Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1888-07-12

lounge. why don't you 90 down to
rakem's at Albany and git photographer ~
photographs" said the whole family:
what funny names he gets off in his
crazy fancy
Blewitt was too weak TO argue, and he
seemed 60 be somehow out OF sympathy
of knowledge with all mankind, so he
just lay still and watched the girls get
supper. He noticed that the board
was down and fire vas built in the fire.
place. A kettle was on the hearth ana
vas covered with live Goals. Soon he
saw the girls take out of tho kettle some
nice biscuits and he weakly said: 'tWhy
don't You use the cook stoveY" "Poor
pa" said Angelina, show he wanders.
Cook stove! Wonder what he means?"
Blewitt closed his eyes and thought
Bayley, his new neighbor, was a man he
could trust-that is, in anything but
money matters. He knew Bsyley was
badly in debt, but he was good fellow.
He would send for him; so he called his
wife and told her to send over for him.
''Why, you know said Mrs. Blewitt,
"Bayley has been in jail for debt the last
ten years"
On ail-for- debt" said Blewitt;
mere we are again; / have been trans
planted. l give up; but say, here is two
cents. You send letter down to broth
or John, and he will be up here in day
or two"
"Why, husband, the mail only goes
once a week, and then he will be three
days coming up on the stage, and fur
thermore, it will cost shilling
cents-to send letter to Albany"
Say" said Bewitt, "just bury me.
will you? don't belong to this century!
Stage coaches twelve cents posta ge
Telegraph him, thenn
"There goes another new word" said
his wife in solemn voice, and she wet
ted cloth and laid it on his forehead, as
she repeated TO herself, telegraph"
what funny wordw
Blewitt was in despair Could it be
that all the common things of life we've
TO him a dream? Had he ever ridden on
the carsl Did he ever own a moving
machine? Was there ever a telegraph
pole in front of his house? He turned
his eye and looked ont. He only -aw the
tall post and long pole of the we'll sweep
Along the other side of the road ran a
dense forest. lie was willing to swear
that he had once owned a nice meadow
where that wood was. Backed up against
the low fence was an ox-cart with a neap
as large as Young libelty-pole. Down
cellar he could hear the banging of an
old-fashioned churn. He looked up the
road to the east and saw the road was full
of great hemlock and pine stumps, and
over it the doctor was coming on horse
back, with saddle-bags before him.
Blewitt was n man of determination,
and he arose from the lounge and went to
the door 10 consult with his wife.
"Maria," said he, "there has been
enough of this foolishness. You stare at
everything talk about, and | can't To-
cate my self, or seem TO lay in my sur
roundings. Now will you just answer me
one question:"
"Certainly will if | understand it,"
said she.
"Well, then, who is president of these
ERE United States?"
"Why, John Adams, of course," she
said.
Blewitt sank down and whispered:
"Then you never heard of Cleveland
swinging around the cirole?n
"No, never" she answered.
in bag and lay me away up in the gar
ret. / have got through" said Blewitt,
and he went back TO the lounge and fell
asleep.
When he awoke it was Sunday morning,
and the whole family was stirring around
getting ready for meeting. His wife,
of whom he vas somewhat proud had put
on dress wit The waste about nine in
ohes long and skirt so tight she could
hardly walk; and on her head such e bon
net! 1t made Blewitt hold his breath,
but he had got through talking. The
boys had on suits of full cloth and shirt
collars seven inches wide. Blewitt smiled
but sale nothing. At last Mrs. Blewitt
came to him and asked him if he was 60
ing to church.
'Certainly, certainly" said he, "any-
thing to accumulate. Tell one of the
boys to hitch horse into the top car
rage"
crop carriage! There you go again"
''Well, them roared Blewitt, Glitch on
to the stone boat, hitch on to the oKcart,
hitch on to anything. Have your own
way"
"Why, we will go on horseback-you
on the saddle, on the pillon behind, y
said the wife.
"Au right" said Blewitt, and away they
went.
Blewitt made some adverse remarks
about the singing at church, which was
led by deacon with a fiddle. The ser
mon was too long, too. 1t lasted two
hours. On his way home from church
his wife appeared to be in fear of some
thing and urged him to hurry up. He
asked her what allied her, and she told
him in trembling voice, that his queer
talk had made the minister think him be-
witched, and she feared he would be burn
ed or drownded.
"What kind of country is this, any
how asked Bic witt.
Then Mrs. Rlewitt reminded him that
in New England several had thus died,
and that every body believed in il aud the
church was death on witchcraft.
"Then guess We better light out from
here" said Blewitt, as he olapped spurs
to his horse.
Away they went rattle-te- bang, over
stumps and logs and stones, and there
was a rattle and roar behind him and he