The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1883-09-27

how she could get around thatp Wa'al,
nuther. When my dander is once riz,
then my mouth is more like q mill
stream afore it's damned than anything
| can compare il to. There amt never
no lack of oratorical powers when I'm
once swelled UP with my subject What
did Gusty say? Oh, She spoke about
the delikit paper on the wall. aud about
the frisco overhead whether she meant
San-frisco or not / don't know-and
poked the sewing-room and seamstress
under my nose agin, and that's all that
amounted to. And what do you thnkp
That woman actooally told me that she
never had her lace cuttings, or her bu-
reau fills, or her counterpins, or her
shammies, done up to hum. With all
that water pouring into the house, and
all the hired help stannin' round, and
soap by the box, and clear-starch by
the hunlred-weight! That took the
stiffening out o me, and Jest lifted up
my hands, and een-a' most went.
cousin Gusty do anything? Wa'al
shouldn't call it doing anything; she
plays on the pianner, and has company,
and goes a-visiting, and tries on her
dresses, and sees that the winders are
all stopped up tight. That's the most
| ever see her do. ! had to larf one
day, though don't suppose orter, but
we are all weak in The sperret some
times, specially when we've had our
noses on the grin stun spell. Wa'al,
| was a-coming along through the en-
tryway on the second story, and heard
/ Cousin Gusty say TO the black boy who
opens the door for folks an perades
Tnt1nd
yer sarcer in his hand, that she d Jest
seen fly in the droring-room- that S
4 the room that's got everything in it,
and nothing that's good for anything.
/ I'd ruther have this setting-room, with
that sofy and them rocking-cheers with
the quilted backs, and a few flies sprin-
1 kled round, than all the truck that
/ Gusty's got. She can talk about her
'tarlays and her 'uppernays,' and her
| mckay and her 'turkay' carpets; but
| give me a good ingram that can turn
\ and beat myself, and | won't ask no
\ odds of nobody. Oh, yes, what did
! larf about? Wa'al, as l was saying,
Cousin Gusty got wind of n fly, and sot
/ the darky onto him. didn't tell you,
but Gusty was fixing for Saratogy all
the time | was there, and there hadn t
been time yet to swathe up the statutes.
4 You don't know what meanp Wa'al,
you wouln't want to know; but statutes
are mostly men and women thatare cut
oil at the waist, and sot round top o.
things. Who cuts them oft? That's
more'n know; but there they are, as
nat'ral as life. You'd as lief set around
in a eemeteryp Wa'al, sod l. / do
hate the pesky things, If they only had
their legs and arms on, 'twouldn't be
quite SO wearing. If you don beat all!
how should know where their legs
and arms beP / have an idee that there
are some droring-rooms that have the
heads and shoulders, and some have the
legs, and some have the arms, jest as
they happen to take a notion. You
don't see how anybody could larf in
such place as thatP Wa'al, | don't
know myself.
"I used to go by them statutes at fust
rs if | was shot out of red-hot shovel,
but arter awhile never thought on EN-
4 Wa'al Cousin Gusty she sez to the
black boy ,(raly now you'd thought
somebody was dead by the tremblini
way she spoke): Thomas, I've Jest dis
kivered fly ON my Sanko in droring-
room (Sanko or Syko, don't know
which she saidD, 'and you must find it
and kill it at once. Don't let me behold
that fly no more, Thomas. No,
ma am, sez the black boy; and the
mint Cousin Gusty's back was turned,
sez he to himself: i hope there won't
be nothing but flies in Saratogy. /
hope they'll have stingers. and hope
they'll bite her, and hope she'll make
mistake and eat some on 'em; l
didn't wish nothing so bad as that on
Cousin Gusty,- but felt a good deal
nearer to that black boy arter that.
There was just the same feelin' in his
colored heart as there was in my white
one, only he went further than me, and
that was nat'ral, not having my eddica-
ton. Yes, Gusty's husband is rich, and
no mistake. He has a leather shop in
the Swamp; but, | yum, you'd never
know he worked in hides. His hands
are as white as a baby's; and I've
shifted and shifted to see if could nose
out the smell o. leather ON his clothes
when he come in, but | never could.
You wouldn't know he worked in a
swamp neither, for there was no mud
on his boots, and they shined just like a
glass bottle. Yes, he's just as down on
flies as Gusty is. Anybody'd think he'd
\ get used to all kinds Of critters, work
ing in the marsh as he does day arter
day but, lor salScs! you'd never s'pose
he'd seen bug in his life. As told
Cousin Gusty, / should just as soon
think OF kicking agin death and the
rates as to be eyerlastingly murderin'
and shootin' flies. And the bruises that
I've got all over my frame. fallin' agin
this and that thing as well as t'other, is
Just disfggerin', to say nothing about
4 the pain I've underwent with 'em.
used more campfire and anguintum
that four weeks than ever used in my
| life Supper-time, do yoa sayp Wa'al,
now, if the time don't j'lst travel in this
housed 1t used to seem to me three
weeks 'twixt dinner and supper at
Gusty's. Next time come over l be-
lieree I'll hiring my nnilt. and see as