New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-08-12
"A WONDERFUL CURE. !"

"What's that black figure agin the
white snow?" asked Mrs. Getchey, fit
ting on her far-sighted specs, as she sat
at the window upon q threatening Mon
day morning.
"That" said Aurilla Ann. "Why,
that's Mr. Dorking Arranging out the
clothes!'
"Mr. Dorking!" repeated Mrs. Get
chey. "Why, where's Mariar?"
Her daughter-in-law, Aurilla Ann,
INDUCED in a short, snorting laugh.
Cup stairs in bed, I calculate" said
she.
"S1ck?" said Mrs. Getchey, in ao-
cents of concern.
No more'n I am" said Aurilla Ann,
shaking the table cloth out of the but
tery window, so that the long-legged
Brahma fowls might have the benefit of
any stray crumbs which might be 60
ing. Cranky, that's all. She always
was as odd as Dicks hat band"
"Eh?"
Mrs. Gretchey, a Western woman,
was evidently unversed in local allu-
sions.
"Don't you know?" said Aurilla Ann,
with chuckle. "Dick's hat band,
that went half way around, and tied in
the middle?"
"Oh!" said Mrs. Gretchey. "But
Marian Dorking used to be as smart,
stirring women as ever I see."
She's took notion t'other way, of
late, T" said Aurilla Ann. II declare, I
never in all my life felt as sorry as I
do for Daniel Dorking. He's dretful
peaceable, good tempered man., and
Marian treats him real mean. He does
all the work Of the house himself, even
to the washing and ironing, because
Marian chooses to fancy herself sick;
and jest wish you could see the poor
mans shirts! Besides, there's the mill
TO see after, and the farm work, though
of course that last amt so heavy this
time O year. But it's too much for one
man, let alone the worry OF it,"
"Ain't they able to hire no help?" said
Mrs. Getchey, who had fallen back on
her knitting-work.
"Why, Of course they bel" Aurilla
Ann made answer. "But Marian won
have no help about the house."
"That's rather hard on Daniel, amt
it?" said Mrs. Getchey.
~Well, I should think so, replied her
sons wife, piling fresh knots of wood
under the wash boiler, preparatory to
her Mondays work.
While the neighbor who: unconscious
~ to himself, was the subject of so much
solicitude among the surrounding fami-
lies, hung out his last wet and Tapping
sheet, secured 1t by battered clothes
pin, and FASTENED, with blue nose and
frozen fingers, into the house.
"Maria!" he spoke up the stairway,
which wound around and around like a
wooden cockscrew-"Maria!"
"Well?" sighed mournful voice.
"Shan't [ make you a little buttered
toast?''
II don't care for no buttered toast"
returned the funereal strains.
Cor fry We an egg? Do try an egg,
Maria-with a shaving O. bacon and
some coffee? Ye must eat, Maria, or
yell break down. For nv sake, Maria,
eat something.
Only d sigh was the response.
But Daniel Dorking made the coffee,
and fried the little slice OF bacon, with
its accompanying eggs, speedily carry
Eng the tray up stairs, where he opened
the door by means Of gentle impetus
with his foot.
Maria occupied the best room in the
house, that was very evident.
A rag carpet, woven in gray maroon
and yellow strips, covered the floor; a
cheerful wood fire blazed in the chin
ney; She window was curtained with
Turkey red and Mrs. Dorking, propped
up on a pile Of feather pillows, was
surrounded with variety Of devotional
books, a camphor bottle, and fan.
The washin' is all out, Maria," said
poor, little Mr.. Dorkin; and I've wiped
up the floor, and set the kettle OF veg
etabies back, where it'll simmer and not
burn. And now TIL just step over to
the flower MILL
"And leave me all alone, Daniel ?"
said his wife, lugubriously.
he'mill has got to be seen to, now
chat Eliab Johnson has gone on his we'd
.s1ing-trip," said Dorking. "And man
can't be in two places at once, Maria, ye
know"
ooh, we'll, it:don't matter, said Mrs.
Dorking, with a melancholy sniff.
I'm only poorcreetur. I shan't both
er nobody very long. :"
'Hev a little more bacon, Maria %
soothed her husband.
But Mrs. Dorking, who had already
eaton enough bacon for working man,
both the fried eggs, slice ofbreal and
butter, and drank about a pint of coffee,
shook her head, and fell back on ..Her.
vey's Meditations Among the Tombs. .