The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-05-31
THE BANK FAILURE.

made out pretty well, this year. i cleared
5000 on the wheat, over and attove payin'
fur the harvestin,' thrashin' ans the like.
An I've sold the hay. clover an timothy
mixed, fur about $500 more Bu1 It's awful
wearin' on woman. a-tendin' tolthings an
watchin' that the hands don't ishirk nor
nothin'. As ! was a-sayin' LONE woman
amt got no business with farm. Twas
different before Aaron died. land Mrs
Belinda Blossom gave a regretfbl sigh to
the dead and gone Aaron
"You nee Int TO be a lone Woman no
longer'n you want to- Belindy." huietly OBJ
served her sister, Mrs.. Jemimh Hatch.
"There's Deacon Gibbs now, wou u give his
eyes to"
@Don't say Deacon Gibbs to mel" retorted
the widow. Don't know what lhe's afteri
Don't he know as we'll as l do, thpt I've got
1000 put away safe an snug il the Blue
grass bankl haven't doubt ned like to
git the handlin' of il, but he never will,
kin tell him that
"Sho, now, Belindy." demonstrated Mrs.
Hatch, "Wbat's the use o. makirs the poor
man out wuss'n he isl | don't know as he's
any likelier to be after the money then Law
yer Greene"
Lawyer Greene's got money himself, an
it stands to reason faint so muchs of an OBJ
ject to him. Besides l amt said"
ooh, no, you hain-t said, know. but a
body kin put two and two together, Ireckin.
Well, all I've got to say, I'd ruther have
Deacon Gibbs any day, if twas me, then
that smooth spoke, Hey lookin' lawyer. But
must be a-gittin' home; Bijah'll want his
supper, time it's ready" and Mrs. Hatch
rolled up her knitting, wrapped it carefully
In q cloth and put on her black sun-bonnet
and her blue yarn "half-hands."
'You might have stayed to supper, Je-
mima," said the widow, reproachfully. II
| was going to have cream cookies and some
of them Lawton blackberry preserves you're
| so fond OFFS
oval, I'd like mighty well to stay
Belinda, but Bijah he'll be a-lool1in' fur me
| to hev supper ready when he comes in from
| the field. He's allus as hungry beaver
at night, an l amt left nothin' cooked so he
| could get himself bite I reckin better
CO. You goin' to Miss Larcom's quiltin'
next weeklo
"Oh, 'spose So Miss Larcom would get
miffed, if didn't" and after another five or
| ten minutes of conversation Mrs. Hatch got
started for home.
| Mrs. Belinda Blossom was a typical
| widow; fair, fat, and not quite 40, and
was known as the best housekeeper in and
around the neighborhood where she lived.
With even less personal attractions and
| good qualities than she possessed, she might
| have exchanged her widows weeds for
| bridal attire long ago, had she so desired.
| However, for some reason best known to
| herself, shs had preferred to remain "lone
1 woman" as she called it, so far. Whether
she would remain so much longer was a
| question which puzzled herself quite as
nuch as 1T did some other parties
| 1t was the day of Miss Larcom's quilting
an the supper was almost ready. The quilt
was already out and by little preconcerted
/ manpuvre on the part of the fuu-loving girls,
| it had been thrown over the widows head
when taken out of the frame-a piece of mis-
| chief which afforded no little amusement
as, according to time honored tradition,
whoever the quilt is first thrown over, Is
| soon to become bride.
| Mr.. Blossom wore her honors blushingly
and her cheeks were still covered with GRIM
son.when the gentlemen began to drop in,
| just before supper.
Lawyer Greene, who was among the first
TO arrive, was profuse in his attentions to
the blooming widow, much to the discom-
future of his less fortunate rival, who could
only sit in corner and cast despairing
chances at the object of his affections
"Just look at Deacon Gibbs" whispered
Mahala Williams to Dorcas Lamb. Ale
looks like hen on a hot griddle, while Law
yer Greene is a-courtin' the widow"
Dorcas Uttered out loud, whereupon the
deacon grew red in the face, as if aware
that he was the object of their mirth.
"Wal, reckin I'll be a-goin,' Miss Lar
conn.," he announced, approaching the host.
ess a short time later. II only just dropped
in to see how,you was all a-gttin' along"
ooh, you must stay to supper, deacon; it's
almost ready now, an can't let you go be-
fore that" declared the hostess, determin
sily. But the deacon was equally determ
ined, and go he did.
Deacon Gibbsl Deacon Gibbsl stop q
minute, want to speak to YOU" cried Mrs.
Hatch, rushing out to the porch where he
stood, looking little bewildered at the un
expected summons.
II want to ask you to come over the day
after tomorrow -Thanksgiving Day, yor
know-and eat dinner with us. Now don't
say no-there won't be anybody there only
Belindy and our own folks Say you'll
comet"
@Wal, 1 dunno, Miss HATCH" said the
deacon uneasily. al thank you kindly fun
the invite, but I've been a-feelin ind OF
blue for good spell now, and don't know
as I'd be fttin' comply to go an eaf
Thanksgivin' dinners with folks when I'm
blue
1Shol that's all nonsence, deacon. You
must come now, an shall be a-lookin' ful
you" And good-hearted little Mrs. Hatcl
ran back into the house before Deacon
Gibbs could make any further protest.
If Mrs. Blossom noticed the deacon's de
parture, she betrayed no consciousness Of tn,
fact, but deinurely continued her Irritation
with the lawyer.
Supper, the great event Of the day, wa
ready at last, and the guests were doing
ample Justice to the plentiful array of Wand
set before them Boiled ham, chicken pot
pie, mashed potatoes and turnips, hot slaw
apple sauce. squash pie, custard pie, jelly
cake, cookies and doughnuts, all were place.
on the table together, and the guests invites
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