The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1882-06-07
WHERE SHE WAS.

swell, donO as do ~
And they had been just six weeks
married, these two.
Pretty Sally Masters and Will Gray
we're poor people; he was farmer, and
she had worked in factory in Lynn.
Il WAS like q new life to her 10 get
ont into the sweet country, but she knew
nothing at all about farm work and
cared less; IL was all knew to her, and
ut first was very hard.
Then she had quick temper and
quick tongue, and viii was the only
son OF widow and had always had his
own way.
His mother was dead when he mar
ried Sally, 90 he could not have
brought q wife home to the lonely
farm, for it would not support three
people us yet, though Will worked hard
to make it pay; and the year before he
had received five hundred dollars from
q railroad company for the right to run
their road straight through his front
yard.
This seemed fortune to Will, and
he thought very little of the road being
only o few rods from his door, in COM
parison with the money which enabled
him to buy wood-lot bordering on his
farm and q piece of meadow on the
other side.
But when Sally came there she com.
planned a good deal of the noise the
engines made, ard scolded to think the
wagon never could come mp to the door;
for she was afraid to cross the track in
it, and the barn lay on the other side Of
both road and railway.
However, thing that can't be cured
must be endured, so she set herself to
the endurance.
But butter-making and cooking were
troubles TO her, and to-day Will had
grumbled at the specks in the butter,
and pushed his plate away at breakfast
because the buckwheat cakes were sour
Sally had been afraid they would freeze
in the pantry, SO she set them on the
shelf above the stove, and they were
spoiled.
How she wished that she had had a
home and a mother TO teach hef home
duties, instead of being an orphan ever
since she could remember and working
so many years In q factory.
But Will never thought of that; he
fancied woman knew housework il
she did not know anything else, and he
had to take q long drive to-day and
should miss the good breakfast he really
needed, and he felt very cross.
He pushed his chair back and said:
81 can't eat those things.'
every we'll, you don't need to |"
snapped Sally, who was just ready to
cry, but would not show it fon the
world.
ssI had ought to have some breakfast
70 go thirty miles on, and I'm goin' over
to Mystic to-day"
"I hope n trust you'll get somethin'
you can eat over there. s'pose 'Phrony
knows how to make good things"
at bet she does I" said Will, emphat
ically.
Now 'Phrony was a pretty, bright,
capable girl, Wills own cousin, and he
had never thought of marrying her.
She was just like his sister, for till very
lately Uncle Dan had lived on the next
farm. and the children had always
played together.
But Sally had met Sophronia before
and after her own marriage, and in heI
foolish heart had grown jealous of hel
beauty ana capaclIy 10 90 I'll AinuS "
home work.
This morning the mention OF Mystic
the village where Uncle Dan lived now
was the drop too much.
Sally's face famed and her eyes grew
dark.
"Perhaps you'd better stay to Mystic
when you get there, seein' things ain
20 your likin' here |" she said. with bit
ter emphasis.
"Mabbe had, if you can'tlearn hoV
to cook vittles halfway decent" wa
Wills spiteful response.
"Tm sure / don't carel" she an
sWered.
"Well, dono as do" he replied
and walked across to the barn.
Sally was SO angry that she flew rouns
the kitchen as if she stepped on air