The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-10-03

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terby who Law awake that night planning
squares, and thought about that beautiful TIC,
and Gustaye's reckless generosltylneyer saw
again the treasure OF which her husband ana
her guest had so nthlessly despoiled her,
Immediately after breakfast the next morn
ing tho Two women sat down 10 their WORK
I'm going to let Mary dress the baby anu
pick up the house I'll just let things so, and
devote myself to you" .
yes, and Wen see how many squares OF
your quilt we can finish while I'm here
we must so to the opera matinee this after
noon, you know
Dear me! Ihardly feel as If we could taxi
the time" cried Mime. Pumpernickel, who was
q musician by nature and training, and Sdored
the Opera .,,
They worked on their respective squares till
the last minute, barely allowing themselves
time to dress and swallow q cup of tea each.
1--WE shall be a little late, " said Mrs. Batter
by, when they were almost at their destination
The next moment she gave a little cry of con
sternation.
''Oh, mercy! If I didn't leave our tickets on
the mantelplscs!'
How long will it take for US to go fol
them"
Forty minutes, and forty back. Call it alt
hour and a half. The opera will be nearly
over. How stupid Of me-"
Never mind We can stop and buy that
pink satin fer your quilt, and then go home
N-0 E@~- WV o.
bed"
Il know you only say hiatt to relieve me.
You must be ~dresdfully disappointed! Oh,
they're well named crazy q%uilts!"
Yes; but you see l must leave you Friday,
so there is emily one day more for us TO work
on the quilt Dear child" pleaded Mime. Pun
pernickel, earnestly, and laying her hand on
! Mrs. Batterby's arm, don't, don't stop until
your quilt is finished"
Not even to eat and sleep?"
'Oh, I suppose you'll be obliged to stop for
those things" returned Mime. Pumpernickel
half in jest, half in earnest; but you must not
let anything else hinder you. Delay would be
fatal. Your ardOr would soon cool"
But MI. Batterby, in the goodness of his
heart, brought home theatre tickets for that
night, and the ladies tore Themselves away
from their rags and accompanied him, but the
play being q society drama, gave great display
of costumes, and afforded the two demented
creatures many occasions 10 whlsperasldes,
such as:
Look at that elegant brocade she has on.
Wouldn't l Just like a piece Of that in my
quilt"
"See that rich purple velvet in that pages
cloak! Wouldn't that show in yours quare!'
I'D just like to snip a piece of that ladys
bonnet strings. We haven't any green to light
up at night"
Fortunately Mr.. Batterby did not hear these
remarks or he might have feared for his wlfe's
Hltltdl COnult1OU, anu as uS sat DCiMctu lnS
ladies in the car returning home they were
obliged to make an attempt at least to speak
on other topics besides crazy quilts. The
next day, to the great delight of the ladies 1t
stormed
"We shall have no callers, and we can't go
out" they said So they sat in the midst of
rags, shipping, clipping, basting, too busy to
comb their hair or change their morning dresses
until the daylight began to wane.
so, dear! It's TO bad | have to stop, but l
suppose we must" said Nine PunIpernickel.
''We must make ourselves decent before Mr..
Batterby comes"
And Jest then there was a ring al the door
and a telegram from Mr.. Batterby that bust
ness would keep him dow town till between
8 and 10 o'clock.
"And now we needn't dress, " ~joyously cried
Nine. Pumpernickel 81 shall finish this
square before | go to bed / am determined
on it,
But it did seem to Mrs. Batterby as if the
! children were never so worrisome before.
What was the reason 3 year-old Edith shoElA
be SO sTesome about getting to bed? Andthen
after she was there she wanted tie pillow fixed,
and the sheet smoothed, and a drink of water,
and at the last moment she called her mamma
back because she hadn't said her prayers.
Then when the patient mother again reached
the stairs the little voice called:
''Mamma, mamma, Edie wants dollie."
The usually gentle mother, becomes frantic
at desperation from her crazy quilt, " returned,
and snatching up the battered, bald headed
object of Edie's affections tossed it into the
crib.
''There, dollie, get into bed with you," she
said, Grossly. "You haven't gotto say any
prayers, because you haven't got any SOUL
Edie snatched up her child and turned on
her mother with flashing eyes.
Tee hab DOT tum tout too!n she roared.
Mrs Batterby, smitten with remorse, kissed
her child and smoothed her, and yet it did not
occur to the mother how strong and baleful
must be the influence which could render her
thus hard and petulant to her darling Edith,
patient and tender and considerate of the
feelings of dollie's mother as she generally
was.
The next day Nine. Pumperniekel departed.
but the evil which she had disseminated re-
manned Mrs. Batterby grew worse daily
until she became a hopeless crazy quilt ma
MAC The devoted husband, his attention now
drawn to the subject, was alarmed to observe
how fixed a hold the terrible mania had
taken upon his poor wife's aberrated
mind. 1t was only Sunday she
Sustained from creative worA upon this de-
stroyer of domestic ~unhappiaess. BUTT was,
after all, only a physical abstinence, for her
husband marked her long memorizing a re
upon the illuminated texts above the pulpit
wherein the grayhaired minister was impress
ing upon his hea rers the spiritual darkness Of
the Jews. He noted her rowing, distracted
gaze over the congregation, and no OWNED the
envy and covetousness in her soul as her eve
caught the beauty of some new tint in bonnet
trimming.
One cold morning Mrs. Batterby's mother
came in from the suburbs, and surprised her
daughter with a visit But no sooner were the
old lady's w~rappings OF than the crazy quilt
was brought to notice, and the daughter could
not be induced to make any but a momentary
DEPRESSION on any other subject; but there she
sat, only stopping reluctantly for lunch, s'feath-
er-stitching" on her square as if her next
days bread depended on getting il done be-
fore night.
swell, goodbye, = said the old lady at part
ing. s1f they conclude to send You to the
asylum ut Batavia. tell them to let me know
ok to the suburbs with d little
ment at her heard
Batterby was racking his