Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-04-15
BUTTER.

"I ain't one O that kind, now tell vel Elf things to say, say it square out; but Philindy Beers, she keeps a-butterin' and a-butterin' and smoothin' down an strokin' over. Why, there she is p
 Miss Nancy Tryon was tall and gaunt and lean; scant gray hair was brushed back from her angular forehead and twisted into a tight knot behind, se- verely fastened with a yellow horn comb her chin protruded little, her black eyes stared and snapped, and gen. orally expressed themselves in pungent way and her tongue-oh, her tongue it was as untiring, as restless, as noisy, but by no means as useful, as nail ma, chine. She had very little patience and very little charity, but, under her snHPpy way, her rapid judgments, her curt decision, lay thoroughly honest and kind heart, which she was ashamed to show.
 Well, now, Nancy" said her com panion, Mrs. Bunnell, who had stepped in for a neighborly visit. "You know you're kinder arbitrary, you always was, and you do like to speak in meetin' whether there's a congregation or not, you always did t; but I will say fort, your bark's worse'n your bite, T."
 Here Mrs. Beers knocked at the door. "Come in p shouted Miss Nancy, never stirring from her chair fragrant viola ton of Strafford etiquette.
 Good-dsy, good-day Why, Mis- Bunnell, how be you? l haven't seen you for quite spell; and how do you get along. Miss Nancy ?'
 Sos to be crawlin'," snapped the -pinster, glaring straight at the round, placid, smiling little figure of the Widow Beers, who sat down Ill the nearest rock CT, and put pretty little basket on the floor by her side. "Well, you do look real spry; I'm glad to see ye so well. And you're usually well, see, Mis- Bun nel. fetched around few apples off'n my Astrykan tree to Sophrony Jones; she's real miser'ble.
 "Serves her right" broke in Miss Nancy. "What did she go'n' marry a hifless, low-ived feller like 'Lish Jones or? She might ha' known that them that makes brier beds for themselves has 70 lie on thorns."
 "Well, she seems to think consider sble of him; I guess he's pretty good to her s'fur as he knows how to be" 1 'H'm his goodness won't go no fur- :her'n hen-hop." sniffed Miss Nancy.
 "And, seein' I was a-comin' this way, -placidly went on Mrs. Beers, "I thought I'd fetch few on em to you. I rek'lec you set by apples good deal.
 "Tm obleeged to ye," said Mis- Nancy, still curt and decisive, but no quite so fierce.
 "Hadn't you better set 'em into tn buttery, Nancy?" suggested Mrs. Bun nell, looking unconscious of pun, bu Miss Nancy glared at her with hones wrath.
 Mrs. Beers began again in her mil way. "They do say, up to the Centre that Parson Styles is laid up with dreadful spell O quinsy."
 ''I guess he caught cold over to tn Mash weddin'," suggested Mrs. Bun nell. "It did pour down; come owe to-day half to see how you stood il Nancy"
 "Stood what?"
 "Why, gettin' home from Mis- Mash house a-Tuesday evenin'; the weddin ye know"
 "I hain't been to no weddin'; hes Dc siah Mash made goose O herself to he time O life?'
 "Why, no! mercy sakes, mol Why, expected you knowed it; twas Janey- Janey Tryon an Sam Phelps. I s'poset of course, seein' you was her aunt, you fetch around to see her lnarried''
 Miss Nancy was crimson with ragC "Jane Tryon an Sam Phelpsl I gues notl told her year back ef eve heerd of one O them Phelps boys a-shil in up to her she needn't never look me for no settin' out. Sam Phelps ( all created critters, I b'ieve them Phelp es is the meanest."
 You didn't always think so, did ye sarcastically inquired Mrs. Bunnell, WI knew very well what old hurt and wron had set Miss Nancy against the Phell family; how Sam Phelps uncle ha "courted pretty Nancy, and then ru away with Jason Swift's daughter, u richest girl in Strafford, and left NanC to make the best of 1t.
 The tau made poor Nancy speecl . less; /; she looked at Mrs. Bunnell, that peace-breaking woman afterwal expressed it, "jest like the unicorn on 1 needlepaper a-stariu' at the lion.