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

mere we arc again. i nave Deel
tansplanted. give up; but. say, here
is 2 cents. You send letter down to
brother John and he will be up here
in Il day or two"
.WIiy. husband. the mail only goes
once week. and then he will be
three days coming up on the stage
and. Furthermore, it will cost shil-
ling--12 cents to send a lotter to
Albany"
Say" said Blewit:. 'just bury me-
will you? don't belong to this CEN
tury. Stnge-coaches! Twelve cents
postage! Telegraph HIM, then."
There goes another new word"
said his wife in a solemn voice. and
she wetled cloth and laid it on his
forehead, us she repeated to herself:
Telegraph what funny word"
Blcwilt was in despair. Could it be
that all the common things OF life were
to him q dreamp Had he ever ridden
on the cars? Did he ever own a 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 pole OF
the well sweep. Along the other side
OF the road ran dense forest. Ho
was willing TO swear that he had once
owned II co meadow where that wood
was. Backed up against the log fence
was an oX-cart with a neap rs large as
young liberty pole. Down cellar he
could hoar 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 it the doctor was coming on
horse back, with saddlebags before
h m.
Blewitt was n man of determination,
and he arose from the lounge and
went to the door TO consult with his
W f..
"Maria,' said he, 'there has been
enough of this foolishness. You stare
at everything ] talk about and can t
locate myself, or seem to fay in with
my surroundings. Now. will you just
answer me one question:"
''CGrtainly ] will if | understand it."
said she.
"Well, then. who is president OF
these United States?"
why, John Adams. Of coruse," sho
said.
Bowitt sank down and whispered:
"rhcn you never heard of Cleveland
swinging round the circle?'
mo, never she answered
"Ihen all right. Shoot me or put
me in bag and lay me away in the
garnet. | have got through said
Blewitt. and he went back to the lounge
and fell asleep
When he awokc il was Sunday morn
ing, and the whole family were stirring
around getting ready for meeting. III S
wife. of whom he was somewhat proud.
had put on II dress with II waist about
nine inches long and a skirt so tight
she could hardly walk. and on her head
such bonnet! 1t made BlewItt hold
bis breath. but he had got through talk
ing. The boys had on suits of full -cloth
and shrt.cOllars seven inches wide.
Blowitt SIN. led but said nothing. AT
last Mrs. Blewitt came to him aud ask =
ed him if no 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 carriage? There you go
aga,n."
well. them" roared Blewitt. "hitch
on to the slone-bOat. il tch on TO the
ox-cart, hitch on to anything. Have
it your own way"
why wo will 20 on horseback -
you on the saddle. | on the pillion be-
hind" sa Il the wife.
"All r ght, said B!ewitt, and away
thcv went
Blcwtt made some adverse remarks
about the singing ut church. which
was led b. q deacon with tiide. The
sermon was too long, too. 1t lasted
two hours. On his way home from
church his wife appeared 10 bo in fear
OF something and urged him 10 hurry
up. He asked her what led her, and
she told him, in a trembling voice. that
his queer talk hal made the min s;er
think him brwilched. and she feared
he would be Killed or drowned.
What kind of country is this,
anyhow" asked Bcwitt.
Then Mrs. Blcwilt reminded him
that in Now England several hal thus
died. and that every boly bel eyed in it,
and the church was death on witch
craft.
Then guess we had better light
out from here" said Blowitt." as he
clappcd spurs to his horse.
Away they went, rattle-tc- chang. over
stumps and logs and stones. and there
was rattle and roar behind. and he
knew they were after him. They came
to Il log bridge over II brook, and
they struck it SO hard that down il
went. Blewiit and horse and wife,
and with II yell of despair he awoke -
yes, awokc. for the chair had tipped
too far back aud he WAS in heap on
the floor. with his head in pan of APP
piles and his feet in Mrs. Blewitt's
waste basket. He heard the rattlin Q
yet, and lie 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.
rage and was just taking out his da ~
mail. and had offered him telegraph,
dispatch about his hops. His wife was
putting in Il tenor to the racket with
Il sewing machine in the front room.
and the hired girl was blackening the
cooking range.
With 4 pleased smile Blewitt saunt.
cred out to the wheat field and rs the
reaper stopped. he said: Darn the
good old times! These ere times il
good enough for me-"
What's that, tatherp" said John.
Il thought Won was III favor of the real,
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 v,
been wantin', and let Charley hav,
your side-bar buggy; and-say. if the
wheat amt takin' no hurt. you may g,
down TO 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 cool old times! These 'er,
times will dew fur mev'-Prof Gouge
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