New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-08-08

pictures as that2" said Blewitt from
the lounge Why don't you 90
down to TAKEN S at Albany and get
photographic"
8 Photographs, said the whole
family, what funny names he gets
off in his crazy fancy"
BleWItt was to weak to argue, and
he seemed to be somehow out ofsynn-
pathy or knowledge with all man
kind, SO he just lay still and watched
the girls get supper. He noticed
that the freboard was down and
that a fire was built in the fireplace.
A kettle was on the hearth and was
covered with live Goals. Soon hesaw
the girls take out of the kettle some
nice biscuits, and he weakly said:
ssWhy don't you use the cook stoveY'
ssPoor pa, said Angelina, @how he
wanders. Cook stove. Wonder
what he means?o
BleWitt closed his eyes and thought.
Bayley, his new neighbor, was man
he could trust-that is, in anything
but money matters. He knew Bay
ley was BADLY in debt, but he was a
good fellow. He would send for him;
SO he called his wife and told her to
send over for him.
why, you know said Mrs. BE
witt, HBayley has been in jail for
debt for the last ten years
'sIn-jail-fordebt,' said Blewitt,
there we are again. / have been
transplanted. | give up; but, say,
here is two cents. You send a letter
down to brother John and he will be
up here in a day or two"
"Why, husband, the mail only goes
once a week, and then he will be three
days coming up on the stage, and
furthermore, it will cost shilling
twelve cents-to send a letter to Al
bany'
"Say," said Blewitttt, ssjust 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 a solemn voice, and
she wetted a cloth and laid it on his
forehead, as she repeated to herself,
Telegraph what a funny word!''
BleWitt was in despair. Could it
be that all the common things of life
were to him a dream? Had he ever
ridden on tile cars? Did he ever own
a moving machine? Was there ever
a telegraph pole in the front of his
house? He turned his eye and Hooked
out. He only saw the tall post and
long pole of the well sweep. Along
the other side of the road ran a dense
forest. He was willing to swear that
he had once owned a nice meadow
where that wood was. Backed up
against the log fence was an OK cart
with a heap as large as a young lib
erty pole. Down cellar he could hear
the banging of an old fashioned
churn. Helooked 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
horseback, with saddle bags before
him.
BleWitt was a man of determine
ton, and he arose from the lounge
and went to the door to consult with
his wife.
Maria said he, "there has been
enough of this foolishness. You
stare at everything I talk about, and
| can't locate myself, or seem to fay
in with my surroundings. Now will
you answer me just one question:"
Certainly / willif Understand it, :"
said she.
ssWell, then, who is president of
these ere United States?"
ssWhy, JohnAdams, ofcourse," she
said.
BleWitt sank down and whispered:
Then you never heard of Cleveland
swingin round the circle?"
mo, never, = she answered.
ssThen all right. Shoot me or put
me in bag and lay me away up
garrett. I have got through" said
BleWitt, and he went back to the
lounge and fell asleep.
When he awoke it was Sunday
morning, and the whole family were
stirring around, getting ready for
meeting. His wife of whom he was
somewhat proud, had put on a dress
with waist about nine inches long and
a skirt. SO tight she could hardly walk,
and on her head such a bonnet! 1t
made BleWitt hold his breath, but he
had got through talking. The boys
had on suits of full cloth and shirt
collars seven inches wide. Blewitt
smiled, and said nothing. At last
Mrs. BleWitt came to him and asked
him if he was going to church.
Certainly, certainly" said he,
anything to accommodate. Tell one
Of the boys to hitch a horse on the
carriage"
3Top carriage! There you go
again
''Well, then, roared Blewitttt, fshitch
on to the stone boat, hitch on the
OK cart, hitch on to anything. Have
it your own way
1sWhy, we will go on horseback
you on the saddle, / on the pillion be-
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