Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1888-08-10
"MISSUS.'
BY KATE A. BRADLEY.

II say, Missus, dye want onythin'
from the store? Pm gOin to town to git
tn mare shod agin the plOwin' temorrer. {"
''Missus" looked scornfully over the
washtub at the shifty, uneasy figure in
the doorway
"The mare, She's gone with only one
shoe a good three months, an now she
must be shod agin the plowin! But
thet's only an excuse to git with yer low
cronies in town, an We mought as well
take tibet as anuther, fer We will go, spite
OF all tibet l kin say. Yes" she snapped
as an after-thought, ''you kin bring me
Il yard of eight cent cOtton-unbleache
md. Now git out, an spend the rest
g yer mornin' loatn' round some bar
Dom"
Mrs Loud, or. as she was more generally
called by her husband and few Scattered
neighbors, "Missus, " watched him drive
slowly off down the road behind the
patient mare without taking her arms
from The suds
Poor, shiftless creetur .''she muttered
''nuthln' but nuisance ennyway. Amt
no more use than a last years birds nest
Whatever | kun to marry him fer don't
see"
She wiped the suds off either arm with
her thumb and fore finger.
'Sam Loud :" she called, opening the
door sharply, ''ef you amt back fer yer
dinner you don't git emmy here, that's
all"
''Tharn' she exclaimed after a few
moments of steady rub-rubbing up and
down over the board, the rhythmic mo-
ton keeping time to con .5ordan's
Stormy Banks [ Stand" which was run
ming through her mind. THAT lazy
M fal> q oil %I.o, d,
told him to git half an hour ago Eff he
never KUN back 'twould be a 'tarnal
marcy"
Sam did not turn his head as Missus
launched after him her parting threat,
but logged slowly on, musing to him
self.
''Ef Missus 'ud only give a Teller a
cNance. Sartin the mare needs shOein'
bad; an mans got to see how things
is in town metimes--though l can't
never make her see it that way, some
how
"a yard O. eight-cent cotton" he re-
peated aloud, to fix it more firmly in his
unstable memory. can mebbe l kin
find some little thing to sort o. pac'fy
her, eff so bet as how | can git the mare
shod afore noon. An [ decIar' fort eff
l didn't furgit tibet pail O. waterr'
II ultIL, SIIdu90I 10 sam, was walk
ing along the road a little way ahead.
AT this point he stopped and looked in
tently up and down the broad, straight
highway, stretching in sight for miles
either way.
Good day, my man." he said, as Sam
came up to him; ''can you give me a
lift, as we both seem to be going the
same way?"
"Reckon kin, if you amt tew heftv."
returned Sam, cheerfully, pulling up his
horse; fur spell, IS fur S 90.
The man, from his clothes and man
ner evidently gentleman, climbed to
place beside Sam and listened silently to
that worthy's garrulous conversation
"Thet little red buildin' on yer lef'.
stranger" he was just saying, twas
whar l fust larned ter stick pins in the
schoolmarster's cheer, and ter Here
the man broke in suddenly. ''Tell me,
isn't that wagon on the road mile or
two back?"
Tibet speck way back by Tim Slo-
GUMS place? It's a wagin, sure huff,
but it's good five miles away. You
kin see it so plain kase theer's a hill
thar F."
isn't this branch road we are Just
coming to the road to Kingslow2" the
st anger asked.
'Spect it be, " drawled Sam, regard
ing him with slow surprise
My man." said his companion, hur-
riedly, ''if you will drive with ali your
might to Kingslow, III give you twenty
dollarsif you get me there in time"
Sam made no reply
''If twenty isn't enough. I'll make it