The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1882-07-06

off the hinges and hung up 4 curtain in
its stead seemed to their unenlightened
minds the height of absurdity.
But it really does look ever so pref
ty," said one genial soul at the sewing
circle, ''only my teeth chattered in my
head all the time l stayed at Miss
Dodd's"
'.Lucindy tells me it's new-fangled
notion they got up to Hingham; she
says it's all around there, as if it was
measels. It's what they call Art Dec
oration,'" explained AIRS. Lutestring.
the milliner.
''Art fddlesticks," snapped Airs. Jer-
~, 1.-The art Of taking cold, reckon
Pameley had the doctor last night and
a mustard plaster! / calkilatc she's dec
GRATED with a blister by this time''
I'm afeared Miss Dodd's getting
dreadful worldly to be so took up with
coffee-hagging and cotton-Hannel when
there's missionary work to be done,n
sighed old Mrs Preacher
miss Dodd's got gentility on the
BRAIN put in the village dressmaker.
''She wants to lead the fashions in Mill
village
II think it's our duty to get up peti-
ton and ask her to hev the door hung
again, seeing's the sewing society's 60
ing to meet their next week; it Wouldn't t
be convenient for all of us to hey the
influenzy together suggested the pres
ident of the society.
Its flying in the face of Providence"
persisted Mrs. Jerry.
But before the week ended Aunt Han
nah dropped in from Nearfield to make
Mrs. Dodd, @ visit, as the weather had
moderated ..f .s
II thought + take advantage of this
warm SPELL she exclaimed. "You see
Pm going over to bingham next week
to hev Lawyer. Browne make my will,
and thought L stop awhile along with
you, Pameley, on my way. You know"
she continued, dropping into a whisper
as though the heirs were all at her ell
bow, IF | don't make it--and it seems
as if was old enough-everything II 90
to his folks! seeing's I'm only your
aunt-in-law, having married your own
uncle Roger Hill for my first husband
and my good-for-nothing cousin Tom
Jackman for my second; if don't make
it, you see, not dollar d belong to you,
Us brought you up till you married
MIR. Dodd! Laws is queer, You know; so
l thought l wouldn't wait no longer, but
take advantage OF the thaw and hev
Lawyer Browne cut his folks off with a
dollar" ..
But the thaw was followed by another
cold wave before Aunt Hannah could
start for bingham.
1T won't last long" Mrs. Dodd con-
soled her, land then Tom'll drive you
over i'll the pung."
''Its proper pleasant here chirruped
the old lady, land | wouldn't grudge
staying all winter, if his folks had only
been cut off. How well Ben's woolen
carpet wears, and the horsehair furni-
ture looks so genteel. When You get
my legacy-ain't there q door open
somewhere, Pameley? I've got cold wa
ter a-running down my back''-i
"Doput on this shawl. Aunt Hannah"
begged Mrs. Dodd; IN stir up the fire
and bring my foot-stove and bottle Of
hot water; the house is old you see, and
full of cracks
"When you get my legacy you can
have new one, Pameley. What have
you got that counterpane hanging up
to the doorway for? To keep out the
air?'
That's a portiere Aunt Hannah"
''Lor', heard up to Nearfield that
you had portiere, and folks wondered
what it was like, and said they hoped it
wasn't nothing catching; I've been
meaning to ask you about it ever since
/ come, but the will and tie cold snap
put it out of my head. So that's a por-
tiere, ehP Can't you afford a door,
Pameley?"
1--WE took it off a-purpose," said Lu-
cinda; doors amt anything beside por-
there's, nowadays.
''I'm afraid it amt wholesome" said
Aunt Hannah, herteeth chattering in her
head, to speak fguratively. II believe
Pm coming down with one of my colds" +"
as though she had monopoly of them.
81 hope it won't be nothing serious till
see Lawyer Browne; his folks would
laugh in their sleeves if they was TO come
in for all the property. guess I'll 60
to bed"
"rll just slip the warming-pan into
your room and put some pennyroyal to
steep. You don't feel feverish, do
you?"
But poor Aunt Hannah never reach
ed bingham, and the will was never
made.
pride goes before fall, Tom Dodd
reflected aloud. ''Yon paid pretty
price for yonr portiere, Pameley; hope
you feel as though you'd got your mon
ey's worth"
It's like locking the stable after the
horse is stole" remarked Lucinda when
the curtain was taken down and the door
replaced ax III. :
/ don't never want to hear the name
again, Lucinda Dodd; don't talk to me
of portieres." said her mother; "they
oughtnlt never to have been invented"