The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1889-11-08

the house while this here pow ow VA,
goin on. He's bee like fish out o
water ever sencc he knew il was goin
10 be-"
"Forc man. pore man" said Mrs.
Mol. I'm be hard on him to give
me up. but hos rot il 10 do. Ms
stren'th Is goin' faster and faster
every day. ] visit you'd tell PlIny
! want him. and then ia like you "a
make me some billed apple dunn plin' 1
and bile me piece OF cabbage. I'm
80 Jagged out I've got 70 have some
thin nourishin' for dinner"
There stood in the meadow lct sol.
itary oak tree. TO the shade OF which
Pliny always with irew when he was
In the mood for solitary reflection.
and he always came thither in his
hours OF deepest detection. lie
seemed TO find sympathy and strcngth
In the shcltering arms OF tho oak tree.
and u had been told all the joys and
SorrONs OF MS llfe-
| The good man was almost besids
himself on this bright and peaceful
June day. There was something SC
ominous in the presence OF those three
grave and gloomy-faccd doctors that
MIR. Moll could not stay under the
same roof with them. and he had fled
to the oak tree to remain there until
they had gone. Never had he beer
more depressed in regard to Mrs.
| Moll.
I'm afeerd they'll do her no good. =
he said. with his handkerchief 70 hi:
eyes as he lay under the branches oil
the tree. Nothing but maracle will
help Becky now. and the age OF mara.
Giles is gone. Poor Becky and little
Mr. Moll was weeping softly in his rec
cotton handkerchief when Aunt 'Cindy
found him.
Aunt Cindy was woman OF no lit.
| tie force OF character. and she thought
that there were not many OCCASION
when a man was justified in giving
way to tears She certainly did not
regard this as one OF these rare occa
sions. therefore she said. sharply:
''Well. Pllny Moll you ain bellcrin'
What for? II there's any thing to or,
fer amt seen ii nor yit heered it!'
20 'Cindy! was all Pliny said IL
reply to this. what do they sa,
bout Becky. Has she lived through
| it?-
well. she's alive enough to wan
cabbage and dumplin for dinner, Sc
reckon there's a lille ritality left
The doctors are powwovin out in thu
orchard. and Becky wants you"
Aunt 'Cindy had not come directly
from the house to the meadow. She
had stopped at the barn to see II she
could find some new-laid eggs for the
pudding she intended making for din
ner; then she had stopped to dig oper
a hill Of early potatoes to see II they
we're likely to be large enough for q
Fourth-of-Julv dinner. 60 that some
little time had elapsed since she lef
the house
you'd better como right in shs
continued to Mr.. Moll. .and If wa.
you. Pliny Moll. Td-for the land
saker'
Aunt 'Cindy had suddenly thrown nT
both arms. and she clapped her hand.
together as she cried out: THE house
is on fire. as sure as I'm a Twin
woman
Mr.. Moll roso to his feet with q
bound. and ran madly after the fleeing
Aunt 'Cindy. They met the doctors
at the back gate, and all ran intot the
house. Mr.. Moll crying out:
''She'll be scared and burned tc
death! Git Becky out first thing
We're comm. Becky! Keep cam
wen save your
The whole party rushed into the
front hall OF the house. and there they
bchcld a singular and unexpected
sight 1t was Mrs. Moll halfway
downstairs with huge fcather-bcd
on her back!
Becky Mollr" gasped her amazed
husband. why. Becky. you'll
''Now don't you lose your wits at a
time when you need EN- the most.
PIiny." said Mrs. Moll. sharply. It'll
manage this feathcr-bed. and you 60
up and begin THROWN things out Of
the winders. Don't you forgit my
black silk dress. You doctors better
pull up the carpets. and 'Cindy. you
git my gold band chany tea-set out all
right Ill come back and tend to my
silver spoons and forks soon as get
this new feather-bed out. Fly around.
all Of you! There amt no time to
lose!"
During the next fifteen minutes no
one flew around" faster than Mrs
Becky Mol. Notwithstanding the fact
that she was still clnd in long. white
nightdrcss. with her feet thrust into a
pair OF Pliny's old carpet slippers.
After carrying the feather bed across
the road. and pitching It over the
fence OF field in front OF the house.
she ran back and personally directed
the moving OF the other things in the
burning house.
sect my winter cloak, Pliny." she
shouted up the stairs. Its bran