Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1888-06-28

taDsplanled. ! give up; but say. here
is 2 cents You send letter down t
brother John and he will be up her,
in day or two"
'Wly, husband. the mail only goes
once n week. and then he will BIZ
three days coming up on tho stage.
| and. Furthermore. it will cost shil.
ling-l2 cents send lotter tc
Albany"
Say" said Blewit:, Just bury me.
will you? l 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. aud
she wetled u cloth and laid it on his
forehead, as she repeated to herself
Telegraph what a funny wordr'
Blcwilt was in despair. Could it be
that all the common things OF life were
to him dream' 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. He
was willing TO swear that he had once
owned II 60 meadow where that wood
was. Backed up against the log fence
was an oX-cart with a neap rs large as
a 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 N.
Blewitt was n man of determination,
and he arose from the lounge and
went to the door TO consult with his
W fe.
"Maria." said he, "there has been
enough of this fOolishness. You stare
ut everything ! talk about, and can t
locate myself. or seem to fay in with
my surroundings. Now. will you just
answer nc one question:"
Certainly J will if l understand it."
said she.
well, then. who is president Of
these United Statos?"
why. John Adams. of coruse," she
said.
Blewitt sank down and whispered
"rhcn you never heard of Cleveland
swinging round the circle?'
NO. never" she answered.
"Then 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 NEE ting ii S
wife, Of whom he was somewhat proud.
had put on Il dress with waist about
nine inches long and skirt so tight
she could hardly walk. and on her head
such n bonnet II made Blewltt hold
bis breath, but he had got through talk
ing. The boys had on suits of full cloth
and shirt-coIlars seven inches wide.
Blewitt SIN. led but said nothing. AL
last Mrs. Blewitt came to him and ask
ed him if ho was going to church.
Certainly, certainly" said he ANY
thing to accommodates. Tell one of
the boys to hitch horse on to the top
carriage"
TOP carriage? There you go
AGAIN"
well. them" roared Blewitt. "hitch
on to the slone-bOat, II 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 pilion be-
hind" sa q the wife.
"All ght, said Blewitt, and away
they went.
Bcwitt made some adverse remarks
about the singing at church, which
was led b. deacon with a fiddle The
sermon was too long, too 1t lasted
two hours. On his way home from
church his vito appeared 10 be in fear
of something and urged him TO hurry
up. He asked her what Il led her, and
she told him, in trembling voice, that
his queer talk hal made the min s;er
think him bewtched. and she feared
he would be killed or drowned.
"What kind of country is this,
anyhow asked Blcwitt.
Then Mrs. BIcwilt reminded him
that in Now England several had 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 BIewitt." as he
clapped spurs to his horse.
Away they went, rattle-tC- 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 log bridge over II brook, and
they struck it SO hard that down il
went. Blewilt and horse and wife.
and with II yell of despair he awoke -
yes, awokr. for tho chair had tipped
too far back aud he was in heap on
the floor. with his head in pan of APP
pies and his feet in Mrs. Blewitt's
waste basket. He heard tho rattlin 9
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.
riage and was just taking out his daly
mail, and had offered him II telegraph
dispatch about his hops. His wife was
putting in II tenor to the racket witt
II sewing machine in the front room.
and the hired girl was blackening the
cooking range.
With a pleased smile Blewitt saunt.
/ Ctot oNt " INC NuCdl anu uS TIE
reaper stopped. he said: Darn the
good old times! These ere times is
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?"
''Ncver 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 TO Barnum's circus to- morrow
and cut the wheat next day."
He looked down at his Diagonal
pants and white Marseilles vest and
muttcred as he went TO the house
Darn the good old times! These ere
times will dew fur men'-rof Gouge.
sn Albany JonrDh
Origin of Two Famous Hymns.