Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-10-02

against a post of the loom. Drawing
forth a ball of the shit am miss" rags
she SLOW ~ began winding il OH the
shuttle, which she hen passed TO and
fro through an imaginary warp. The
reed and batten bars ere gone, but
Mrs. Huff went slowly through the
motions of using them.
The amazed Mr.. Huff at once no
ticed that her eyes were closed, and
his belief that she had become a
stark, staring, crazy loonytic"
changed into the more agreeable
thought that she was simply sound
asleep. His eyes rested on the miss
ing carpet rags, and he mentally ejac-
ulated:
Brought 'em up here herself in
her sleep two weeks ago, by JinkS!
What's goin' to b.come of her if she
goes TO maxim carpets both when she's
asleep and awakei Her intelleckshel
reason will give way. That's whatll
happen TO her! No born woman could
stand it, and it'll be mighty hard OH
all of ms. She shan't make nary mother
carpet! Ill buy body bristles for ey'ry
room in the house first Harriet Diany
Huff, wake up and git to bed where
you blong!"
Mrs. HUFF did not waken, and Mr..
Huff hesitated before speaking again:
They say" he said 10 himself,
THAT it amt safe TO wake us sleep
walkers orSomnambulance suddenly.
Mebbe she'd have a tit if | woke her,
though she don'tcU OF "a fifty family.
I'll just see what she does"
A moment later Mrs. Huff slowly
left the loom, and with eyes closed.
shut the attic door behind her. walked
down stairs and returned quietly TO
her bed.
1T beats all" said Mr. HUFF, as he
quietly laid down beside her, but she
shan't NEEDLE with ca-pet rags no
more, she shan't!'
In the morning she aid while dreS.
ing, II dreamed boat weaving me "A
carpet at my old loom 'sst night. Tvs
had sev'ral such dreamA 'Stcly."
'Hevi' queried Mr.. Huff, dryly.
That reminds mo ths,1 want TO show
you something in he old loom room.
Come right up
Wait till after e.eakfast."
mo, I've got more time now"
There you air, Harriet HUFF" said
Mr. HUFF, dramatically, as he threw
open the attit door and waved his
hands toward the bag Of rags.
Gideon Huff shcsaid, as she sank
down ON al old hair covered trunk,
with her hands appraised.
I'D say Gideon HUH if was yop,
hc replied; then lac went un soleml.y,
occasionally shaking his finger toward
he.. Harriet Diany HUFF, aintgot
R.Ich 10 say to YOU. but what / do say
Is solemn and pcrticklcr, and mean Il.
You've made your last rag ~caiyel.
Your intelluckshcl reason Is gyin'
way under the strain oi il, 10 say
nothin' of our duds bein' cut mp fore
they're half wore out, and yuu in a
stiddy pickle and stew over your col
orin' and twisted stripes. You drug
them rags up here III your sleep, and
las night | ketchsd you up here goin'
through weavin' motions in your
sleep. Your medal brain powers is
becoming exhausted over carpet rags,
and you've got TO give 'em up for good
and all, premiums or no premiums. -
So Mrs. HUFF, greatly shocked when
told of her performances, did give up
all rag carpet making, although the
beautiful twisted stripe of her visions
and dreams became a reality as soon
as the rags could be carried 10 the
Widow v ats.
Dream provoking food at midnight
was also wisely given up in obedience
TO Mr.. Huif's demand that his wife
should do nothing TO impair her I'm
telleckshel reason
This is a true story, and the reader
a draw the moral from i'll. l..
Harbour in Youths Companion.