The Dillon tribune., 1882-04-15
Intensely Utter.

sau man, who had grown comfortable ,a,,
off in small grocery line, was sent aw,.
to female college, and few weeks ,us
arrived home for the holiday vac,,;es
The old man was in attendance at the H..
pot in Albany when the train arrived. w;,h
the old horse in the delivery wagon to con.
vey his daughter and her trunk ho,,.
When the train had stopped in the Un;,n
depot bewitching array of dry goods and
a wide-brimmed hat dashed from the 20.
and flung itself into the elderly part,,s
arms.
"Why, you superlative pa!' she ~.
claimed, "1'm SO utterly glad to see vou,n
The old man was somewhat unneryed
by the greeting but he recognized the seal.
skin cloak in his grip as the identical piece
of property he had paid for with the bav
mare and he sort Of squat it up in his arms
and planted kiss where it would do th,.
most good, report that sounded above the
noise at the depot In brief space Of
time the trunk and its attendant baggage
were loaded into the wagon, which was
soon humping over the bubbles toward
home.
"Pa, DEAR" said the young ,niss, survey.
ing the team with a critical eye, "do YOU
consider this quite excessively beyond:"
| "Hey?" returned the old man, with
puzzled air; "quike excessively beyond
what: Beyond Greenbush? consider it
somewhat about two miles be, ond Green.
bush, continuing from the Bath way, if
that's what you mean."
ooh, no, pa, you don't understand me-"
the daughter exclaimed. II mean thi,
horse and wagon. DO you think they are
soulful?-do you think they could be stud
led apart in the light of symphony Or
even single poem, and appear as intense.
ly utter to one on returning home as one
could express!"
The old man twisted uneasily in his seat
and n,uttered something about he believed
it used to be an express wagon be bought it
to deliver pork in, but the conversation ap.
peared to be travelling in such lonesome
direction that he fetched the horse a re-.
sounding crack on the rotunda, and the Sc
we're jolting over the frozen ground pre-.
vented further remarks.
"Oh, there is that lovely and consum-
mate ra!" screamed the returned colegi.
ate as they drove up to the door, and pres.
emily she was lost in the embrace Of a
motherly woman in spectacles.
"Well, Maria," said the old man at the
supper table, as he nipped piece Of butter
off the lump with his own knife, IAN how
d. you like your SCHOOL,"
"Well, there, pa, now you're shou-I
mean, consider it too beyond" replied the
daughter. ut is unquenchably netfable.
The girls are SO sumptuously stunning
l mean grand-so exquisite-so intense;
and then the parties, the balls, the rides
oh, the past weeks have been one sublime
HARMONY"
II s'pose SOL s'pose so' nervouslv as.
scented the old man as he reached for his
third cup-half-"but how about your
books, readin', writin', grammar, rule o
three-how about them?"
"Pa, DON'T" exclaimed the daughter re.
proachtully; 1.-THE rule OF three! grammar!
1t Is French and music, and painting, and
the divine art that has made my school lite
the bOss--l mean that has rendered it one
unbroken flow of rhythmic bli>s-incom.
parably and exquisitiely all but
The grocery man and wife looked help.
lessly at each other across the table. AZ
ter lonesome pause the old lady said:
allow do like the biscuits, Maria:"
"They are to utter for ANYTHING" gushed
the accomplished young lady, "and this
plum preserve is simply poem OF ITSELF
The ole man abruptly rose from the ia
Bile and went out Of the room rubbing his
head in dazed and benunbed manner,
and the mass convention was dissolved.
That night he and his wife sat alone BY the
stove unit. 4 late hour, and ut tire breakfast
table the next morning he raped smarti,y
on the plate with the handle of his knife
and remarked:
"Nfaria, me an your mother have been
talkin' the thing over, an we've come to
the conclusion that this boarding.sc school
business is too much nonsense.
ME an her consider that we havn't lived
sixty odd consummate years for the pr.
pose Of raisin' a curiosity, an there's goin'
to be stop put to this unquenchab!e fool
ishness.
"Now, after you've finished eatin' that
poem Of fried sausage an that symphony
Of twisted doughnuts, you take and dust up
stairs in less'n two seconds, an peel Oft
fancy gown an put on calker, an then
come down here an help your mother
wash dishes.
II want i, to be distinctly understood that
there amt going to be no more rhythmic
toolishness in this house SD long your
superlative pa an your lovely an consum'
mate mas runnin' the ranch. You hear
me, Niaria!'