The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1886-03-12
s. .sTuTsoN's SOFT SOAP.

' Aoey orstwo, ana then Jsbe could be srared to
hslpa . little about the house for I must get
my work ketched up while We have good
weather.
s Yes. there's allus something ye can't do II
don't rain, and ye can't do IL il does I de-
clare for 1t, I'd like to know what on airth
would become on us oil If 'twan't for me to
look after things"
Come. come, mother, don't fret any more I;
we don't want q cloud In the kitchen when
there ANT none outside
Wal, I've got something else to do besides
peekin' at the weather; and If you amt it's
time that you had" ("
Giles Stutson was . farmcr-a man of good
habits, honest in his dealings with his fellow
men-who, in his youth, had married Judith
Mcintosh.
"A smarter girl never trod shoe leather. So
said the elder Stutson on tho morning of their
marriage.
They had, by the closest economy, acquired
asmsil fortune in the shape Of small farm,
located about two miles from Tho village Of
M.
Only one child had been given to them to
brighten their little country home, and this was
daughter, who, at the time of our story, had
just reached the age Of twenty years.
q Mrs. Stutsou, as you will observe by this
conversation. was one Of that peculiar type Of
women whose very life seemed to depend upon
scoiding and working, all at tho same instant
and the more she fretted and scolded, tho moro
work she accomplished.
The whole family had become SO accustomed
10 this that its only effect was, as Mr.. Stutson
once said, that,
II went In ono ear and out tother'
Wal, Giles, there's just this much about il (:
II that 'ar rack amt up by ten o'clock, I'll git
aeoms nails and drive up to hang that beef on,
mysslf I've got to clean that cheese-room to-
dsy and want that pile Of beef out Of my way
So saying. she went into the milk-room to
strain ;she mornings milk.
.Igsn no use arguing said Mr.. Stutsou to
Jabe, the hired man; when Judy gifts sot on
anything she II have her way, aud IL she says
she'll do athing she'll do it every time. But
i gusss that ohsese-room won't spile IL faint
cleaned t,-day, and the beef Is well enough
.ehep Il is s can't bother with It to-day, any.
!. = Having thus sxp pressed his oplaiap, he fol.
Ssl1sl .lAhs I, 4 fasxir ~ sunt6
clear away the breakfast.
q Having cared for the milk, Mrs. Stutson ap-
psared. and exclaimed, partly to herself and
partly to Marsha: S'' sef7
Whoever did see sieh men folks? They
think woman can get along anyway, no matter
how! Here is billed dinner to yet, them
aka md Nln thAu 10 NJ
room TO clean, and massy knows what, don't !!
Yes, and there's the donation party 10 tho par
sonage, tonight. Was ever woman so put to
il TO know what to do fust! l never was.
Wal, l shant 60 to the party, that's one sure
thing
why, mother, Of course you'll CO. said
Marsha.
'Of course shan't go! I've got something
else to do, besides going skylsrking round
nights. There will be enough Of 'em without
me. Let them 90 as haint got so much to do
rs hsve, Here, Marsha, you 60 into the shed
and from that box behind the door git me some
nails, and goto the wood-ple and fetch me the
hatchet, and I'll see what can do
All things being now ready, Mrs. Stutson,
D.,
started for the cellar, stopping on the top stair
to tell Marsha to
Be sure and>wash them greens clean, and
not be a-gaping out the winder 10 Tom Ryder =
Thomas Ryder was the son Of neghborin z
farmer, who had at sundry times shown Marsha
Ann some attention ut apple-bees, and candy
pulls, these incidents being sufficient to impress
the mother with the great respo ponsibility which
devolved upon her to keep q watchful eye upon
Marsha, lest Tom, who she thought was un-
unworthy Of such prize, should come and
rob them Of their precious treasure.
On reaching the cellar, she found o suitable
place over the pork barrel, where, to her mind
the beef would be
Out Of the way Of rats, and handy TO &c,
at, a. sic afterwards told Mr.. Stutson.
Having armed herself with hatchet and nails
she mounted the barrel, and prepared to drive
the first nail, when the barrel cover slipped
and splash she went-into what?
1t seems that Giles and Jabe had been there
before her, and in getting out some cider bar.
rels, had changed things about in such MAJ
ner that the barrel Of soft soap stood where the
pork should stand /; and she, in her haste, mol
noticed the change, had mounted the former.
Land o massey! What would that man d,
next, I'd like to knowf'
Making q plunge for the top Of the barrel
she tried 10 extricate herself, but each success
sive attempt proved only complete failure.
= What on arth's o body going to do in sucl
fxf Marsba Il Nsrshs Ann What csr
that gal be about MAT she don't come when
call herH Hanging on the fence, warrant, a
talking To- that Tom Ryder! / will Tom Ryde
the hull lot II / ever git out Of herer
just I" that m0msBs Marsha came through