The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-08-27
"a WONDERFUL CURE"

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white snow?" asked Mrs. Getchey, fit
ting on her f~ar-sighted specs. as she sat
at the window upon a threatening Mon
day morning.
"Thati" said Aurilla Ann. "Why,
that's Mr.. Dorking Arranging out the
clothes!"
"Mr. Dorking!" repeated Mrs. Get
chey. "Why where's Mariar?"
Her daughter-in-la Aurilla Ann,
INDUCED in a short, snorting laugh.
"Up stairs in bed, I calculate" said
she.
"slck?" said Mrs. Getchey, in &C
cents of concern.
mo more'n I AMI" said Aurills Ann,
shaking tho 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 60
ing. Cranky, that's all. She always
was as odd as Dicks hat band"
"Eh?"
Mrs. Gretchey, a Western woman,
was evidently IMMERSED in local allu-
sions.
"Dont you know?" said Aurilla Ann,
with a chuckle. Dicks hat-band,
that went half way around, and tied in
the middle?"
"Ohp said Mrs. Gretchey. "But
Marian Dorking used to be as smart,
stirring a women as ever / see."
"She's took a notion t'other way, of
late" said Aurilla Ann. 81 declare, I
never in all my life felt as sorry a 1
do for Daniel Dorking. He's .dretful
p~eaceable, good tempered man, and
Marian treats him real mean. He does
oil the work of the house himself, even
to the washing and ironing, because
Marian 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,"
Saint they able to hire no help?" said
Mrs. Getchey, who had fallen back on
her knitting-work.
aWhy, 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," 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
~ to himself, was the subject of 80 much
solicitude among the surrounding fami-
lies, hung out his last wet and Tapping
sheet, secured it by a battered clothes
pin, and FASTENED, with blue nose and
frozen fingers, into the house.
"Marial" he spoke up the stairway,
which wound around and around like a
wooden cockscrew-"Marial"
4Well?" sighed o mournful voice.
@Shan't / make you a little buttered
toast?"
II don't care for no buttered toast
returned the funereal strains.
s0r fry ye an egg? Do try an egg
Maria-with q shaving o. bacon anS
some coffee! Ye must eat, Maria, o.
yen break down. For my sake, Maria
eat something
Only b sigh was the response.
But Daniel Dorking made the coffee
and fried the little slice Of bacon, wit
its accompanying eggs, speedily carry
ing the tray up stairs, where he opene'
the door By . Of q gentle impetu
with his foot.
Marta occupied the best room in til
house, that was very evident.
Al rag carpet, " in gray marco
and yellow strips, covered the floor;
cheerful wood fire blazed in the chin
ney the window was curtained wit
Turkey red; and Mrs. Dorking, proppe
up on 4 pile Of feather pillows, wa
surrounded with q variety or deyotions
books, a camphor bottle, and a fan.
"Ihe washin' is all out, Maria" Sal
poor, little Mr.. Dorkin and I've wipe
up the door, and set the kettle OF veg
etabIes back, whore it'll simmer and NJ
burn: Aud now I'll just step over /
tho flower mill.
And leave nae all alone, Daniel?
said his wife, 1ugnbriously.
The mill has got to be seen to. no
that Eliab johnson has gone on his WEI
ding-trip. = said Dorking. aAnd 4 ma