Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-07-20

no more able to make bricks without
straw n the Isr'elites was for Pharo',
nd you didn't fetch me no thread yes
erdayP and then he'd haw, haw, right
out; he was real clever, but land 80
shiftless. That's just case in pint, 80
to speak, ye know; just one time, but
You can tell by little what a great
deal means, and, as Mis- Peck says,
they're all alike"
"Thee doesn't think women folks are
all perfect, does thee, :.PattyP" queried
Aunt Marcia, in her calm voice.
"Well, I dono as they be; I dono as
I said they be, but you can gently tell
where most of 'em I'll fetch up, and
you're kinder fit and prepared for what
they will do. and especially for what
they won't Go. Sometimes they'll dis
app'int all your calculations, but then
you can fall back on Scripter, and sect
they was made to be the weaker sect;
though if faint really lawful to say so,
own I always did have poor opinion
of Adam as ever was; to be tellin'
how twas Eve made him eat the apple,
when he done it the first time askin',
but twas jest like man They keep
dein' of it to this day; it's forever an
always the woman tempted me.'"
"Thee remembers-doesn't thee p
the Scripture says, the woman being
deceived was in the transgression.' 1t
hath always seemed 20 me kindly in
Timothy so to speak of her as to lay
the blame on the enemy
"That amt neither here nor there"
answered the logical and undaunted
Patty. 81 amt trying to make light
of Ewes disobeyin', but I do say Adam
was real mean to get behind her he
was able to say he wouldn't, I guess,
just as we'll as she was, but he didn't
no more'n she did. I was a readin'
somewheres, t'other day, about an old
French feller, Judge or somethin',
Judge of p'lice court expect by the
tell, and Rhensomever they fetched
man before him that had been took up
for misdeed, TO matter what it twas,
he always asked who is she p lettin'
on as though woman was to the bottom
of every wrong-doin'. Clear Adam
And that's what I fault 'em for"
"Well, they be queer" Mrs. Peck
again took up the fruitful theme.
"Sary, what was that you was tellin,
about Thomas an them letters t'other
nightY
'Oh, ma /" said Sarah Beers, depre-
catingly, but with laugh that lit her
pale face and sad eyes; for Sarah was a
typical New England woman; careful
and tro ubled about everything; COW
ard physically, hero mentally; afraid
Of her very shadow but doing the bra
vest things, with her heart sinking and
her joints trembling all the time, be-
cause duty or affection called her to
such service. She married Tom Beers,
bright young fellow, full of fun and
reckless daring and devoted to Sarah,
but entirely ignorant of her daily ankle
ties and terrors; for she was as reticent
as she was timid, if she thought she
could save any one-much more any one
she loved-by such reticence.
"Oh tell on It, Sary; It amt no harm;
we all know Tom sets by ye like his
life. He wouldn't do nothin' to plague
ye, if he knowed it, no more'n he'd cut
his head of; but that letter business
was so exactly like men-folks."
A chorus of voices echoed the re-.
quest; there were only about ten people
at the quiltipg-it was the regular
sewing circle meeting at Oakley-so
Sarah consented.
swell, faint much to tell, but if ma
wants me to. You know Toms horse
is real young and kind of skittish, and
if there's one thing above another I'm
afeard of it's horse"
"Bless your soul and body" put in
her mother, "I never see the thing
yet you want afraid of, Sary, horse or
not"
"Oh, I know it, ma, but am awfully
afraid of skittish horse; Tom, he
don't really sense it, and he says Jenny
amt ugly, she's jest full of play; and
s'pose she is, she's knowing as dog,
and gave her bit of somethin' every
time he fetches her round, and she
knows me real we'll, but she will jump
and lash out and shy sometimes, and it
makes ma just as weak as water, so't I
don't never drive her ef I can help it,"
"You don't mean to say you ever do
drive cretur when you feel that kind
O. way toward it ?" uueried Miss PATTY.