The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-04-03
FOUND.

hearth rejecting back the CLEAN of the
cracking hickory logs and the dresser
full of gllStering tins put mathemati-
callylstraight, after the comming meal
this was the scene upon which the au-
tumn sun glowed redly for an instant
through the narrow window panes, ere
it went down behind a bank of slate
colored clouds in the west-and Miss
Jemima Buxford, glancing up at the
clock on the wooden shelf between the
windows saw that it was half past five.
BLESS me how the time does go on, "
said Miss Jemima. "And 1t don't seem
rs if I accomplished nuthin', what
with runnin'arter your everlasting himS,
Ebenezer.
Ebenezer Buxford, his autocratic
sisters senior by twenty good years,
looked deprecatingly up from his cush-
toned nook in the chimney corner-a
weak, feeble kneed old man, with scanty
gray hairs brushed into a meek little
whisp on the top of his head, watery
blue eyes and a complexion like we'll
cured parchment.
II know I'm a deal o'trouble, Jemi-
N.Y." said the old man, apologetically,
''but 1 try not to make any more than I
can help"
''No, you don't neither" snapped
Jemima. II hain't no patience with
your old pipe and your everlastln'smoke,
smoke, smokin', till We all smell like an
old bar-room, and there amt n curtain
in the house that don't tell its own story.
I tell We what, Ebenezer Buxford,
you've got to leave off that mis'able
habit"
Ebenezer shrank instinctively at the
hard, cruel tone.
"But-Jemimy-"
"Tm in earnest, Ebenezer.
"But Ellen Dennison says"
"I don't care two snaps o my finger
what Ellen Dennison says-a pert mink,
Just as full O. airs aud graces as her
mother was afore her, though she was
my own sister. If Ellen chooses to
make g fuss over you and indulge you
in every within, I don't-that's all there
is to it! Iain't goingto have this smok-
In going on. You've just got to quit
It'll"
ST might just as well quit Twin, Je-
mimy. For forty-seven year.
Miss Jemima, however, did not stay
to hear the end of the speech, but
burst out of the room, muttering to her
self sentences of which the import
BODIED little good.
Hell be right down vexed, though"
thought the spinster, when he knows
I've sold them there packets of Virgin
ny tobacco he brought home on his last
sea voyage. It's odd a man can keep
voyagin' to furrin parts all his life and
not lay up no money, after all. But
Ebenezer never was savin' like the rest
o. the Buxfords."
And Jemima went up stairs to rum
mage in an old red chest where she
kept her treasures for q hank of mixed
yarn to finish a pair of socks she had
ON hand.
Old Ebenezer waited patiently by the
kitchen fire the while, until he heard a
light footstep on the doorstone without;
and his face frightened as Ellen Den
nison came In.
She was a tall, fresh-eomplexiened
girl, with a face which, if not absolutely
pretty, was pleasing, and q light figure
whose grace was patterned after the
waving rushes by the riverside and the
tall young elms In the meadows below.
ssWell, uncle !" she said, cheerily.
GIVE been waitin' for you, Ellen, 1.-THE
old man whispered, beckonlng TO her TO
come close to him. "She-she won't
bring me no more 'baccy, and haven't
had a Whit since 4 O'clock
Ellen bit her lip.
.Tll bring you some at once, Uncle
Eben.
"There amt none left in the tin boxp
went on the old man, OBTAINING her
with a grip of her neat calico dress.
You'll have to go to the packet o'biue
a in the corner cupboard up stairs
the genuine stuff / brought from old
Virginny years and years ago, when I
warn't the old wreck lam nowl Get
the top package, Eell-the top one, re-
member
eyes, Uncle"
And away tripped Ellen, carrying
her lighted candle through the gloomy
entries, like Q rustic embodiment OF
Dawn bearing her herald star.
Miss Jemima met her at the head OF
the first fight Of wooden uncarpeted
steps.
aWhere are you going, Ellen Dem
nison?"
@To get some tobacco for Uncle Eb-
enezer."
"There amt none left"
aYes, there is, IN the packet he
brought from Norfolk In the Lively
Sally