The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1886-10-09
A MAINE AMAZON.
A Girl Who Did Not Like Wom.
ans Work.

ans Work.
The worthy residents of Hackmetack
Cove marveled greatly when it became
known that Darius Kallahan, who, dur
ing his lifetime. had been considered a
most careful as we'll rs generous "pro-
vider," had not left enough money to
buy decent mourning for his widow and
daughter. Since the discovery, by a
quartette of adventuresome fishermen,
and the consequent celebrity of roman
tic Hackmctack Cove, Darius Kalla-
hans had been the most successful buck
board; his team had always been most
in demand by the ''rusticators' and the
"haulcd mealers," terms familiar to the
ears of all the fortunate throng that for
gather. during the sultry reign of Sirius,
along the picturesque Name coast.
Therefore, when it was found that the
supposed thrifty Darius had failed to lay
by. during the six prosperous summers
which the Cove had enjoyed, something
substantial for the traditional rainy day,
heads were wisely shaken, and puzzled
Hackmetack Covers wondered what had
''went with all the cash D'rius Kellyen
had made haulin'."
Whatever it was that had caused the
evanishment, enough to know that the
money was gone, utterly, completely,
as Darius himself; and nothing re-
mained to tell that it had once been;
whereas the fresh mound in the little
graveyard under the hill betokened
plainly enough the former existence
of the improvident husband and father.
"Pity D'rius he'd to go an die Jest
when the seasons openin'," sympa-
thetically observed a fellow-JehI who
had never grudged his neighbor's popu-
larity.
'.Yes, 'tis," assented Uncle Joshwa,
the village oracle, blinking glance
from his solitary eye sweeping the shore
of the Cove. "He'd ought to a waited
a spell till twas a leetle more conven-
lent"
"Wonder what Miry's goin' to do
musingly continued the first speaker.
.'She'l1 not keep the team, dessay."
''Certing she'll not; she'll hev to sell
the horses an the buck-board; she
hain't even got enough money to buy
bunnits for herself an Vesty. So my
woman told me-"
"Guess they'd manage tn shift along
'thout bunnits; what they wants
grub" sententiously remarked Uncle
Joshwa.
"Guess some women-folks d ruther
do 'thout grub n bunnit, an Vesty
Kellyen's one Of 'em, jedge," said an
other of the critical row perched on the
graveyard fence.
"Thet's SO! Vcsty's leetlc mite too
out-settin'. guess she'll find 'tain't
allus pie, now that D'rius is gone an
left nothing. She'll hev to work like
the rest Of our women-folks.
''Fish, cut bait, or go ashore" face.
tiously supplemented Uncle Joshwa,
assiduously whiting to point frag.
ment of wood he had broken from the
fence rail- II kind o. pity the gal, fol
all; she'd be a proper nice gal ef she
want so highty-tighty."
Yes, something would have to be
done, that was plain enough to botl
Vesta and her mother. But what? AL.
ready there were enough cottages on thu
romantic shore of the Cove to accom-
modate the summer boarders, and even
had there been demand for moro room
it could not have been found in the Kal
lahan domicle, which was barely large
enough for the widow and her daugh
ter. If only edward Everett ant
"Hannibal Hamlin." the pair of feet
footed horses, could have been trans
formed into good milch cows! During
the season the demand for milk and but
ter always exceeded the supply. o.
course Mrs. Kallahan would be glad tt
sell the bays, but in all the Cove regior
there was not enough ready money t.
buy the stceds; and as ready money wa
what the widow most needed, she nigh
as we'll keep tho horses as sell them ''or
time. especially as Darius, just befor,
his fatal illness, had laid in and happil,
paid for supply of fodder for the sea
son.
"vesty might GIT chance up to thu
Surf House." suggested Bildad in pet
ticoats," who had come to ''set spell
with the widowed Miry, and was doing
her best to tear open the fresh wound ii
the bereaved heart
"Vesty-she-d0n't-dou't admire tt
wait ON table or do chamber. work,
half sobbed Mrs. Kallahan.
"She don'tp Wal, suffer! Wha
does she like, want to kn0wp You
Vesty's mighty GURUS gal, anyhow;
never see any one like Vesty. Now my
Irene Amaranth she's jest that powerful
eager for the company to come-allus
and allus a-wishin' they'd hurry an gi
here. There hain't q lazy bone in my
Irene Amaranth's body, SO there hahn t
an I'm mighty thankful there hain't
There hain't might o. use tryin' t.
keep her to hum, once she knows sht
kin git chance up to the hotel"
"lknow it. Vesty"-with regret
full sigh-"don't take to no kind o
housework. Vesty don't"