Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1882-04-26

Miss Brewster's Green Silk.

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gether in mysterious whispers as they
leaned over their mutual back. yarG
fence. Said Mrs. Deacon Lewis:
'Seein' is believin', or else | should
say, Just as you do, that it couldn't be
true but just stepped into Miss
Badgers to see what she'd charge to
fix over my black alpaca want in
any hurry for the alpaca, but kind ot
got an idea that there was somethin
in the wind, and | thought mebbe
could find out what it was there-and
there l saw it with my own two eyes,
all over pleatin's and ruffin's that il
seemed a burnin' shame to cut up good
thick silk into, and fixed up in the
back soft | couldn't have the heart to
set down on it. And Miss Badger, for
all she's so e-mouthed, she up and
told me who it belonged to, and says
/, 'Yon don't say so!' and says she,
Yes, | do, and then she pursed her
lips up kind of provokin', as if she
could tell a great deal more if she was
mind to- But I've got wit enough
to put two and two together, if folks
is close-mouthed, and says l right out
for there amt nothin' sly about me
says |, Then Cordilly Brewster is
a-goin' to get married And Miss
Badger she never denied it.
We'll, it does beat ALL said Mrs.
Davis. This has been singular year,
what with the comet and the terrible
Happenings all round, and now Cordilly
Brewster settin' up to have a green
silk dress, when she hasn't worn any
thing but bombazine and alpaca and
her one old black silk for nigh upon
twenty years It's enough to upset
anybody's ideas altogether, and make
'em think the worlds comm to an
end Though | can't say that such
extravaganza looks much like the mil
lenium'
Mrs. Deacon Lewis shook her head
in solemn censure
"A good black silk would have been
much more suitable and becomin' to q
woman most forty years old, to say
nothin' of the wear and the maxim
over, and for a minister's wife
You don't say that she is goin' to
marry the minister = exclaimed Mrs
Davis.
'Why, l suppose so, of course. Who
can it be, if it isn't the minister ?''
Il never saw any sign of their keep
ing company Parson Greedy is too
speritual to marry a Woman that
crimps her front hair with hot slate
pencils ; and she never put more than
three eggs into those custards that she
carried to the donation party. | should
think more likely twas somebody that
she picked up when she was down to
Haverhill visitin,, or John Parmenter
that used to company with her when
they was young, and has kind O. been
doin' it, off and on, ever since
'Oh, she wouldn't have John Par
menter, even if he had spunk enough
to ask her, which he hain't. He's a
good fellow, John is, but he'll never
set the world afre, and he's been run
MIN down hill terribly lately has had
TO mortgage his farm, they do say
'Cordilly's money would come in
Just right, then; but, as you say,
don't suppose she would have him.
It's likely that's what's made John
turn out so poorly, her not havin' him.
But | can't really believe it's the
minister There's Sammy let's ask
him.
Sammy Greeley, the minister's
youngest hopeful, who was engaged
in shining up neighboring tele-
graph pole with the ambitious design
of attaching his kite to the wire, de-
scended somewhat reluctantly to the
earth, and obeyed Mrs. Davis beckon-
ing finger. Sammy was freckled-
faced urchin, with a turned up nose,
the expression of which was contra
dicted by a pair of preternaturally
solemn and innocent looking blue eyes.
In spite of his eyes, Sammy was gener-
ally regarded as limb, and he and
his three brothers, Moses, Hosea and
Joseph, caused he old proverb con-
cerning ministers sons to be often re-
peated with solemn head-shakings by
the towns-people.
Sammy, is your father goin' to be
married p asked Mrs. Davis, with her
hand affectionately placed on Sammy's
shoulder.
The old gent? He couldn't remem-
Der to. Nobody would have him,
either. He's as bald as a door-knob,
and be asks blessin' anywhere along
between the meat and puddin'. And
Joe and me would fix her, anyhow
Wouldn't you like to have him
marry a nice, kind lady like Miss Cor
dilly Brewster? She would teach you
how to behave
Know how good enough now, and
I'd wiring her old parrots neck! L
don't believe it, anyhow, but Pm goin'
to find OUT
And off went Sammy, regardless of
his kite, and burst, breathlcss, into his
fathers study.
You amt goin' to marry Miss
Brewster and her old green parrot that
swears, and have her always claarin'
up and dustin and losin' your papers,
are yerY demanded Sammy
The minister turned from his SER
mon7writing, and regarded Sammy
with wild amaZement. Gradually his
expression changed to one of perplexi-
lty. He removed his spectacles from
his eyes to the top of his head, and
then he tapped his forehead with the
tips of his fingers, as if to summon
forth some straying recollection.
That must be the very thing that /
was trying to remember! Wait p mo-
ment | must have set it down some
where
And Parson Greedy drew from one
of the pigeon-holes of his desk some
loose sheets Of foolscap paper which
had evidently been used as diary.
Several pages were devoted to memo.
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