Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1888-05-10


son. "and this affcctionate Aunt Sabina
Of your'n will make twenty-five. One
ov your affectonate nevvies" sails he,
"driv one OF my best horses TO death,
another one smashed new buggy all
to pieces and another went TO shoot a
rabbit and killed promisin' hcifer.
Gracious me why. could go on all
day, and then wouldn't hev enough
time to tell all the expense your rela-
tions hev put me to-"
Miss Jobson fell to cryin'.
II never laid straw into the way
ov your relations not comm, " sobbod
she. "they was alters welcome"
my relations r. exclaimed Mr.. job
son; "they hev no cause to go a.
spongin' onto nobody, they hevn't."'
Miss Jobson sobbed and sobbed.
"rll tell aunt when she comes that
you don't want her." sails she. firm
like, "and that she must go away after
a few days visit
"No." sails Mr. Jobson. rs II think
in. "no; we'd only make an enemy
ov her In that case, and from her let
ter Judge she'd be just the one to
run round to all the neighbors aud
tell rs how we he'd turned her out.n
Freshly was awful indignant at that
IA "No scch thing ~ cries she; AUNT
Sabina's a lady. real lady. She hes
lived in the city, and once was rich.
She's old, now and must hev lost her
money. heard as much from Uncle
John onct." sails she
$50 all ov 'em hev turned the cold
shoulder onto herr remarked Mr..
Jobson, kind oy softonin' like; ''still.
l don'twant no old woman a-pryin'
and a-meddlin' round here, and like
as not dyin' here. too. No. Freshly"
he went on. firmly, ''nol I'm goin' to
put a stop to the hull business. Leave
it to me, leave it TO me;" and then /
he ard him git up TO leave the room. so
l he'd TO git back to the kitchen as quick
as ever could.
A little while after seed him hitch
up the horses and ride of TO town; and
Miss Jobson went up to the spare room
and laid out her fine sheets. and put
up fresh curtains and looped 'em back
with brite blue ribbons, and put some
flowers into the vases. and done every
thing fer the poor relation that was
comm. jist as II she was the ancestor
who had signed the Declaration ov In
dependence herself
There was no two ways about It,
but Freshly Jobson he'd good heart
and thought nothin' too good for her
own family. / never knowed how she
would hev treated his'n, fer as far as
kin recollect none ov 'em ever staid
over to our house more'n meal or so.
Well, the next mornin' Obediah took
his wife by surprise.
"rm goin' to the station" sails he.
'arter Aunt Sabina myself. Freshly.
I'll 90 the honors on this occasion"
There was laugh into his eyes as
he said 1t.
"You2" sais she, kind Of doubtful
like, fer he never he'd done so afore fer
emmy ov her family. as fef as knowed
on, and, as hev said aiore, l he'd
lived there nigh onto nine years, or
more.
Yes" said he; and, sure enough.
he hitched up the horses hisself and
went
j could see Miss Jobson was awful
nervous, as the time went by, and so
was ].
May be he didn't go, arter all"
thinks /. "and only done that so as
Miss Jobson couldn't hev the team to
go herself"
don't know what was a-passin' In
Presilly's mind. fer she was too teehy
about her relations to gossip any thing
about 'em to me.
just rs l was maxim up my mind TO
say some thin about It, howsomever,
we see the carridge a-comin'i and be
fore long Mr.. Jobson was a-liftin' out,
sort ov sender like, a pale, sweet-faced
little woman with look onto her face
as tho she he'd seen lots ov sufferin'.
She leaned onto him fer a minnit. till
he passed out to her crutch. and then
they slowly moved up TO the house to-
gether.
II didn't know she was lame" said
Miss Jobson, thinkin' out loud; poor
little womanr' and then she hugged
and kissed Aunt Sabina till great tears
stood in the little woman's eyes.
Dear Freshly" says she, chokin'
like "you make my heart glad. you
do. indeedl' and then she sunk right
down and cried and laughed together.
never in all my life seed such a
sweet face. or heard so sweet a voice!
There was somethin' in it what went
TO your very heart, Jest like the low,
dyin' tones of instrument. you know.
"Pryin'," says to myself, remem-
BERN Mr.. Jobson's words. "and med
dim. Not she! There's nothin' mean
about n woman with sich voice as
that She's an angel, that's what she
is, and I'm ready to work my finger
ends of for her. / am."
might jest as well admit that I'd
been a-grumblin' some. too sence ]
knowed that another one was 10 be
added TO the family, fer / he'd got
pretty tired a-watin' on her folks and
gittin' only thanks fer It. and some
times not even that. If / hadn't n
grumbled I'd a-been lackin' in human
natur'. which is fact, II l do say it
myself
Well. at supper. see that Mr. job
son 'peared i'll at ease like. specially
arter Aunt Sabina he'd said grace.
"Help this household" said she. as
tho prayin'; bring em out ov the
shadow which hes fallen around 'em, !"
and something besides which | didn't
ketch. her voice dropped so, soundin'
as tho IL was full ov tears
Pisoilly Jobson looked puzzled when
the dear old lady was done, and rs fer
/ Mr.. Snhscn. he lnnkeh like n ricklnh