Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-02-15
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VIOLA 80,
Thrice Lost in a Struggle for a Name.
CHAPTER VII.
BY MRS. II. B. EDISON.

CHAPTER VII. 80 r
Tom Arnold had a housekeeper a
father attractive little woman of per-
haps thirty-fve, who rejoiced in the
name of Bugbee. | say rejoiced; per-
haps that is not quite. correct. 1t was
ously reported that Mrs. Bugbee
would not seriously oh: ect to. dropping
that cognomen.if q favorable .opportu-
NIFTY occurred for IAN exchange But.
oelng a widow, people were privileged
to say such .unchartable things OF her
without reb5ike. I think widows are the
most abused and slandered people in
the world. The idea of their ma
neuver, NC or setting traps for a hus-
band-why, it simply preposterous! I
wouldn't believe it If saw it with my
own ewes.
Bugbee, deceased. had shuffied off
this mortal coil something like five years
before. so she might be said to be in the
Lavender and gray stage of her grief,
having triumphantly outlived the Grape
and bombazine period. She was very
blackeyed little woman, with checks as
round and as red as China doll $ and
these cool. gray itints were becoming,
and made her look "as fresh rs rose
set in a bunch of tansy." This simile is
not original with me; it originated in the
brain OF Ned Bradlee, and it first oc-g
Scured to him one spring evening when
he went up to Arnold's after some
turnip seed. And Mrs. Bugbee, in the
absence of the mas er OF the house, got
it for him, pouring it out of the paper
into her plump. rosy palm, and holding
it out for him to look at. talking all the
{ time of what .ssplentlid'' turnips they
were, and what lovely sauce they made
mashed up with potatoes and butter and
pepper.
"Du you love turnip sass, Mis- Bug
bee% Ned asked, venturing a look from
the plump hand to the brighteyes of his
companion.
80 yes. Mr. Bradlee. love it better
than anything in the world!' was the
Now, turnip sauce was Ned's special
delight, but for an instant he felt a little
! twinge of jealous envy toward his old
: favOrite. ss.rs q gn, av!..- = 10 -
~ should think you could raise beau
tiful ones on Your place. / thought of
it when was by there the other day."
she continued, doing up the seed and
laying it in his hand, just brushing her
sleeve across his arm, and touching in
= the lightest possible way her little warm
fingers to his palm, a"
~ Alas, poor Ned, He went home that
night thoroughly bewildered. He for
: got that he had eaten no supper, he
forgot that his feet were wet from walk
ing directly through slough" in
stead of taking the path round tin
deed am not sure but he forgot there
was a slough there at all; he forgot
to shut up his hens (and as conse-
auence lost more than half his young
beetS before he was awake in the morn
"a ig) and to. feed the chestnut colts, but
he did not forget Mrs. Bugbee-ah no!
not even in his dreams, for then he
fancicd she was an immense turnip,
with lavender leaves bound with pink
ribbon, and when he went to .tpull "
her, she put up her lips and kissed him!
He woke up with a little delicious thrill, /
and an abominable cold in his head.
He had forgotten to shut down the win
dow over his bed, and the wind had
come round and was blowing directly
on him.
Med Bradlee, you re consumed old
fool?'' he said, dropping the window
with a bang. .'Ain't you ashamed OF
Yourself, at your time o life-forty five
The thirteenth day of last Jinewary-t
YOU old ninny, your lft
But as he laid back in bed for another |
nap, he somehow hoped he should |
dream that :. turnip'' dream again.
The wonderful improvement which |
had come over Ned personnelie, had |
all dated from that night. There was
a snug little frame house going up now
on that :. quarter section. and though |
the question had not yet been directly |
put, Mrs. Susan Bugbee was as morally |
certain Of come day making .'turnip |
sauce within its pleasant walls as one |
can be of anything in this changeable
world. -,-,,-. ..,z
And now, it having just occurred to |
me, L will go back and look after my !
hero, whom. if mistake not. l left on |
the eve of an Introduction to the Misses
Montford. 4
Ralph felt as he. went, through the
ceremony of introduction, as If he was
in a sort of nightmare. Die, you ever
look at the sun, until, when You looked
away, YOU could see round, prismatic
ball wherever your eyes rested? Just so
It seemed to Ralph Anderson for the
first few minutes after he came into the
room. Look wherever he would. at
the gilt wallpaper. the pictures. the
carved holdings, or even into the Ia
ces of the Misses Montford, pale olive
fY,Sfror1s startled ewes. !