Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1888-11-28
Miss Joe's Experim emit.

Till Thanksgiving comes round.
Good Housekeeping.
Miss Joe's Experiment.
"Say, Clorinda Mis- Hough's Dead"
s'The mercys sakes you don't say
So" answered thin, shrill voice from
the chintz-covered rocker which held
Miss Clorinda Mills lean figure and fad
ed chalky face.
Miss Joe put her arms akimbo, and
looked at her with her habitual ex-
preston Of endurance. She was thin,
too, but muscular. strong, energetic.
'Clear grit" the neighbors said, but
she had all her life been oppressed and
depressed by this weakly, ailing, whin-
ing impractical sister. Ciorinda had
all the complaints any mortal frame can
entertain according to her own show
ing.
minister's wife, when on her tenth call
on the mills girls" as Stafford people
called them.
Lord, yes ~ snapped Joe. 'She's
had everything on the face of the Great
ed airth, save an except smallpox and
consumption. Them is to come"
With tiny house and garden of their
own, the interest of $4,000, and Miss
Joe's tailoring, the two women tried to
live, with no luxuries but Clorinda's
patent medicines, and no amusements
but Methodist meetings and a "posy
bed''
Mrs. Hough, well-to-do farmers
wife, who lived near by, had been one
of their most faithful and considerate
friends. She not only sent them pota-
ton nho 4 no,
season-with now and then Jug of but
termilk or halfa dozen eggs-but every
Thanksgiving she gave them a plump
chicken for their ceremonial pie, half
squash for pies, and a quart of cram
berries from the swamp on the upper
farm. 1t was a real calamity to them
when severe attack Of typhoid fever
took her out of her ground floor bed
room musty Tor want of sunshine-tO
the dry and sunny graveyard, gay with
daisies, asters, golden rod and the
heaven blue gentian.
"Well, do say it," rejoined Miss Joe,
''she's ben and lad the typhoid bad.
And she want real strong. Land we
shall miss her awf'lly."
She ought to hev took Rawle's Red
Receipt right along; told her so. l
told her she'd oughter doctor for them
faintSpelIs," moaned CiOrinda, rocking
harder than ever.
81 don't know about that, Clorinda.
Sometimes | think them things haven't
done you no great SIGHT o. good, and
you've took about all the was to take,
certain"
why, Josephy Mills You do
know how bad [ should ha' ben eft
hadn't taken 'em- Like enough I
should ha' been lying in my grave this
ten year eff hadn't ha doctored."
well, that's So; mabbe We would"
Clorinda continually, but she fled into
the shed and Gathered the pots when
ever her sister began to moan about
her poor weak back, her feeble diges-
ton, the neurology" in her knee, or
''sciatiky" in her hip. Just now, how
ever, they were both absorbed in Mrs.
Hough's death.
eve shall feel it dreadful, come
Thanksgiving" sighed Clorinda, whose
intirm digestive organs never quailed
before good dinner.
'Well, | hadn't thought ont in that
pint of view exactly" said Miss Joe,
cheerily. 81 don't know but what
it 'twould seem kind of folksv to hev
Day. Seems asthough I'd just as lieves
bors once in awhile.
''Why, how you talk / never heerd
of the Lords sendin' chicken an SQUASH
an cranberries to folks; faint really
what you could call NANNY, nor there
amt no sech miracles as NANNY and
quails in these DAYS."
"Well, the Lord helps them who
helps themselves, Clorinda, and / do
banker to be mite more independent
than we be, good many times. I've
got an idee, and I'm going to foller it
up. / saved them last squash seeds't
Mis- Hough sent us, and I'm going to
dig up corner in the garden an hev
hill O. squashes. can get road scrap
ms enough to manure 'em, an they do
say dish waters tust best to make
things grow and | can peg 'em along in
front OF the currant bushes, so'st they
won't swamp the beets'n things in the
beds. | b'lieve / can dot as we'll as
not"
"Wel, s'posin' We can? Squashes
amt chicken, nor cranbe'ries, nuther."
Il hain't got to the end of the idee
spiced currants Will be jest as good with
chicken pie as cranb'ry sass, and we've
got plenty to stew up an spice.''
faint no ways the same things
eaid ClOrinda, plaintively.
"Well, it's another thing, and that's
just as good, maybe better, tor change.
And concernin' chicken, why, we can
buy one o. them Bramy of Mis- Emer-
SON cheap while it's real little. I
shouldn't wonder eff she'd sell it for
ninepence."
II don't RELY see, Joe, why 'twon't