The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1882-05-03

no ueny1n IL. And Se1ny wilson, that
was merried in green, was laid out a
corpse in it before the end Of the year;
and Mertildy Lyman, that was merried
in white muslin sprigged with green,
and green bunnit strings, she had a
drunken husband that fell off the hay
NOV and dislocated his spinal column,
and everybody knew her twins want
bright; and"
/" But 1 am not goingto be married in
it, you know, Tryphosa," said Miss Cor
della, turning a merry face up to Miss
Tryphosa's doleful one. "Perhaps it is
only uulucky as wedding dress. As
for being forsaken, there doesn't seem
to be anybody left to forsake me but
you, and 1 am not afraid that all the
green dresses in the world could make
you do that"
"There amt no luck about green
nohow," said Tryphosa. eff twas lay
lock, now, or handsome brown"
"I suppose l really ought to have
had black" said Miss Cordelia, medita-
lively; " but some way the spring com
ing on, with everything so fresh and
bright, made me feel as 1 used to long
ago, and I've made believe to myself
1 wouldn't own it to anybody but you,
Eryphosa-but I've made believe I was
girl again. And that's why had this
green silk"
"And that's why you've been putting
posies in your hair. Well, it beats all
what difference there is in folks. Now
spring puts me in mind of house.
cleanin' and soap-bilin' and bitters-
Land sakes if there amt Parson Gree
ley a-comin' up the walk, and nothin'
but the old cropple crown for dinner,
and all skin and bones at that, and he
a-comin' in the yard this blessed min
ute ~
Miss Cordelia whisked the green silk
out of sight, and smoothed her crimps
demurely down, as she hastened to
greet her visitor.
1t happened that Miss Polly Watkins,
who went about the village peddIing q
concoction known as Watkins Unap-
proachable Lniment, was so fortunate
as to be passing just as the minister
opened Miss Oordelia's front yard gate.
"Therel knew we'll that there
WANT never so much smoke without
some fire. Miss Badger needn't think
she could make me believe that green
silk gown with train didn't mean
something. So it's the minister. Well,
ters. There is them in Westfield that
would make him good sensible wife "
Miss Polly was so unhappy as to go
on for nearly quarter of mile before
she met anybody to whom she could
tell her news, and then it was only DIR
Ramsay, jogging along behind his old
white horse, and between him and Miss
Polly "there want" as she expressed
it, ono great likin', no more'n there was
apt to be between two of trade" Bui
still news was news, and Miss Polly
could not resist the temptation of an
opportunity to share it.
"Well, things do turn out queer r
said the doctor to himself, me6itatively
Ticking a fly off his old white horse as
he logged along again. 81 wouldn't
have thought she would have had any
body, let alone the old parson. If 1 had
thought Why, I'm ten years young
er'n he is and sight better calculated
to please the fair sex. And that's q
snug bit of property of Miss Cordilly's,
and she's wholesome looking, good
tempered woman, to say nothing of be-
ing handsome, which don't signify. l
believe 1 can cut out the parson if
try. I always said l would die bach
elor, but it's wise man that changes
his mind"
And the doctor actually whipped his
horse ut of his accustomed jog into
lively trot, and everybody ran to the
window, for the doctor in hurry was
sight that the oldest inhabitant had
never seen.
In the meantime Miss Polly had met
Abner Phillips, one of the "black folks"
who lived three miles from the village.
But Abner could not have been more
interested in Miss Polly's news if he
had lived next door to the possessor of
the green silk.
His homeward way led him past John
Parmcnter's house, and John was hoe
ing in his garden.
"Wa'al, now, Parson Greeley is goin'
to do pretty good thing for himself.
ain't be p drawled Abner, after the
usual comments and inquiries concern.
ing crops had been exchanged. she
knows which side his bread is buttered
on. Parsons ginerally doos."
"What is he going to do ?" inquired
John Parmenter.
"You don't mean to say you hain't
heard Wa'al, 1 declare, you don't
know what's goin' on so we'll as black
folks doos He's a.goin' to marry Miss
Cordilly Brewster. He's turrible tejus,
the old parson is, and she'll have to
step around lively to fetch up them
boys. But women-folks always docs set
by a minister"
After Abner had gone John Par
menter dropped his hoe and stood
wiping his forehead with his handker.
chief with bewildered look.
I" I don't know why L shouldn't have
expected she'd marry, bat somehow l
didn't. never thought of such thing.
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