The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1888-07-06

me. But l was jest putin in my sweet
min into my cherry. pies, and felt it my
duty to be calm. So l composed myself.
and KEEP on with my work, and heard 'em
a talkin' and 4 sympathizin' with each
other.
"Ohr' said Solomon, in a mournful voice,
II can tell you, wilder Doodle, thele are
tender memories in my heart for that
woman. When | think now good dispo-
sitioned she was, how she would get up
and build fires in the winter, without say
ing a word, it seemed as il my heart might
break"
81 love to build fires" says sister Doc
die. Il always used to build the fire,
when | was a livin' with my Doodle"
"Did you, widder? | wished you had
known the corpse. I believe you would
have loved each other like sisters"
His tone sounded considerable chirker
than it had sounded, and lie went on. 81
believe you look ike her, wilder. You
look out Of your eyes as she looked out of
her'n; you put me in mind of her"
The widder's voice seemed some chirker,
too, and, says she, you must chirk up,
Mr.. CIPHER, you must look forward to
happier days"
81 know it," and he put on the tone he
used to evenin' meetin's. 81 know there
is another spear, and I try to keep my
mind on it; a happy spear, where hired
girls are unknown, and partin's are no
more
81 hate hired girls says sister Doodle,
almost warmly.
"Do you, widdei? Do yon hate emp
says he, in almost glad tones, and then
says he, in real convinced axents, "You do
look like her, know you do; | can see it
palmer and palmer every minute. Oh,
what a woman she was. So afraid of in
fringin' on men. She knew her place so
think she was my equal, not if | had
knocked her down. How many times she
had said to me that no woman was strong
enough to go to the poles, and she had
rather dig potatoes any time, than TO vote.
She was as good as a man at that. Many
a time, when I would get backward with
my falls work, she would 90 ont on the
lot and dig as fast as | could"
81 love to dig potatoes" says sister
Doodle, ''and no money would have me to
vote.''
"You do look like her, wilder. If my
own father disputed me on it, I'd stand
my ground. You look like her, you made
me think on her"
"Well, then, You must think on me all
You can; don't be delicate about it at all.
I'd love to think l could chirk you up and
be a comfort to you in that way or any
other"
"You do chirk me up, widder. l feel
better thar I did feel when I came here
to-day"
"Well, then you must come and be
chirked up oftener."
81 will, widder."
Come Sunday night, or any time"
81 will, widder, will"
must say that, as | heard her go on, |
couldn't help askin' myself this one math-
ematical question, and doin' in my mind,
this little sum in figures:
Samantha, ort from ort leaves how
many? And how many to carry9."
And though I answered myself, calmly
and firmly, tort" still l realized that fig
ures are made to differ from each other in
value and glory, from figure one, clear up
to figure nine, and ''orts' u~abeknown to
them. And if sister Doodle wouldn't never
be killed for KNOWN too much, still she
was a clever %critter, apd what little sense
she had run to goodness, and that is more
than could be said OF some folks essence;
some runs to meanness every mite of it.
| was just thinking this over, when |
finished up my last pie; and ! washed my
hands at the sink, and went and carried
'em ont and put EN- into the oven. And,
as l did so, | said, Good mornin', Mr..
Cypher,' in Just as friendly and sympa-
thizin' a way as them words was ever said.
| then went and done up the dress and veil
ready for him and laid them on the table.
And, thinkin' that | must say sumthin to
comfort him up, | says to him, in eonsolin'
axents, THAT she was a likely woman,
and dared to presume to say, was better
off than she was here"
But, | thought my words was said with
such a good motive, he didn't seem to like
'em, and he spoke right up, and says he:
81 don't know about that. | don't know
about her bein' better off. 1t was only a
year G last winter, that | bought her a
new calico dress, and carried it home to
her UNEXPECTED. And on her last sickness,
she took it into her head that she could
eat some chicken, and though we had hall
a barrel of pork in the house, went right
out that same day and killed a men. |
lone well by her, and | don't know about
her bein' better OF, | don't know about
it,
| heerd my pies a sizzlin' over in the
oven. and | fastened to their relief. And
while | wus 4 turnin' EN- round, solomon
took the bundle often the table and started
OFF. The widder. that clever %critter, went
to the door with him. She said sumthin
to him, | couldn't really hear what it was,
ne was turnin' nv last pie. as she said ii.