Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-11-01

hardly have dreamed of midnight assas-
sins, boarding house expenses, and cattle
feed, as did Santha Ann the whole night
long.
All would have been well, for the dea-
con at least. if, rs the sun rose and he
rose too, he had not applied to the bottle
for comfort Some way he dreaded to
meet Santha Ann, when he realized that
he had been all night coming home and
his befugged brain craved more of the
stimulant which had so bas ,ly betrayed
him.
At early sunrise the three women sat
down to breakfast. and that meal over,
came the thud of horses feet and a
shrill voice beating about the bush to the
time of I'VE w-won't" very loud) go
home till morning; we w-wOnt' tstill
louder ''go home till Sunday morning,
(hiCl anyhow"
Santha Ann looked at Achsa with the
heaTtbreak i'll her face.
Sanity (hicl ole girl, come out here
gee up Dob,-come out here, I've brung
ye home a thic) present-half dozen of
'em-come along, Santhy-long long
upSy dumpsey, Sanity Ann
Well, the disgraCeful truth was out.
Santha, seeing the horror struck face of
the widow, as well rs the pity in her
ewes, Strengthened herself at once. Her
pride took fire.
"Achsy," she said, with flashing eyes,
''your fathers been mighty lucky or he
wouldn't a took single glass o beer.
shouldn't wonder eff he'd made IA thou
sand dollars"
Then they both went out. The farmer
was literally singing happy. He sang as
he shook hands, sang as he unloaded,
roared when he saw the widow, and
wanted to dance with her; and finally,
after drinking strong cup of tea, he sat
down somewhat subdued, while the
widow discreetly left and went into the
kitchen.
We'll, Sanity" laughed her husband,
as the hired man took the horses away,
''see if haven't remembered ye' An |
didn't tech no liquor; l only took some
beverage once or twice" "
Santha Ann gave him look.
well, didn't, Sanity Ann; you can
look for yerself Them's the articles,
but don't know what they be" Then
he sat back and sang:
Come. ye disconsolate.
"Seems's if 'aint felt so musical in
CllUeu lot year ott- tHVlC . u val
pets sweeper an cradle, an an ice
screamer, an lots more things,
Man alives'' exclaimed Santha Ann,
IN dismay; what on earth do we want
If a carpet sweeper We haven't got a
carpet in this house,
Cit some, then, Sanity Ann.-git lots
of 'em; they're jest laying round loose at
that store. Git plenty, or the carpet
sweeper II be kinder lonesome" he ad-
ded, with n maudlin grin.
And what do we want of cradle?"
was the next question.
Well. il sort o. reminded me. Sanity
Ann. looking far back ard into futer
years, that we was all babies Once-all
babies oncel Sanity Ann, the reCOllec
ton was kind o subduin', an | sort o
wanted that cradle to- mediate over.
You know it's from the cradle to the
grave. The good Book tells us, Sanity
Ann, Beloved brethren, we're all pill
grims an travellers: an even Bunyan'S ;
'Pilgrim's Progress laid its infant head
in a cradle. So jest got it for a rcmem-
brancer, Sanity Ann-frOm the cradle to
the grave
He took out his handkerchief and held
it to his eyes. Achsa tiOunced out of the
room. and with an eXpletive not at all
filial ran up to her own room.
But what do you mean by an ice
creamer?" tearfully urged his wife, that
thing with the churn handle>"
THAT is it, Achsy Ami mean San
thy Jane; you kin make gallons of ice
cream fer AChsy an me"
But we never see ice here cried his
wife, at her wits end.
Hire Spot pond next winter, Sanity
Ann; jest hire Spot pond, the hull of it,
an we'll hev corner in ice ourselves
an make 'nough ice cream to last all
winter"
And what is this!" asked his wife,
picking up a large roll.
Lots o. sheet music for Achsy;
'nough to last her as long as she lives.
Got it at bargain, Sanity Ann-got 'em
all at bargains, horseshOes an all"
Santha Ann groaned. But Achsy
hain't got no pianner," she said despair
ingly. Nor no organ, nor anything"
1--WE can buy 'em, Santhy-lot's of
'em; they'll be handy to hev in the fam
ily," muttered the farmer, now half
asleep.
And this awful thing" Santha went
on, picking up hideous steeple crowned
hat 1.-The awfulest thing ever saw, and
the coarsest. It's mans straw hatH'
"'Taint. got it for Achs", n l got
it cheap, too"
This was too much The woman
threw the hat across the floor, stumbled
over bundles and boxes and farming i'm
plements, and made for the door. She
turned round for final question.
did you git something for suit of
clothesi" she asked, her facial muscles
contorted.
II did, Sanity Ami did" he an
swered, solemnly, with a side wave of
his right hand. II got fifty yards.
Make 'em loose, Sanity Ann-make 'em
loose; there plenty o material
Between crying and crying the woman
went out Of the room, and sat down in
the kitchen, almost ready to despair.
Well" said the widow. who was now
wiping up the last Of the dishes, mo onr
can't say but he's good prowider."
"I'd just like to hear anyone say any
thing about itr' muttered Santha Ann,
Indignantly, and the widow meekly sub
sided.
"WeIl, s'pose I must fill the lamps.
Thank heaven he did git the lie" said
santha. Its blessed mercy it didn't
roll out O. the wagon" And she went
slowly out in the hall, where the big five
gallon jar stood.
Through the open door she could see
that Mart had arisen and was staggering
round. He saw her lift the can, and
spoke: lyon bet your life, Sanity Ann,
/ had mis'able work keepin' that thing
from sploding. Iput my foot on it an
held my umbreller over it to keep it out
o. the moonshine, an the cork popped
out an stuffed it up best could. Don't
you never send me after no kerosene no
more
Il won't send you after anything, if l
know myself, " snapped his wife, and took
up the can.
MY gracious to goodness" she cried,
as she tried TO decant some of this fluid
into a smaller flask, what's this
kinder looks like m'lasses," said the
widow.
"Oh, heavens! it is! When will my
troubles end'" sobbed Santha Ann.
Five gallons of good sweetening utterly
Spniladi do think that's the straw too