Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1889-12-03

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helm Becky now. and the age oil mara
cles ia gone. Poor Becky and niue
NJ Mol was weeping softly in his red
cotton handkerchief when Aunt Cinoy
tound him. -.
Aunt Cindy was woman OF no NJ
lie force of character, and she tnough'
that there were not many occasions
when a man was justified in giving
way to tears She certainly ala ho'
cegard this as one of these rare occa-
sions, therefore she said, sharply
..Well. Pliny Mol, you ain t bellerin
What forp If there's any thing to cry
fer 1 amt seen it nor yit heered it,
80 'Cindy!" was all Pliny said In
reply to this. What do they say
bout Becky. Has she lived through
it?"
"Wer, she's alive enough to want
cabbage and dumplin's for dinner SO
I reckon there's a little Vttal1ty lett.
The doctors are powwovin' out in the
orchard, and Becky wants you.
Aunt 'Cindy had not come directiy
from the house to the meadow ohe
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 open
a hill OF early potatoes to see II they
we're likely to be large enough for a
Fourth of-July dinner. so that some
little time had elapsed since she ieit
the house.
you'd better come right in" she
continued to Mr.. Moll, land If l was
you, Pliny Moll, Td-for the lands
saker'
Aunt Cindy had suddenly thrown up
both arms. and she clapped her hands
toge ther as she cried out: THE house
is on fire, as sure as I'm Twin
womanr'
Mr. Mol rose 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 into the
hou %. Mr.. Moll crying out;
She'll be scared and burned to
DEATH Git Becky out first thing!
We're comm. Becky! Keep CAIN
we'll save you'll"
The whole party rushed into the
front hall OF the house, and there they
beheld a singular and unexpected
sight. 1t was Mrs. Moll halfway
downstairs with huge feather-bed
on her baok
Becky Moll!' gasped her amazed
husband. why, Becky. you'll
Now don't you lose your wits at a
time when you need EN- the most,
Pliny," said Mrs. Mol, sharply. "Tll
manage this feather-bed. and you go
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. I'll 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
loser'
During the next fifteen minutes nc
one FLEW around faster than Mrs.
Becky Mol, Notwithstanding the fact
that she was still clad in a long, white
nightdress, 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.
"Get my winter cloak. Pliny," she
shouted up the stairs. Its brar
new, and it's got to do me five year,
yit! Here, DR.. Philbrick. you ant
DR.. Peevy carry out the parlor sofy
'Cindy, 'Cindy, fly around Ge
ev'ry thing out of the pantry"
When the nearest neigh bors arrived
the whole second story Of the hous,
was in flames, and it was unsafe t,
enter the lower part. Mrs. Moll hat
been the last to leave She cam
rushing out with a family heirloom
a big b!ue-edged platter-in one hant
and pewter teapot in the other. Car
rying them to a place of safety, sh
climbed over the fence and droppe,
down on the feather bed, saying as sh
did so:
"Pliny, bring me quilt or some
thing to throw over me! look scand'
lous! I'm afeerd this'll give me a.
awful back set! Well, DR.. Philbrick
what do you make out is the matte
of mep'
There amt nothing the matter Q
, you, Becky Moll; that's what Their
amt" said DR.. Philbrick, tartly, a
ne mopped the perspiration from hi
crimson brow. ''Ain't that so, DR.
Peevyp"
"4es. it is said DR.. Peevy, briefly
as he gathered M his sadd,e-baos
) "Hoboson thinks so, too, don't you
g Hobbson?'
"Of course do!'' replied DR.. Hobt
. son.
This was far from the conclusion a
3 which the learned doctors had arrive
while In the orchard but the opinion
Q OF the most learned men are subiet
to change. They had made some ne,
s discoveries as to the patients cond
;, tlon-Tevealed by the events of tn
hre-which had literally thrown ne,
hgnt on their Investigations.
81 should think you'd be ashame
e to talk to dyin' woman like thatl
y said Mrs. Moll, rising from her be