The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1886-12-30

Mr.. Fisher from MS wagon. "And II
he thinks I'm going to ride him and
his porkmanker from that there depot
behind this here boss. for less than so
cents, he thinks Pm greener than be!''
II make no objection-no objection"
said thin voice, ''only am unable
just at this moment to- think must
have it in my watch pocket-I-Can't
you lend me half dollar. MIR. Turtle.
dover"
could did-and l took the long,
fishy sort of hand that was offered to
me tho next moment, and welcomed
Mr.. Bangs. the amateaur spiritual me-
dunn, to my hearth and home.
Il was impressed to come" he whis-
pered to me. Something seemed to
roll away, and saw you among the
green fields and pleasant pastures and
was drawn toward you by subtle in
fuence. did not even wait for bag
gage. You understand"
had heard that day from a fellow
boarder OF Mr.. Bangs that his landlady
had delicately mentioned to him that
until he could pay his little bill she
should prefer his room to his COM
pany and would retain his trunk" and
quite understood.
We got into the little parlor some
how. and we all sat down.
And Pm sure you must be hungry"
sad l. We've supped, of course''-it
was 10 o'clock-"but you'll have
bite"
Don't put yourself to any trouble"
said Mr.. Calliope. my dear friends,
1 beg you won't put yourself to any
trouble on our account. We are tired
of city food. We want the fruits of
the earth-the simple fruits of the
earth-no more. Give us some milk,
a simple biscuit and your delightful
fresh butter, and a bowl of straw
berries. and we ask no more"
Here Mrs. Turtledove gave an in
voluntary shrek. She had presence
of mind enough to say she had seen
spider.
Poor Mr.. Bangs only groaned softly
to himself, but he looked as though the
spirits who had been in the habit of
drawing mysterious apples and
oranges from his sleeves had not been
able to find any there that day, or had
carried them off afterward.
The Calliopes were probably disap-
pointed as to the fruits of the earth;
but they had an appetite for sardines,
bread and butter, tea and canned pears.
And Mr.. Bangs enjoyed himself might
ly. We put the Rev. Mr.. Calliope and
his wife into our own room. Miss
Calliope shared Miss Mitten's apart
ment, and We induced Peggy to take
bolster on a lounge in the kitchen,
while Mr.. Bangs rcposed in her accus-
toned bed. AS for young Calliope,
we took liberties with him on account
of his youth, and put him on the parlor
sofa. And we-oh! we'll, it didn't
matter for us. We went up into the
loft-it was four feet highland slept
on the rag bag.
Twas off early next day. made the
arrangements alluded to with the
amiable and generous Mr.. Fish for two
gallons of milk day. l contracted
with the butcher for beef, and l
brought Strawberries and vegetables
home in basket
My city guests supposed that all
those Strawberries grew in the garden.
and that we kept herd of COWS.
Berries were twenty-five cents basket
in the market, and they were not hull
ed. But the marketman always threw
basket in on every two dozen. He
always did, he said, when one bought
for a hotel
Eat home, you know" said young
Calliope, with the candor of youth, sin
the city, you know, you can't have
more'n preserve dish of Strawberries
at meal. They are so beastly dear;
but here, where you get 'em for moth
ing you can eat a bowlful.
Did tell you that Peggy was gone?
She was. She went the second morn
ing. "And Id like to know what
you'd be naming by hiring me for two,
and giving me dozen to work for?"
she had said; land thin doing nothing
but ate all day long, and me turned off
me honest bed to Shape on spikes, after
putin in me hard day, and dishes to
wash, till do be goin' crazy"
could not defend myself. could
only prom's Sc her a silk dress if she
would stay her month out.
I'D have nobody left to put it on. if
worked myself to DEATH" said Peggy
'.I'd rather have me flesh in ME calico;"
and so she departed.
After that Mrs. Turtledove lived in
the kitchen. No one seemed to know
it. None of the ladies ever made their
beds, or filled their water pitchers, or
offered any assistance.
sat up all night to pare potatoes
and turnips, lay the fire and do all l
could, and became beast of burden
as to baskets; but my business must be
attended to. Poor little Mrs. Turtle
dove grew thinner evey day, whereas
our guests pumped up beautifully.
Still we were gaining the reputation of
being very hospitable, and that was
something. Our friends thought so
much Of us-that was more. But,
alas! we soon found that they were not
as we'll pleased with each other. II
began by Mrs. Calliope wondering at
the goings on of that Miss Mittens
with Mulligan. Next Miss Mittens was
astonished that Miss Calliope should
fancy Mr.. Mulligan could desire to be
followed about by chit like her.
Then Mr.. Calliope had an argument
with Mr.. MulIigan on religious sub
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