Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1888-06-28
Blewitt "Bayloy has been in Jail for

tansplanied. give up; but. say, here
is 2 cents. You send letter down to
brother John and he will be up here
in day or iwo."
why husband. the mail only goes
once week, aud then he will be
three days coming up on tho stage.
and, furthermore. it will cost shil-
ling-12 cents--to send letter to
Albany" ....
Say" said Blewitt. Just bury me.
will you? don't belong to this cen
tury. Stage coaches! Twelve cents
postage! Telegraph him, then"
There goes another new word"
said his wife in solemn voice, and
she wetlcd II cloth and laid il on his
forehead. rs she repeated 10 herself:
Telegraph what funny word!
Bcwitt was in despair Could it be
that all the common things OF life were
to him p dream2 Had he ever ridden
on the carsP Did he over own now
ing mach nep Was there ever tel
egraph pole in front of his housep He
turned his eye and looked out. He on
" saw the tall post and long polo OF
the well sweep. Along the other side
of the road ran a dense forest. Ho
was willing to swear that he had once
owned "a n GO meadow where that wood
was. Backed up against the log fence
was an ox-cart with neap as large as
u young liberty pole. Down cellar he
could hear the banging of an old fash.
Toned churn. He looked up the road
TO the east and saw the road was full
OF great hemlock and pine stumps. and
over il the doctor was coming on
horse back, with saddle: bags before
IN.
Blewitt was a man of determination,
and he arose from the lounge and
went to the door TO consult with his
W fc.
Maria" said he, 'there has been
enough of this foolishness. You stare
at everything talk about and can't
locate myself, or seem to fav in with
my surroundings. Now. will you just
answer me one question:
Certainly will if | understand it."
said she.
"Wcll, then. who is president OF
these United Statcs?"
why. John Adams. of coruse," she
said.
BIewitt sank down and whispered:
"ihon you never heard Of Cleveland
swinging round the circle?'
mo, never" she answered.
Then all right. Shoot me or put
me in bag and lay me away in the
garnet. have got through" said
Blowitt. and he went back to the lounge
and fell asleep.
When he awOke il was Sunday morn
ing, and the whole family were stirring
around getting ready for meeting. Ii S
wife. of whom he was somewhat proud.
had put on dress with waist about
nine inches long and skirt so tight
she could hardly walk, and on her head
such bonnet! 1t made Blewltt hold
his breath. but no had got through talk
ing. The boys had on suits of full-cloth
aud sh.rt-C0!Iars seven inches wide.
Blewitt SIN. led but said nothing. AT
last Mrs. Blewitt came to him and ask
ed him il. he was going to church.
Certainly. certainly" said he ANY
thing to accommodate. Tell one of
the boys to hitch horse on to the top
carriage"
TOP carriagee There you go
aga'n
We'll. them" roarcd Blewitt. "hitch
on to the slono-boat h tch on to the
ox-cart, hitch on to anything Have
it your own way"
why. we will go on horseback
you on the saddle. | on the pllOn be-
hind" sa d the wife.
"AlI gLt, said Blewitt, and away
thcv went
Blewtt made some adverse remarks
about the singing at church, which
was led b. 81 deacon with Il fiddle The
sermon was too long, too. 1t lasted
two hours. On his way home from
church his wife appeared 10 be in fear
of something and urged him TO hurry
up. He asked her what a led her. and
she told him. in II trembling voice. that
his queer talk hal made the min stcr
think him bewilchcd aud she feared
he would be killed on drowned.
"What kind Of Il country is this.
anyhow asked Blewitt.
Then Mrs. Hewitt reminded him
died. and that everybody bel eyed in it.
and the church was death on witch
craft.
Then guess we had better light
out from here" said BIewitt." rs he
clapped spurs to his horse.
Away they went, rattle bang over
stumps and logs and stones. and there
was rattle and roar behind. and he
knew they were after him. They came
TO a log bridge over Il brook, and
they struck it SO hard that down it
went. Blewitt and horse and wife,
and with Il yell of despair he awoko--
yes. awokc. for the chair had tipped
too far back and he WAS in heap on
the floor. with his head in pan of APP
piles and his feet in Mrs. Blewtts
waste basket. lie heard the rafting
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 car.
riage and was just taking out his da Iy
mail, and had offered him telegraph
Dispatch about his hops. III wife was
putting in tenor to the racket with
u sewing machine in the front room.
and the h red girl was blackening tho
cooking range.
With pleased smile Blowitt saunt.
cred out 10 the wheat field and rs the
reaper stopped, he said: Darn the
good old times! These ere times is
! good enough for me-"
What's that. fatherp" said John.
Il thought YOU was IN favor of the roai,
honest, reliable, good old-fashioned
times of hundred years ago?"
Never YOU mind John" said the
smiling father. You can go down
and buy that Thompson colt you We
been wantin', and let Charley have
your side-bar buggy; and-say. If tn,
wheat amt takin' no hurt, you may e
down 10 Barnum's circus tomorrow
and cut the wheat next day"
He looked down at his diagonal
pants and white Marseilles vest and
muttered rs he went TO the house
Darn the good old times! These 'er(
times will dew fur me"-PoE Gouge,
IN albany JOu'nr'.
Origin of i wo Famous HYMNS.