The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1883-11-03

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crazy as her spread. You don't see
how she could get around thatP Wa'al,
L nether When my dander is once riz.
then my mouth is more like mill
stream afore it's dammedthan ANYTHING
| can compare it 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
sthe 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 Think
That woman actooally told me that she
never had her lace cuttings, or her bu-
reau fills, or her coiinterpins, 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 hundred-weight! That took the
stitfening out o me, and Jest lifted up
my hands, and een-a' most wept.
cousin GuSty do anythingp 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 wnders are
all stopped up tight. That's the most
l. ever see her do. l had to larf ono
day, though don't suppose l 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
round from morning till night with sill.
yer sarcer in his hand, that she'd lest
seen fly in the droring-room-th
the. room that's got everything in it,
and nothing that's good for anything.
"a ruther have this setting-room, with
! that sofy and them rocking-cheers with
the quilted backs, and a few flies sprin-
kled round, than all the truck that
Gusty's got She can talk about her
'tarjays' and her 'uppernays, and her
'mokay' and her 'turkay carpets; but
give me good ingram that 1 can turn
and beat myself, and / won't ask no
odds of nobody. Oh, yes, what did |
larf about? Wa'al, as l was saving,
Cousin Gusty got wind of fly, and sot
the dafky 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.
You don't know what 1 mean? Wa'al,
you wouln't want to know; but statutes
are mostly, men and women that are cut
off at the waist, and sot round ton o.
things. Who cuts them off? That's
more'n l know; but there they are. as
nat'ral as life. You'd as lief set around
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hate the pesky things. If they only had
the legs and arms on, twouldn't be
quite so wearing. If you don't beat ALI
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 lfavethe
legs, and some have the arms, Jest as
they happen to take notion. You
don't see how anybody could larf in
such place as that? Wa'al, don't
know myself.
81 used to go by them statutes at fust
as if | was shot out of red-hot shovel,
but arter while l never thought on EN-.
Wa'al Cousin Gusty she SEE to the
black boy orally now you'd thought
somebody was dead by the tremblin'
way she spoke); Thomas, I've jest dis
kivered a fly on my Sanko in droring-
room (Sanko or Syko, / don't know
which she said), and you must find it
and kill it at once. Don't let me behold
that fly no. more, Thomas No,
ma am, seq the black boy; and the
mint Cousin Gusty's back was turned,
SEE he to himself: Il hope there won't
be nothing but flies in Saratogy. /
hope they'll have stingers, and l hope
they'll bite her, and hope she'll make
a mistake and eat some on aem; |
didn't wish nothing SO bad as that on
Cousin Gusly, but felt a good deal
nearer to that black boy AFTER 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 leather shop in
the Swamp: but, l yum, you'd never
know he worked in hides. His hands
are as white as q 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 l never could.
You wouldn't know he worked in a
swamp neither, for there was no mud
vi Alo OOpuSs anu tASy pHiuCu Juob ilhO "
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 sakes! you'd never s'pose
he'd seen bug in his life. AS told
Cousin Gusty, l should just as soon
think of kicking agin death and the
rates as to be everlastingly 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 disfiggerin', to say nothing about
the pain I've underwent with EN-.
used more campfire and anguintum
that four weeks than Lever used in my
life. Supper-time, do you say? Wa'al
now, if the time-dOn't just travel in thi:
housed 1t used to seem to me three
weeks 'twixt dinner and supper al
Gusty's. Next time l come over l be
lieve I'll bring my quilt, and see, a,
Cousin Gusty seq, If we can't bring
some order out of cahouse. -Har
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