The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-12-31

ed. But the marketman always tnreW
a basket in on every two dozen. He
always did. he said, when one bought
for a hotel.
':At home, you know" said young
Calliope, with the candor ofyouth, Sin
the city. you know, you can't have
more'n a preserve dish of Strawberries
at IA meal. They are so beastly dear;
but here, where you get 'em for moth
ing you can eat a bowlful."
Did l tell you that Peggy was gone?
She was. She went the second morn
ing. "And I'd like to know what
you'd be naming by hiring me for two.
and giving me a dozen to work for?"
she had said; ''and 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 l do be goin' crazy"
l could not defend myself. l could
| only promise her a silk dress if she
would stay her month out
I'D have nobody left to put it on. if L
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.
l sat up all night to pare potatoes
and turnips, lay the fire and do all I
could, and l became a 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 piumped 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 a chit like her.
Then Mr.. Calliope had an argument
with Mr.. Mulligan on religious SUBJ
jects, and gravely inquired whether I
did not think it was wrong to have a
free-thinker in my house. Then the
argument waxed louder as Miss Nit
tens who was High Church, contended
with Mrs. Calliope, who was a Metho-
dist.
Then young Calliope kissed Miss Nit
tens in the front garden, and Mr.. Null
ligan had words with him about it,; and
at last the unlucky Bangs familiar
spirit hunted him up and began to run
on the walls, tip the dinlng-table, made
him go off in a series of starts and
jerks at inopportune times, and at last
forced him to write a ''communica-
ton" in which the spirit of Voltaire
called Mr.. Calliope a misguided wan.
derer from truth"
That day, as l came home with the
strawberries. / met Fishers wagon go
ing down to the depot. 1t was full
of Calliopes.
"Adieu, my friend" said Mr.. CALI
ope. 1--WE are going. W. grieve to
part, but we must go. Table tippings
and such denominations are too much
for u.s."
"And that forward hussy!'' said Mrs.
Calliope. "Ahr"
"And that fellow with the u
tachesr' said young Calliope. II say,
Mr.. Turtledove, why don't you kick
him outP"
Miss Calliope only tossed her head.
A little further on / met a light
wagon; in it sat Mr.. Mulligan and
Miss Mittens.
'Good-by. old fellow" cried Multi
gan. II say, you've got in with nice
lot. It's only respect for your wife
that has kept me from trouncing them
-some of 'em."
Miss Mittens was in tears.
Further on still ! met Bangs on foot,
who, as ! learned on getting home, had
left because Mrs Turtledove had pro-
tested against the heavy wrappings on
the kitchen ceiling.
II have been impressed to leave you,
my friend" he said, solemnly. Fare
well. Verify. scofers shall have their
reward"
So our friends were gone. They
didn't go in peace, and that we regret
Al. h,f of;ll fhav wara rono ona l;fo