Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-11-30

The parson, whose long, cadaverouS
countenance frightened into. an. express
sion of peace and good will toward all
men as his eye wandered over this array
of good things, made haste to ask q
drawing up chairs was fairly over. His
wife still tarried in the sitting-room.
however; and it was not until the good
old Cap'n Jake rose from his seat and
went to give her special invitation to
dine that she condescended to appear
at the table. With an expression mingled
with awful dignity and injured inno-
cence she seated herself beside her hus-
band.
"Now, fall right in m help yerselves,"
said the old man, after he had carved
the chickens with a great exercise of
muscle and evident perturbation of spir-
it. 81 shan't show no Partially, eos I
hain't a-goin' to help nobody fust.' =
Mrs. Hutchins tossed her, head and
unfolded her handkerchief with great
asperity. ia ia H.
I Each one followed the Captains sug-
gestion with alacrity; and when did
food ever taste so go, as on this par
ticular occasion? Whether it was our
.sea-appetites that gave it such relish.
OR it was in reality fit for the gods, we
never knew.
"Captain Squirting, l never tasted
such roast chicken in my life!" said
Mrs. Whittier. finishing the last morsel
on her plate with an air of intense salts
faction.
6 That's right said the pleased old
man. "We raised 'em ourselves. They
wuz these air cropple-crowns. Marthy
thinks there hain't nothin' like 'em fur
eatin'. Here, have some more" And
he helped her to generous slice of the
breast. ,...,., f...9 4t.
At this moment a loud and agonized
sob from the other end of the table
greeted our ears, and the parsons wife
pushed back her chair. and rushed be-
hind her handkerchief into the other
room. .rs 0st s,a,f rtas .af r -
.sThere, there, bear up, Marier,
Christians have to put up with things in
this world,'' said her husband rising
from his seat to follow her. "You jest
let my plate be as tits, if you please,
Mrs. Spurlin'. I haven't finished yet;
but she needs a little 'tention. I s'pose
her feelin's are very much hurt.''
"Oh, my!" remarked the Captain,
leaning back in his chair.
The young people Uttered. Mrs.
Spurling's face was a study for a
painter.
"Ef that woman wuz my wife, I'd
emigrate to Australy pretty lively" said
the bridegroom, forgetting his ditfidence
in his anger.
s.'Tain It no use to say anything said
Mrs. Squirting. .'She's spilled the we'd
din, anyhow; ~ everything would "a.
went on so favorable. They say she cuts
up jest so alwez if everything don't jest
suit her m everybody don't bend m
bow before her everywhere she goes.
She spilled beautiful funeral over to
Deer Isle, COS she want called exactly
when she thought she orter be in the
percession; m she never will let him 90
off without her. He hez to wait, eff It's
a dyin' bed he's called to, while she
curls her hair with curlin'- tongs.; I
s'pose I've got as much charity as most
people. but declare I'm all out o. pa
thence with Mis- Hutchins."l 4 A@k7{ 4
"What is the matter with her now?n
inquired the bride, opening her pretty
eyes very wide.
s'Why, didn't you understand? She
thought waited on one of those 'tother
ladies better'n did on her, eos give
her a little piece O. chicken myself
said the Captain. ssLet her kerry on as
high as she wants ter; [ hain't a-goin'
ter hev my company inconvened by her
bigotry." - s'' u -A.s31-
s'Nor I, NEITHER" agreed the bride
groom. 81 hope you strangers won't feel
a mite put out by her tantrums; they
amt worth noticin', nohow. l s'pose
she expects the Cap'n III 60 m polo.
gize to her; but I ruther think she's
an
But it was impossible that we should
not all feel a mite put out by such ex-
traordinary behavior, and all was not
quite as merry as marriage bell during
the remainder of the feast. - gr. 81
The parson soon reappeared at the
table, and piled his knife and fork deity, |
but in deep silence and with severe and
solemn visage. III
"Ain't Mis- Hutchins a-goin' to hev |
nothin' more?' asked Mrs. Squirting,
lnconcernedly, when we were all ready |
TO rise from the table. nc ~
"No, norm; her wounded feelin's
won't admit her partakin' any more |
iood." And upon that he turned to |
George, saying that che felt it to be his |
luty, as the shepherd of the flock in this
to inquire into his religious
belief m standin'.''
George answered his questions re-
'pectfully enough, but the poor parson
ooked more and more bewildered and
suspicious as the conversation went on.
g I hope you won't think as we hajn't
oerfeckly satisfied thet it's all right"
aid the Cap taking George aside. ssAn
we're gretly obleeged to you, sir, all ON
Is, m to the ladies N t'other gentlemen
or lendin' their company. We shan't
lever forgit it,
elf you are not satisfied" replied
George, 81 can send you abundant proof
hat am what I say am
"Sho, now! don't think of it. M eff
'ou don't object, as t'other parson is a.
,oin' to take his wife home, thank for
in! we are goin' ter hev a little dance
n the field here. right back O. the house
Joe Robertson brought his fiddle''
But, however much we should have
liked to DO so, we were unable to remain
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