The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1888-11-16
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"Boys, boys" eroaked the deacon, en-
crying from his room in the glories of n
blue suit With brass buttons and a pair of
shirt-collars that held his chin up at an an
ylO of fo1y-ive degrees, "ye haven't no
more manners than pack Of gypsies! Misa
Ruth, don't mind 'em-"
-Oh, | don't, l assure you, sfr," said
Ruth, laughing, Lewis, please give mo
the iron spoon from the nail by the dros
ser"
"I wish you wouldn't call me sir said
the deacon, with what would have been .
tender glance if the shirtcollars would have
admitted of it,
Ruth archcd her pretty syebrOwA
-What shall L call your
"Call me Obed," WAS trembling on tho
deacon's lips, when he caught the ten eyes
OF his sons fixed wOnderingly on him, and
the words never found utterance. The
deacon looked into the oven instead, and
eoushed sonOrously.
"fOu won't go TO church, Ruth
"Oh, / can't sir-Mr. Carey, I mean
The turkey must he looked after, and il
won't do 10 risk burning the pies"
We'll, boys" said the deacon. 1come
along"
'Can't stay and help Ruth - questioned
Lewis, young giant of nineteen.
"So, Won can't" said the deacon, brus-
quely. Pretty way o spcndin' the Cover
nors Proclamation Thar ksgiyin', to be
home round under Miss Ruth's feet. You'll
so To church, every skin on We, or my name
amt Obed Carey No son o mine STAYS
home from church on such . day rs this.
Where's JoeP
"IIe WAS out a-fodderin' the ereeters,"
sullenly answered John, the second son.
Joseph, joe" bawled the deacon, but
there wzs no answer.
''I guess he's gone to church" observed
Jared, who was giving his cONhide boots a
last tender application of candle-end in
front of the frc.
"He n-~dnt hs' been in such hurry"
grumh!jn"ly commented the deacon; but
Re arays had way of his own OF doing
things"
where. my wooden comforter?" next
demanded the deacon Hosea, go back in
the big corner cupburd fort"
IIss~S left of tormenting the eat to obey,
but he presently lifted up his voice aloud:
doors locked, father"
"No 'tsin't locked nuther," sharply re-
sponded pster-fsmilias- But he went to in
specs the '.cupJurd" for himself, neverthe-
less
well, II ever" cried the deacon.
(Which o you young misehiefs has got the
kew"
There was a shout Of unanimous denial.
The deacon looked round with lowering
brows.
''If that 'sre keys Lost Aims them
the church-bells? ,"
And, postponing the judicial investigation
unAll Lnr Tfl4-lOuS -tENlfrN OF the A1N
should be over, the deacon caught up a
stray TuUfI.er, twisted IL round his parch-
mrnt-likc tsroat, and sped upon his WAY,
with the five sons following in long array.
And Ruth skinner uzs left alone, only
for . moment, though. There wns an
oninous grating IL OF the wards of a rusty
lock in the corner cupbOard-doOr, and u
snioth-red laugh, and the next instant AR.
Joseph Carey, tall, handsome young fel-
low OF three cor four and twenty burst out
fa.I.A loci in fl..-ls
joe" cried Ruth, turning seaTlst
"Don't"'
"Don't? Nou mean do" said Joe, un-
ccrrmoniously taking Ruth round the waist
and lifting her fairly off her feet. ''Why,
thought should have stilled among the old
hats aud boots"
"But, Joe, it's wrong?"
at would have been deal wroRger, little
Miss Morality, 10 ait pretending to listen to
Ilder LonSs-ntcnce when nv heart in
the old kitchen 1t home with you. Now,
Zee here, Ruth, ia not going TO stand this
sny longer. Give me the big iron spoon"
Joe tird q towel deity round his slim,
well-mOlded waist, and commenced stirring
vigorously ~ the saucepan he took from
Ruth's hands.
"lsn't that richtP
"Ycs," said Ruth, dabioaaly; ~but you
uaustn't spatter So"
Conn, Ruth, you promised 20 give me An
Answer today"
Miss skinner shook out the folds of
snowy mass Of table drapery, and eyed it
thOushtiuliy.
as This the best tsble-cloth.'
"Ncs-nO-I haven't IN idea. Hang the
tshle-clOih, Pm not talking shout table
cloths Is it to be Yes or No, Ruth: ?"
"Oh, Joe, We are both 50 young"
"Nouseuse."
81 suppos. these napkins are the right
ones?7
''Do you suppose stood q mortal hour in
that cupboard, with NV nose up against the
buhsio Tohrs, To deride the question OF
napkins with you, ! will be answered."
"W-ll-but-what shall saw"
81 should say Nes, il l were In your
place"
Look here, Rsth," and Joe overturned
the saucepan in his enthusiaS,n- "IIere's
where It ~ Would you rather be my wife,
or nv stePmother"
Joe"
az, Il you hadn't rusrected it sIl along,
Won littie, demure kitten! Come, don't
ke-p in suspense"
lie put beth hi- hands, With q sort Of i'm
peratiVs tenderness, on her two wrists,
looking With his full, brilliant hazel eyes
into her shrinking, ro---red, smiling face.
"i.et me 20, Joe. quick. The turkey u
seorchInS-I smell II ;"
"Not one stop" was the firm reply.
''But Is Is burning" cried Ruth, piteous-
ly. "Oh. Joe, please"
MOT until you have decided my dssttny.
Yes or Mo-"
s.Yrs tben vou nrovoIiuo feIIox'p
And Ruth, highly res-ntiny the kiss OF
passion which Mr.. Joe stooped 10 posse.
II az
.
hlnseit o. ran 70 the oven. -,
0u'ns-! knew IL "ouin DC! she
breSthed- -
vcvinx the royal bird over her shoulder.
III Jusi oeautituiiy bro"hed-
''No thxnks to YOU" said Ruth. pctulant-
ly shrugxinx her shoulders - she reclo~ed
the sven. after hS>ting and turning it, coB-
tent. in q most scientific manner Now,
help NJ, set out the table, for I'm getting
drcsdfully behindhand; and what will your