The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1885-05-28
FINDING A HOME.

81 tell you Wnat us Heniio'Ia' hi
a-goin' to speak my mind fur once IN
my life if never speak agln, an
nounced Miss Matilda Fennil, as she
briskly bit off the thread with which
she was basting a hounce on skirt OF
pearl gray cloth.
Miss Matilda looked as severely in
dignant as was compatible with her
plump, mild face, which was still fair
to look upon in spite of her "thirty-
odd" years; while her sister-in-law,
Mrs. Henrietta, looked supremely in
different to whatever she might have
to say.
Mrs Fennil was quite the antipodes
of her sister, in-law, being snowy
brunette, with eyes that could look de-
murely coquettish, or spitefully scorn-
full, according to her mood.
"You're a-doin' wrong, Henrietta,
an you know it," went on Miss Matll-
da, "a-takin' up with this here strang-
er man, an acshilly goin' to marry
him, when you've been promised-an'
YOU know you have-to Nat Norroway
fur the last two year."
"Oh, indeedw shifted the widow.
"Mebbe you kin console Nat yourself,
seein' you're SO anxious to take up fur
him."
It's a burning shame so It's" con-
tinued Miss Matilda, without noticing
the interruption. can him way Off
in Maine, or Floridy, or some O them
Western States, where there's Indians
and bears, a-diggin' an a-delvin' in the
mines, to git money enough to marry
YOU. You'd orter be ashamed"
"Indians an bears! a-diggin' an
delvIn-te-her' Uttered Mrs. Fennil,
aggravatingly. "Thank you, Tilda.
amt a-goin' to marry an Indian-nol
bear, neitherP'
"Now you know Inever said nothln
of the kind" protested Tilda, indig-
nantly. 81 said Nat was a-diggin' ir
the mines, an so he is; an here you're
a-goin' to marry this Mr.. Whats-his
;, name"
, "His name is Mr.. Theocrastus Belle
l. ville," snapped the widow, tartly; an
if you've got any more to say agrl
: him, you kin go some'rs else to say it
This is my house, an if you don't lik'
# my doin's. you needn't stay under m.
ruff another day longer. I've give yo'
home here ever sence Joe died, an
amt a-goin' to put up with no preach
in from your
, "I've done my sheer O the worl
Henrietta" said Miss Tilda, mildly
while suspicion of tears started
her gray eyes, IAN think I've earne
- nv vittles and clothes; but if you don
. want me any longer, I kin CO."
"You'd have to 60 sooner or late
ANYHOW" said the widow, slight
@ Modified by her sister-in-law's pacif
- tones. "Tain't no ways likely Thee
crastus would want to be saddled wit
poor relation at the very start. A
for marryin' him, I'm a-doin' the be-
y kin for myself He's just bougl
the incest house in town, an furnisht
1t complete, from garret to suller: az
allus did want to live in town. Tain
no ways likely Natn ever make 10
chin out in the mines, anyhow Al
as said before, when / marry The
orastus, you'll hev to find anoth
home; an you might as well be a-loo
in out fur it now"
Miss Matilda finished sewing t
'' founce on the pearlgray cloth, viii
! was to be the widows wedding-dre
and then betook herself to her oy
room to have good cry, and thi
= over her future prospects.
M Finding another home was eas
" said than done, and Miss Matilda W
"a. naturally Of timid. retiring dlspc
tion, notwithstanding the bold mani
in which she had spoken her min
on the present occasion.
But she was not to be left long
her own meditations, for Mrs. Her
eta Fennil was not above asking
favor of her sister-in-law. though
= had as good as turned her out oil
house half an hour before.
81 want you to 60 with me to
the house, Tilda," she explained, Il
~ ping into the room, in her best dl
and a hat bristling with ostrich plum
"Theocrastus wanted me to meet
and look over it, to see if it suits
and of course it wouldn't be proper
me to go alone"
,,. And Miss Matilda obligingly don
ival her black and white shawl and her
SIi Sa. fashioned hat, and accompanied
siyter.ip.law on her tour OF inspect