Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1888-05-31
No. never. che answered.


Then all right. Shoot me or pu
me in a bag and lay me away up gar
ret. Ihave got through said Rlewit,
and he went back to the lounge AM
fell asleep.
When he awoks it was SUNDAY
morning, and the whole family wer,
stirring around getting ready for
meeting. His wife, of whom he wa
somewhat proud, had put on a dres
with waist about nine inches lonI
and skirt so tight she could hardly
walk, and on her head such bonnet
IL made Blewitt hold his breath, bu
he had got through talking. Th,
! boys had oar suits &c fall-clCth SnS
shirt collors seven inches wide. Bic
witt smiled but said nothing. At Las
Mrs. Blewitt came to him and asked
him if he was going to church.
Certainly, certainly. said he, any
thing to accommodate. Tell one o.
the boys to hitch horse on to the
top carriage
Top carriagel There you 60 again.
We'll, them roared Blewitt, hitch
on to the stone boat, hitch on to the
OK cart. hitch on to anything Have
it your own way.
Why, we will 60 on horseback
you on the saddle, I on the pillion,
behind, said the wife.
All right, said Blewita. and away
they went.
Blewitt made some adverse remarks
about the singing at church, which
was led by deacon with fiddle.
The sermon was too long, too. 1t
lasted two hours. On his way home
from church his wife appeared to be
in fear of something and urged him
to hurry up. He asked her what
allied her, and she told him, in a
trembling voice, that his queer talk
had made the minister think him
bewitched, and she feared he would
be burned or drowned.
What kind of a country is this,
anyhow? asken Blewitt.
Then Mrs. Blewitt reminded him
that in New England several had thus
died, and that everybody believed in
il and the church was death on witch.
craft,
Then I guess We better light out
from here, said Blewitt. as be clapped
spurs tohis horse.
Away they went, rattle.te-bang,
over stumps and logs and stones, and
there was a rattle and roar behind
and he knew they were after him.
They came to a log bridge over a
brook, and they struck it so hard that
down it went, Blewitt and horse and
wife, and with yell of despair he
awoke-yes, awoke, for the chair had
tipped too far back and he was in a
heap on the floor, with his head in a
pan Of apples and his feet in Mrs.
Blewitt's work.basket. He heard the
rattling yet, and he looked out OF the
window to discover its source, and
saw that the boys had started the
reaper in the field of wheat. One OF
the girls had just driven into the yard
with the top carriage, and was just
taking out his daily mail, and had
offered him telegraph dispatch about
his hops. His wife was putting in a
tenor to the racket with a sewing
machine in the front room. and the
hired girl was blacking the cooking
range.
With a pleased smile Blewitt saun-
tered out to the wheat field, and, as
the reaper stopped, he said: Darn
the good old timesl These ere times
10 good enough for me.
What's that. father said John. i
thought you was in favor of the real,
\
honest, reliable. good old-fsshioned
times of a 100 years ago?
Never You mind. John. said the
smiling father. You can 60 down
and buy that Thompson colt you've
been wantin' and let Charley have
your side-bar buggy; and-say. il the
wheat amt takin no hurt, you may
90 down to Barnum's circus tomorrow
and cut the wheat next day.
He looked down at his diegons
pants and white Marseilles vest and
muttered, as be went to the house
Darn the good old timesl These 'er,
times will dew fur mel'-Prot. Goto
ia Albany Journal.