New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-01-06
An Idea That Warmed Her Feet

An Idea That Warmed Her Feet,
Louise, my DEAR said Gidaker tc
his wife one Sunday, as they were go
ing home from church, shave you ever
thought much about the Pilgrimage in
the Wilderness?n
well, no, hubby; not such a great
sight; and still I've thought about ii
some, too, and wished it was all to be
done over again said the good woman,
with faraway sort of sigh.
'.Done over again! Why, my love
what can you mean?'' said Gidaker
quickly, with eyes like exclamation
points on a poster.
q mean that it would be so Jolly tc
aave chance like that now
Like what, my dear?"
ITO join the picnic y
..Picnic?''
Yes, picnic, and one that would last
forty years, too, at that Wouldn't it
be delightful?''
Il fail to grasp your meaning, my
DEAR
Il mean that would like to have
chance in that sort of a barbecue N.Y.
self. It would just suit me to T, and
if another Moses would only come to
Chicago and give US chance to 90
through Lake Michigan and camp
around in Canada for forty years, and
have as nice time of it all that while
as they did on the other side of Jordan,
l tell you, hubby, I'd drop into the pro-
cession just too quick, and if I didn't
have sealskin coat and stemwinding
watch to take along with me it would
be because I couldn't borrow them in
the block before I started Wouldn't it
be grand? I'll declare, it fairly warns
my feet to think of it,
''What are you saying, Louise?''
''What am | saying? I'm saying,
you dear old blockhead, that camping
in the wilderness with no homework to
do would suit me about as well as any
thing l know Of No sweeping and
scrubbing; no house cleaning, carpet
shaking, or wearing out knuchles on a
dashboard; no pinching to make both
ends meet, and worrying about things
you can't afford. If that wouldn't be
nice, hubby, tell me something that
would No going distracted when you
have company unexpectedly and your
girl has gone away. No cooking, no
dish-washing, or anything to make you
get up early in the morning. Think
how nice it would be to sleep until you
got your nap out, and then find your
breakfast all ready and waiting for you,
on a bush when you get up; not only
now and then, but right along for a
steady thing every morning for forty
years. 1 know I'd like it. 1t would be
nearly as gay as being gypsy. Don't
you think so, hubby?''
you're person Of queer ideas, my
DEAR
"Maybe am; but if you had to drag
around like / do from morning till night,
till your feet got as heavy as lead, you'd
long for any kind of change that
would make the work lighter, I know
you would, and that's the reason why
always thought l would have liked that
trip down to Canaan myself 1t makes
me feel as though had on new dress
that fitted like glove every time l think
OF it. There's only one thing about it
| that would be hard to bear.''
"And what's that, my love?''
.'Why, never having your clothes wear
out, and going all that time without get
ting anything new to talk about. That
would be downright dreadful, as sure as
you live. If they'd only have something
nice from a millinery shop blow into
camp along with the quails now and
then, or something lovely from State
street drop down with the mama some
times, it would be just too grand for any
use, and nothing could be. imagined that
would suit me any better, unless it would
be having money Of my own to spend
whenever wanted it, without having to
/ go to market and waste it in provisions. y
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