The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1884-02-22

tninS; DUt 10 thelr surprise, tney Iounu
Mrs. Blidgelield Number Two posi-
tive revelation of delight.
"She showed me how to boil mo-
lasses candy. with hickory nuts
chopped up in it, said Simeon, a
weird child child of eleven, who was
popularity supposed to be ignorant even
of the motion of humming top.
"She give me apple sass on my Bread"
whispered Marion, the next.
"We're to have pie every day."
chuckled Moses, who liked good things
to eat and drink.
"And Pm to lay up the berry-money
for blue muslin flock all of my own,"
added Adelina, who never had wern
anything but her mothers faded old
calico gowns scantily cut over.
"1'm to have a bran-fre-new tool
chest if l raise the red heifer calf" ex-
ulted George, the tallest boy.
And Leroy, the eldest, who had been
scolded, snubbed, and kept down all his
life, felt, with thrill of happiness,
that his new stepmother secretly SYM
pathized with his efforts to rise in the
world.
"Now she's here" thought Leroy, 81
feel as if l could do most anything"
Mr.. Blidgelield had scarcely been
married week, when he came home on
this raw, rainy August night, with the
packets of groceries under his arms,
and a dissatisfied frown between his
brows.
1.-TWO candles" he said. peeping
gloomily under the hem of the ball
fringed window curtain. "And chick
en- for supper-and apple sass and
cheese! And every one settin' round,
and nobody doin' no work. This won't
do. Nancy must learn better than
this!"
He opened the door and walked
| grimly in.
A dead silence fell upon the chill.
dren at the wet-blanketing apparition
of "father."
But Nancy looked cheerfully up.
"You're late, aren't you, Benjamin p
said she.
"What's this?' said Mr. Blidgefield
ignoring her query, as he glared
around.
"It's supper" said Nancy. "Si'
down, my dear, and help Yourself"
| "Chicken" croaked the farmer; "and
spring chicken at that, when they're
a-fetchin' sixty cents a pair at the hotel
Sweet cake, sass, and the best knives
Moses! put them faowls back in the
cupboard! There's plenty O cold porl
left from yesterday. l calculate. Ad
'liny, blow out one O them candles
The way we burn candles is redick
'lous; and store candles, too! Why
we never thought O. usin' anything bu
dip candles when"
"Moses, let the chickens alone" sale
Mrs. Blidgefeld, in softly-deliberat'
accents. "Adelina, don't meddle will
the candles"
"Whatr' roared Mr.. Blidge6 I'D
banging the package of sugar down OF
the table and rattling the candle, be
side them like a small park Of artillery
81 thought you had perhaps forgot
ten that l am the housekeeper here,
said Nancy.
| The children turned as many color
as the rainbow; Moses, who was con
stitutionally nervous, got behind hi
stepmother; Simon edged a little neare
to the poker; Marion swallowed he
last morsel of cake with such precipi
tation as nearly to choke herself; AIDE
lima began to sob and snivel under he
breath.
"Mrs. Blidgefeld," said the irat
farmer. "will you be SO good as to ex
plain yourself?"
"Oh, certainly said the late Mis-
Nancy Bloom. GAS long as am mis-
tress here l intend to consult my owl
inclinations. shall undertake to Civ
you good food, and to keep yourself an
your children comfortably clothed; bu
shall choose my own method of doin
it."
MADAM" said Mr.. Blingefield, loosen
ing the folds of his cravat, as if ther
came an apoplectic pressure there, "yo
will obey me, or you will leave m
. housel
Disaster to Dude.
A dude walked into doctors oflic
on Seventh street one morning las
week with patch over his eye, band
age over his head, his arm in slins
r two yards of red flannel around hi
neck, a strip of court plaster aross hi