The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1885-06-17
FINDING A HONE.

."I tell you what 'tis Henrietta
I'm a goIn' to spesk my mind FIJI
once in my life, if / never. speak
ag'in,n announced Miss Matilda
Fennil, as she briskly BIZ of the
thread with which she was bastinl
a tiodnce on skirt Of pearl gray
cloth.
Miss Matilda looked as severely
indignant as was compatible with
her plump, mild face, which vai
still fair to look upon in spite o.
her "thirIyoddp years; while hoi
siater.inlaw, Mrs. Henrietta, look.
ed supremely indifferent to what.
ever she might have to say.
Mrs. Fennil was quite the an
,ipOdes Of her sisterin Law, being q
snowy brunette, with eyes that
could Hook demutoiy coqIettish, o.
spitefuIl scornful, according to her
mood.
"You're a doin' wrong, Honriet-
ia an you know it," went on Miss
Matilda, "a.takin' up with this
here stranger man, an acshilly
goin' to marry him, when you've
been promised-an' you know you
hove-to Nat Norrowuy fur the last
two year,
"oh, indeed" shifted the widow.
"Mebbe you kin console Nat your.
self, seein," you're SO anxious to
take up fur him"
"Itsa burning shame, SO It's"
continued Miss Matilda, without
noticing the interruption. "An'
him way of in Maine, or Floridy,
or some o, them Western States,
where there's Indians and bears,
a,diggin' an a delyiu in the mines,
to git money enough to marry you.
Yon'd orler be ashamedl'
Indians an bearsl a.diggin' an
delyin'-te.he!' Uttered Mrs. Fen.
nil, agravatingly. "Thank you,
Tilda. amt a.goin' to marry an
Indian-nor a bear, neiiher!o
"Now you know l never said
uothin' of the kind" protested
Tilda, Indignantly. N said Nat
was a.diggin' in the mines, an so
he is; an here you're a.goin' to
marry this Mr., What's.his name.
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ellis name is Mr.. Theocrastus
Bellevill,n snapped the. widow,
tartly; an if you've got any more
to say agi'n him, you kin go some'rs
else to say III This is my house,
an if you don't like my doin's, you
needn't stay under my ruff another
day longer. I've give you a home
here ever since Joe died, an l amt
a goln' to put up with no preaohin,
from youlo
"I'vo done my sheer o'the work,
Henrietta, said Miss Tilda, mildly
while a supsicion of tears started
in her gray eyes, IAN | think I've
earned my vittles and clothes; but
if you don't want me any longer, l
kin 60"
You'd have to go soon or later,
anyhow" /" said the widow, slightly
Modified by her sister.in.law's
pacific tones, "Tai't no ways like.
ly TheOcrastus would want to be
saddled with a poor relation at the
very start. As for marryiu' him
I'm a.doin' the best l kin for my.
self, Ho'sJust bought the incest
house in town, an furnished it
complete, from garret tosullcr and
| allus did want to 1--we in town.
no ways likely Nat'll ever
make a forchin' out in the mines,
anyhow, An | said before, when
| marry ThoocraStus, you'll hov to
find another homej an you might
as well be a lokin' out fur it now"
Miss Matilda finished sewing
the llouncos on the pearl.gray cloth;
which was to be the widows wed,
ding dress, and then betook herself
to her own room to have good
cry, aud think over he future pros
poets.
Finding another home was easier
said than done, and Miss Matilda
was naturally ola timid, retiring
disposition, Notwithstanding the
bold manner in which she had
spoken her mindn on the present
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