Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1884-05-29

Diane tQE Nuht happohCA hO@ 1880
there's no known, for those girls KEEP
on gettin wilder and wilder every min
ute. But I saw him go and get . bas-
ket OF cake off Of Aunt Betsy's table,
and then he took his seat again IN thu
middle and begun to make believe cal
all the cake himself. jest as he sol
there with his head bent down over that
cake basket, Sally Stiles puts out her
hand and witches him by his bach
hair.
n saw her do it, the forward thing
but / wasn't no more prepared than shs
was for what came next. Ii was a SHARP
pull, and there was the minister with
his head rs bare and shiny as an ivory
ball and there was Sally lookin' ready
TO faint with his wig in her hand
We'll. she gave one scream that was
At 10 wake the dead, and dropped il
right down on the floor. Growler didn't
wait for no second invitation, lie snrnno
up, took the wig in his mouth and raced
off as if he was mad, tossiu' it and
growlin' as he went. Mr., Allen started
after him, but the dog thought this was
part Of the play, 20 he went up n
aisls and down the other, and then out
Of the door, and away as fast as his legs
could carry him, and poor Mr.. Allen
behind.
Brother Ralph jumped mp and made
a grab at the minister's coat-tails, shout.
in ms loud as he could Stop! don't
run! the more you chase him the fur.
Their he'll go, but t'want a bit of use
he Jest ran on, and in a minute they
were both out of sight, Most of the
yon1g men started of, TO see the fun,
as they said, and as for that onlucky
Sally Stiles, she tainted in good airnesI
which made more confusion.
"Sech a hubbub You saw
everyone askin' questions, and laughin,
and the girls q holdin' up Sally n
spfinklin her face with cold water, and
Miss Stiles cryin', for Sally's faintin'
gave her sech a turn-and in the midst
of it all most Of the small boys went
and helped themselves to as much cakt
and ice cream as they could git, and all
without payin' either.
Aunt Betsy saw EN- first, and made
a grab at Johnny Evans, jest as he
was dippin' into the freezer, and some
L5w, between 'em they upset the coffee
kittle, and II streamed all over every
thing.
well! that was the finishin' touch
we never sold another penny's worth
that highland at last, seem that folks
was beginnin' TO go. Amos Hall pro-
posed 20 auction off tie hull lot for us,
But Aunt Betsy said, a. Il | agreed
with her, that we better ave the cake
for the Sunday picnic, and give it 6
chance TO get dry, for things was mostly
soppin' wet with the coffee, and / knew
well enough Amos would jest make a
lot of fun and then knock the hull
Gown TO Mandy Jones, he's always SO
sweet upon her.
$50 we broke up right of, three or
four of rs staying to clear up the muss,
Of course, and count the money, and
little there was TO count, i can tell you;
Miss HARDWOOD.
"Exac'ly where the minister got his
wig back no one ever knew, no more
than we ever knew about his wearin' one
before that etenin' But he's been
dreadful shy of us ever since, never
drops in Of an afternoon TO tea, now,
and Miss Stiles told me last week that
the Davis girls told her that Miss Bruce
said that she shouldn't be surprised il
he didn't stay his year out.
"Too bad, isn't it. Miss HARDWOOD?
and all the doin's of those girls, tool
could slap every n of EN- when |
think oft. OF course, no sensible wom-
an would think the less of the poor man
jest because he wears a wig, and such a
natural one, too, but a body can't tell
him so, you know, and so Isuppose Wen
have TO loG-aim.
Anyway. I'm gettin' more and more
discouraged with our church matters,
and no wonder, | guess you'll say"
Miss Melissa looked so sad that it was
really quite touching.