an old maid, ]
think old Nancy Vincent was Jealous, or
she never would have started out all
over the neighborhood on purpose to tell
folks that was cut for an old maid. But
thanks to my knowledge of human ,,a-
ture, T have at last got good man, and
Nance may storm and whistle till her
mouth is all out of shape. for what
care. l married Silas Harris ono year
ago, aad am going to tell you all abou,
it.
You SEQ old Mrs. Harris got took down
sick, an they had no one to do the
Homework, SIGH as bakin', washin', IRON
in, an sweepin'; so I, .feelin' kinder
tender heartfelt always was a tender
hearted creeter-I went up there an
told Mr.. Harris, which was Mrs Harris
son, that would stay an help 'em, if
they couldn't git anybody that would
suit 'em better.
'Nancy Vincent has been here and
offered her services" said the old lady.
''Then she has been hero, has she?'
was afraid after I had spoken that thew
would notice how mad I was, but thcy
didn't; and I told 'em plainly that all
Nance Vincent was after was q husband
told EN- about her cookin', what mis-
cradle bread she made, what figure
she cut at the 1neetin' house, with "a
her hustle clean up to her Shoulders
and told all about her tryin' to catch
Parson Smiths son, who is only about
twenty, and she 81, and didn't Know
out She might be seventy.
"Well, il she is such creature VIC
don't want Der here" said Mrs. Harris.
You'd better believe that l was glad
to hear her. say SO. Mr.. Harris Las Il
good farm, nice house an barn, and
had no notion of lettin' old Nance come
in ahead of me, though never did care
anything about the men sex, never;
still l didn't intend to have the wool
pulled over my eyes. always knew
her to be a pesky old gossip. don't
tell stories about my neighbors, and I
a ,,,>11
something to CAD about.
''She is all I've told you and more too"
said I, and then Mr.. Harris, who is now
my husband, told me to come and stay
with his mother and he would pay me.
II don't ask no pay" said I. She is
my ncIg hbor, and neighbors should
help each other in case Of Sickness"
We'll, come if you can and will see
that you don't loose anything b. it,"
Of course went right up there; what
else could do? Mrs. Harris made nc
bake some riz' bread the 4ust thing,
then baked some pies, and then, Us
it was near supper time, cooked
some nice slap-jacks. for knew Silas
liked slap-jacks: Then I put a clean
white spread on the table, placed
some Of my riz bread on, together
with some Of my best ounce sauce
that | had brought from home, fixed
the slap,jacks, butter and tea in their
places, then l bowed the horn to call
Silas to supper.
think was with him? Why, nobody
She went right up to Mrs. Harris,
and, taking a paper parcel from under
her old yaller shawl, said: II thought
you'd need some cookin' done, bcin' so
unwell like an not being able to work,
an / took the liberty to bring you
some chicken an cheese" then she
laid her victuals on the table and looked
at SilaS, while her old mummy face
wrinkled up into what she meant to
be a smile, but it looked more like \
dried bacon, 60 years old.
"Thank you very much, but we've
got good cook" said Mrs. Harris.
us she the one?' and Nance pointed
at my face, while her squirting green
eyes fairly snapped sparks.
II came with the intention of helping
our sick neighbor until she was able to
help herself" answered.
You did, did you? don't see what
you are meddlin' around in"
"She is not to blame. told her to
come" suddenly broke in Silas.
"Then s'pose it's all right, if you
told her to come, but there's folks in
tho world that knows more about sick
ness and nursin', can tell you," and
Nance founced toward the door.
Stay and take supper with us, won't
your" asked silas.
II don't know but will. SEEM as how
your mother is 50 unwell."
That's right, Nancy, sit down and be
placed chair for her at the table. I
could see that Nance felt dreadful I'M
easy, though I felt all right, except that
l was kinder mad. Silas praised nv
sauce, and said my slapiacks were the
best he ever ate. And Mrs Harris said
my bread couldn't be beat.
Nance never said word, but she was
the spitefulest lookin' critter I ever did
see. I determined that I wouldn't
touch her old chicken and cheese, and
so she thought she'd pass it round her.
self.
"Try some Of my chicken, Mrs. Har-
ris, you'll like it, I know you will"
Mrs. Harris took asmall slice, but only
just tasted of it.
Have some cheese" and she passed
the plate, but the sick lady only took Il
small piece, gave glance at it and laid
it on tho table, with the remark that she
dare not eat cheese.
You'll take piece, Silas?"
II don't care if do" said he.
She again passed her plate, and Silas
reached out his hand and took up
piece, but just AZ he was going to bite off
a chunk, little shower of white skip
pers ratified off into his tea.
You'd better believe he didn't eat
much of that cheese. He got up, sudden
like, and said his head ached. I didn't
see him again very soon. Mrs. Harris
said she felt sick to her stomach, and
left the room. Nance didn't know what
to make Of it all but she hustled ND and
said I'd been tellln' stories about her,
so that could catch Silas myself.
you lie, you know you do, Nance
Vincent?' I didn't care if I did talk
plain, bein' as how 4ilas and Mrs. Harris
was out of tho room.
:You lie yourself, you old cap-settin'