The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1885-06-04
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eally straight. after the eomming NEAL
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 bank of slate
colored clouds in the west-and Miss
Jemima Buxford, CHANGING 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, u
said Miss Jemima. "And 1t don't seem
rs if L accomplished nuthin'. what
with runnin arter your everlastin' whims,
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
&hisp on the top of his head, watery
blue eyes and complexion like we'll
cured parchment.
Il know I'm a deal o'trouble, Jemi-
N.Y. said the old man, ALPHABETICALLY,
but try not to make any more than 1
can help" g.,
No, You don't neither" snapped
Jemima. Il 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 curtain
In the house that don't tell its own story.
1 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-"
''Fm in earnest, Ebenezer."
But Ellen Dennison says"
II don't care two snaps o my finger
what Ellen Dennison sRys-a pert mink,
just as full O airs and graces as her
mother was afore her. though she was
my own sister. If Ellen chooses to
make fuss over you and indulge you
in every whim, don't-thats all there
is to it! l amt going to have this smok.
in going on. You've just got to quit
it,"
II might just as we'll quit livin, Je-
mlmy. 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.
He'll 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 hank of mixed
yarn to finish pair of socks she had
on hand.
Old Ebenezer waited patiently by the
kitchen fire the while, until he heard
light footstep on the doorstone without;
and his face frightened as Ellen Den
nison came in.
She was tall, fresh complexioned
girl, with face which, if not absolutely
pretty, was pleasing, and light figure
whose grace was patterned after the
waving rushes by the riverside and the
tall young elms in the meadows below.
''Well, uncle" she said, cheerilv.
I've been waitin for you, Ellen, the
old man whispered, beckon1ng to her to
come close to him. ''She-she won't
bring me no more 'baccy, and I haven't
had Whit since o'clock
Ellen bit her lip.
Til bring you some at once, Uncle
Eben.
There amt none left in the tin box p
went on the old man, OBTAINING her
with a grip of her neat calico Dress
You'll have to go to the packet o'blue
paper in the corner cupboard up stairs
the genuine stuff l brought from old
Virginny years and years ago, when I
warn't the old wreck am now Get
the top package, Nell-the top one, re-
member
Eyes, Uncle"
And away tripped Ellen, carrying
her lighted candle through the gloomy
entries, like a rustic embodiment of
Dawn bearing her herald star.
Miss Jemima met her at the head of
the first fight of wooden uncarpeted
steps.
Where are you going, Ellen Den
nison?"
ITO get some tobacco for Uncle Eb-
enezer."
There amt none left"
Eyes, there is, in the packet he
brought from Norfolk in the Lively
Sally"
but I tell you there ANTI" reiterat-
ed Miss Jemlma. Il sold it yesterday
to a pedler that came along. He gave
me S. for it."
'You sold it?"
antly.
Eyes, sold it; and you needn't stare
at me as if I'd committed state prison
offence, miss. I'd do the same thing
over again. / mean to break up Eben-
ezer's miserable trick of smokin' An
old man that's dependent on his rela-
tives for his daily bread haint no bust
ness with luxuries like tobacco-and
he'll get no more in this house."
Ellen Dennison answered nothing,
but she turned and went quietly down
stairs, with her cheeks flushed an in
dignant scarlet. Miss Jemima followed
her.
"Uncle," said the girl calmly, as the
old man raised his bleared, expectant
eyes toward her, there is no tobacco
there"
Tive sold it," duoth Miss Jemima,
putting her arms aKimbo.
you've sold my tobacco! Ny blue
Virginia brandt"
eyes, have; and where's the harm,
I'd like to know? wasn't goin' to have
it clutterin' up my cupboard no longer
I've sold it for So"
"Then said Ebepezer, with sort of
stony calmness, you've just got IS for
pack of the best Blue Virginia tobac-
CO that was ever put into pe-bowl,
and $4O0 in money, that was in tin
box in the lowest pound parcel but two.
That's where I'd stored away nv little
savin's. I thought they'd be safe there
but they wasn't, it seems. You've had
your own way, Jemima, and I hope you