The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-09-03
a WONDERFUL CURE. !"

day morning.
That |" said Aurilla Ann. "Why,
that's Mr.. Dorking a-hanging out the
ciothes!"
Mr.. Dorking!" repeated Mrs. Get.
chey. Why. where's Mariar?"
Her daughtsr-in-law, Anrilla Ann,
indnlged in q short, snorting laugh.
Up stairs in bed, I calculate, said
she. s
"s,ckas said Mrs. Getchey, in ac-
cents Of concern.
No more'n I AMP said Aurilla Ann,
shaking the table cloth out of the but
terry window, so that the long legged
Brahma fowls might have the benefit Of
any stray crumbs which might be CO.
ing. Cranky, that's all. She always
was as odd as Dicks hat band"
aEh ~
Mrs. Gretchey. q Western woman,
was evidently unversed in local. allu-
sions.
Don't you know ~ said Aurilla Ann,
with chuckle. Dicks hat band,
that went half way around, and tied in
the middle pn
s Oh Z! said Mrs. Gretchey. "But
Marian Dorking used to be as smart,
stirring women as ever I see.
She's took a notion t'other way, OF
late, said Aurilla Ann. Ct declare, I
never in all my life felt as sorry as I
DO for Daniel Dorking. He's dretful
peaceable, good tempered man, and
Mariar treats him real mean. He does
NIL the work Of the house himself, even
to the washing and ironing, because
Mariar chooses to fancy herself sick
and Jest wish you could see the poor
mans shirts! Besides. there's the mill
to see arter, 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. Getchev. who had fallen back on
I her knitting-work.
3ss Why, Of course they bel" Aurilla
Ann made answer. But Marian won't
have no help about the house.
That's rather hard on Daniel, amt
it r" said Mrs. Getchey.
Well, ] 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
y to himself, was the subject of SO much
solisitnde among the surrounding fami-
lies, hung out his last wet and Tapping
sheet, secured it by o battered clothes
pin, aud hastened, with blue nose and
frozen fingers, into the house.
Alaria!" he spoke up the stairway,
which wound around and around like a
wooden coekscrewa Maria! p
Well ?"ssighed q lnournful voice.
Shant I make you little butterea
toast?"
Il don't care for no buttered toast, !"
returned the fnnercal strains.
Or fry ye an egg? Do try an. egg,
Marin with o shaving o. bacon and
some cofeei Ye must eat, Maria, or
yell bre ak down. For my sake, Maria,
eat something
Only u sigh was the response.
But Daniel Dorking made the coffee,
and fried the little slice of bacon, with
its accompanying eggs, speedily carry.
ing 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.
rag carpet, woven in gray maroon
and yellow strips, covered the floor; a
cheerful wood fire blazed in the chin
ney; the window was curtained with
Turkey red ;and Mrs. Dorking, propped
up on u pile of feather pillows, was
surrounded with a variety Of devotional
books, q camphor bottle, and fan.
The washin' is oil out, Maria" said
poor, little Mr.. Dorkin "and I've wiped
up the floor, and set the kettle OF veg
5etabies back, where it II simmer and not
burn. Aud now TIL Just step over to
the flower mill.
And leave me all alone, Daniel9n
aid his wife, lugubriously.
The mill has got to be seen to, now
that Eiiab j Johnson has gone on his we'd
ding trip. said Dorking. aAnd a man
can't be in two places at once. Maria, ye
know. z
oh, well, it don't matter, said Mrs.
Dorking, with melancholy sniff.
I'm only poor creetur, Ishan't both
9er nobody very long
. Hey a little more bacon, Maria ~.
soothed her husband. &
u But Mrs. Dorking, who had already
eaton enough bacon for q working man,
both the fried eggs. a slice of brea,l and
butter, and drank about q pint of coffee,
shook her head, snd fell back On .'Her-
vey's Meditations Among the Tombs."
won't be gone long, said Daniel,
cheerfully. AID I'll fetch bit O.
fresh meat to cook for dinner. P'raps
you'd fancy q steak or chop. Salt
meats q gettin' sort O monotonous.
But Maria declined to notice this re-
mark at oil, and poor Daniel crept away,
believing himself o heartless poltr son,
and his wife persccuted angel.
9 don't see how on easth I'm going
to get along this way, said she. "Them
clothes is friz ns stiff as boards, and
ought TO be took in and dried round
the stove; and the chickens amt been
fed, and the soft, soaps spi1in', and the
apples need tq be picked over, and the
potatoes is ell spilin' down cellar, and
my stockings is full q holes, cobble 'em
as will and Maria won't heiir to no
lAsed help. And my neuralgy was pref
y bad last night. I'm most afeared
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