The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-09-15


THE CHEST OF DRAWERS
:. Married ~ said Mrs Bubble -.smar
riedl And without neither wedding -calx
norr<aw bonnet, nor so much as neigh
boz He'd in to witness the ceremony
=. MI -. a bel. -fopeSs. j. as poor As poF
crty Itself MARY, i never could have
believed it of you,''
Pretty Mary Bubbles eyes sparkled
half with exultation, half with vague fear
1t was out in Squire Larkin'l
garden. MOTHER said she :. Squire
Larkins was there, and Miss Jennie
Wynward and Mr.. Hall Abel wa:
Singing the ice-house roof, and he saiC
IL must now or never. because he couldn't
endure the suspense. And the Squire
is Justice of the Peace. and I've got Q
certificate. alllegal and right-see, moth.
er! And as for being poor, why, Abe
has his trade, and no one can deny that
he is an industrious temperate young
man; and please. mother,n fiinging bott
arms around the old lady's neck, :. il
you'll forgive me for -disobeying you
this once / never, pcrer will do it AGAIN.
So Mrs. Bubble although, to use her
own words, she never could get over the
modification of having daughter mar.
forgave bright-eved Mary, and consent
ed that Abel Jones should set up his
shop at the foot of the farm lane, to com
mence the conflict of life.
:. Though L n. quite. sure said Mrs.
Bubble, that lie never will earn his liy-
ing; and did hope, Mary, you would
have married some one who could al
least have cleared the mortgage off the
old place.
But Abel and Mary We're happy.
Where Youth and Love are sitting in
life's sunshine. old Croesus is one too
many. Let him go his way; who cares
for him?
I'VE shall get along" said Abel.
=. OF course we. shall get alongr said
Mary fGk& ~ EESstt Il
And thus matters stood. when Mrs.
Squire Larkins, with ayoung friend In
flounced white muslin stopped at the
Bubble farmhouse TO drink glass OF
milk and eat some, of Mrs. Bubble s
cherry short-cake.
Il hope the bride is well,'' said Mrs.
Larkins. laughing.
.'Tol able, thank you." said Mrs. Bub-
bic. s'She's gone up to Deacon -Fara-
days to get their recipe for maxim soft
soap. Abers wen, too, thankee. He's
in the shop, now, at work. His hammer
is sort o. company for me, when i set
here alone, Il don't deny. As hess. de-
cent Young man enough, il he WASH |
as poor as Jobs turkey! And with
Mary's face. and her term at boarding
school, she'd ought to done better.
What beautiful old chest of draw.
ersr' cried Miss Wynward. ecstatically,
What lovely brass ornaments! And
what picturesquescla legs,n rs
20, yes,n said Mrs. Larkins. ut j.
over hundred years old Everybody
has heard of Mrs. Bubbles antiqueches
of drawers?''
80, ma a'am, it amt the same,'' sale
Mrs. Bubble. at amt the old one a
all. sold the old one a month ago.
''Sold itPn echoed Mrs. Squire Lar
kins. s&&
II didn't want to sell it," said Mrs
Bubble, looking imploringly over the
edge of her spectacle glasses. at wa.
given to me, you know, ma am, wher
my fathers estate was settled up, anC
the old furnitoor was divided. My brothei
Johns wife, she wanted The Death o
Jonathan. in a gilt frame, with cord ane
tassels; so she says, says she:
'Sophiar, you can take the old CHS
o draw s. asNw sE FS
"And knew was bein' cheated then
but. la what's the use of trouble among
ones relations? SO says i:
Have it your own way, Abigail
Ann
.'And she took home The Death o.
Jonathan and took the chist o. draws
And Abel he fixed it up dreadful nice
with little sand-paper and varnish, anc
it was handy to keep old letters, anc
samples of patchwork, and paper pat
terms in. But when that fine young lady
from the city, as is boarding at Doctor
Holloway's, offered me twenty-five dol
lars for il, it seemed a wicked sin to re
fuse SO much money; sol sold it. AnG
Johns wife, she couldn't hardly believe
her ears when she heard tell of it. land
she says. says she: %
'''Sophiar, don't you pose you could
sell The Death of Jonathan for the same
money!
'.And knew just how she felt, and ]
wasn't { a bit sorry for her; for she always
was a graspin' thing. But after it had
gone away in Doctor Holloway's wagon,
/ began to miss It, and fairly sat down
and cried And Abel. he says:
'..Cheer up. mother says he. IN
make you anothe5epe. Just Ike itF ).
added Mrs. Bubble, with honest pride,
''and you'd never know but it was the
same, old .chist o. draws He'sdarks
ened it.doyvn and lied it np, and turned
out claw legs and beat out set of old
brasses to cover the keyholes, until you
neverwould -know the difference. And
I'm lnf as well satisfied as IHas be-
fore. = ~ = = -f.<f<& -
So Mrs. Bubble mt ON her things and