Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1886-11-25

SAID the widow. 'sSpose he went On
That way right nlonp?'i -
ibid kin him, | bleeve f. mint.
Tered Santha, fiercely; then her eve
ieii on the roll that had done dnfv q
Cork. She looked at it THROUGH fear
diinmed eyes as she picked It m n
was creased and tumbled and sn,ao.
~ WITH molasses, but nevertheless
s ;l.ss smiled sickly smile and thrust it
INTO her pocket. 80 =
linen she went back into the living
room, ana found that Mart had fallen
,sieep on the lounge. She began to
ihVestigate again, opening bundle aft.
e. after bundle, some to her satissae.
ZION, orther fairly making her blood
poii, as she afterward intimafea
20 Achsa. There were natent
glrdirons, coffee pots, broilers a
machine with ponderous vines for
keeping of flies, three rat trans of ali.
ierent designs, all patented, boxes of
needles, red cotton, and darnipp
hnplements-things that she never
could use. There were over forty
YARDS oil satteen, whole piece Of
cameo, a shawl that would have
| matched Joseph's coat which her af.
ieetionate spouse had doubtless in
tended Tor present, a pack of cards
a knitting machine, a chiid's rocllino
chair' and a small patent iron bed
steaa' Besides these there were
packages OF candy, crockery, crackers,
CAKES, and dozen or two OF canned
What ever viii do2" sighed San.
tina Ann; what shall do?''
We'll, you can sell some OF EN-"
Sanity Ann looked up-there stood
The ubiquitous widow, a broad smile
on her lace, as she took in the sisua.
ton. ~
mo, ! won't. I'll keep the hull of
EN-, an il Mart amt a wiser man aft
er he gifts over this spree, Tllknow the
reason why"
Then she went up stairs:
Achsa stood by the window wiping
her eyes; she had been crying.
Never you mind dear" said her
mother, her kind maternal heart stir
red, don't GO to feel bad"
Il don't s'pose he even though. of
my hat" SAID the girl, tearfully.
NO, dear; not the right kind OF one,
but he"
al knew he wouldn't. I'll never
trust him again.
But he did get lots O. useful things,
dear"
Yes; the carpet sweewer and the
cradle, and the ice cream churn and
| the"
We'll, well, let's make the best on
it, Achsy"
"It'il be all over town." sobbed the
girl
"Yes, but"
"And ! can't 60 to church next Sun
day, and all the girls with their new
hats! ! won't wear the old one--I vow
1 won't"
you sha'n't, my dear. Well 20
into the city ourselves by the train,
you and T."
That's likely when fathers spent
all his money and yours too"
Look, here, Achsyl"
4ichsa looked. What did she see? A
big roll OF bank bills which her mother
fiourished IN the air over her head.
"Oh, Achsa! there's q hundred dol
lars. How he come by EN- / don't
know,an how he kept EN- | can't say;
but there they are. an it almost takes
my breath away to think where /
found EN-. He had rolled 'em Up and
put EN- for cork in the nose of the
kerosene can, an the can was full OF
molasses." She stopped now to
laugh. Eff he hasn't been on can
ter, then my name amt Santha Ann.
Won't he be ashamed? deacon OF the
church and ALL Oh, we've got him
well under! He won't dare to say
city to me for year to come; no,
not till the day of his death I'm go
ing to put the cradle in my bedroom
right afore his eyes, an the cream
| freezer, an lots o. things, an Pm GO
ing to 'propriate that hundred dollars,
too. / won't spend it all, though;
only make up for the things he didn't
get; and I'll buy a carpet too, Achsa,
so't he didn't git that &c DER in
vain"
ooh, mother!" cried Achsa, a.irring
her tears. GLOW soon can We cos'
"Wel; i caflate we can go t. day, If
we can git ready in an hole. The
widow says she'll stay here till we
come back, SOS to git tine dinner.
Well see how our shopping compares
with his, an we won't drink no bev-
erages either. But, Aschy, l s'pect
if We weren't the victims. we'd split
our sides laughing over the deacon's
purchases"
When Mart wokeup about O. clock,
he found his dinner ready ard his wife
and daughter missing. He had a con-
| fused idea that he had driven them
both from home, and was inconsol-
! able till the widow handed a note
from his wife, which ran thus:
"Mart fngram-You cum hoam
beestly drunk this morning at sun-up.
Amt you ashamed an you deckon Of
| the churchill
Now hev got to goe in toun to
git things RELY needed, an I've took
that numbered dollars you stopped up
the KEROSENE can With. 1t won't be
mic fault if doant spend every cent
OF it, thou doant know how you got
it-gambolled for it, perhaps. By
| the time | come hoam | hope you
will be soberl"
He was. He lived on humble pie for
a month, and wore sackcloth and ash
es in meekness and repentance Tor q
year. Never once did he ask for the
change OF his hundred dollars, but he
always looked meditatively at the
bright figured carpet which adorns
the parlor to this day, and which he
unwittingly conIured out OF the carpet
sweeper.
But he never touched wine again,
beverages" of every description, ex-
cept tea and coffee, he always after
ward declined. Mary A. Denison In
Harper's Bazaar.
| A Story of Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Among the "Recollections of Emil
nent Men" by the late Edwin 2. Whip