The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1889-12-19
JONAS WEDDING TRIP.
Uncle Prickett. Delivers Some
Sound Advice.


II never thought to come to this, :"
said Mrs. Akin, dolefully, as she
looked around the disordered kitchen.
"And the cream all spelling for the
lack of some one to churn, and the
young turkeys all down with the pip,
and the white calf ailing, and me tied,
hand and foot, like thisr'
Don't fret, mother" said Jonas.
who, after most clumsy and man-like
fashion, was frying potatoes over the
fire. "ltll all come right
''It can't all come right, said Mrs.
Akin, jerking out the words between
the spasms of rheumatism. Every
thing will go to rack and ruin. o, dear.
Jonas, you'll have to hire help. The
men are coming next week to cut down
the grass in the forty-acre medder-
four Of EN-. and all expecting to be
boarded here, and the doctor says it'll
bel chance if get back my strength
in six weeks.
4 can put 'em off, mother" sug-
gested Jonas, cheerfully.
And spoil the finest hay crop we've
ever growed,n = said Mrs. Akin. 'sThat
will never do. Hired help is the only
way out Of it,
4 don't know of any one to be
hired, said Jonas, dishing up his po-
tatOes in way that struck a chill to
his mothers heart. There's Phebe
Potter. but she asks two dollars a
week.
"She must be crazy" said Mrs.
Akin. What does she take people for,
lWonderP Twelve shillings is an exor-
bitant price for any girl to expect. No
one can earn it.
''Euretta Clay?"
Mrs. Hopkins had her once. She's
as slow as Old Time, and untidy al
that
Jonas was silent; his resources had
evidently reached their limit. He be-
gan to cut the bread in big, irregular
chunks.
Thinner Jonas. thinnerr cried his
mother 20, dear, what a squealing
them pigs keep up; they know it's past
their regular feedin' time, as well as
hough they were Christians.
4 guess the pigs Il keep" observed
pallosophic Jonas, trudging slowly
eoWn cellar after pat of butter. Mrs.
AKIN moved uneasily in her chair, and
uttered groan.
y, dear! oh, dear! we never can get
along this way" mused she. '.Some.
YES
Ihe curly head and sunburned face |
appeared at the top of the cellar stairs,
IKE the Good Genii coming up through |
1e sage floor in the pantomime.
narriedP
!. Jonas set the butter-plate down on
me table with bang.
"Me@ said he Good Lord, motherr'
a. exclaimed, ''what are you thinking
why, Idon't see any better arrange
neas said Mrs. Akin. you're six
aaa-twenty, and I m gettin' feebler and
~ more good-for-nothin' every dav.
lnere amt no gal we can hire short of
we've shillings week. A wife would
s0ue great deal cheaper, Jonas-and
sHs wouldn't want no clothes for a
paf' at least-and she'd sort o. take
interest and do lots o. things a hired
~ wouldn't undertake! There's Let
u. ! hooper, Jonas, she's a right smart
s@,riag gal, and as pretty as picter.n
e Sonas whistled; the idea commended
~. 49, g him, on further reflection, as
s'alnently practicable.
marked he. OHOns' -
=, Ot course it would said Mrs.
saa lAla. There's the new rag carpet
hoass NY iOr the loom, and the spring
81 agsas-eleanin' = not attended to yet, and !
~ ele MIX and butter. and the turkeys
~ & .ssosings, and the Young calves,
aoIlss"s vegetable garden-I sold three ]
esrsas .,s. WORTH Of green peas out of the
1lr;s-u 1su last year; and there's no sense !
spart : { nan TO make garden when any 8
lines. VT mOsnan can look arter it, odd {
d aaa aAo your clothes need attending t
na5a s. NY new alpaca dress ain't
sork - .. sad-why, la mel there 5 i
the plass s'arse women, at least. about
% and see Letitia Hooper $