Beverly banner. [volume] (Beverly, N.J.) 1877-1964, 1889-12-28
THE MAKERS STORY.

out at the FAR farm.
She had made the day before one of
those delicious baked Indian buildings
of which few New England women
have retained the old fashioned for
mula, and the great milk pan full of
a rich brown mass like thick jelly,
the pitcher of yellow cream sweetened
well with maple sugar, the pile of blue
saucers, the sheaf of pewter spoons,
had been hailed with reclamation as
they appeared in separate basket,
after the usual quantum of buttered
bread, slices of cold salt beef, pie and
doughnuts had been spread on the
grass under the old pine tree by the
brook.
Delye drove off, dimpling and smil-
ing to hear the plaudits of the men,
for she cooked well and fixed to be
praised for it, as all women do.
How well it is that men do not real
ize how far kind words will go with
womenl We should be race of alb
ject slaves if only we were praised and
smiled on enough. And Delye's pud-
ding deserved all the aattery it had.
Smells like a hull posy bed, " said
Jonathan Bates unusually wide
awake, for if he had weakness it lay
where food touched it.
''Tastes a heap better n posies, said
Zenas, with fine scorn; he never had
been able to see the use of flowers.
Looks kinder solum to me, said
Uncle Paphro; tibet is, accordin' to
what | heerd Priest Haines say in
meetin' one time It he changed off
with Parson Perkins. He said, The
last of everything is solum, and this
here is the last day O haydn, and the
last outdoor snack we'll get this year. !"
"Hel hel her giggled Sam Turner.
II guess the's quite a few things
tibet amt solum come to the last of
'em. I'm consumed glad tibet hayin's
over; seems as though l could dance
Niskayuny to think ont.
Everybody amt so dunn lazy as
you be, groWled Jonathan.
Eye don't always know when It's
the last o thing" said Zenas, medi-
tatively.
''No, you don't" said Uncle Pa
phro, setting down his saucer on the
pine needles and casting a wistful eye
on the well scraped pudding dish,
wherein only brown rim remained
to show what it had held.
THAT idee calls to mind the works
and ways of two old cousins of my
mothers fust husband that lived
down to Dayton when | was a boy,
and air alvin there yet if they
haven't dried up an blew away fore
now. They was Mehitable and Hep
zibar Tucker by name, and was called
to Dayton the Tucker girls, as long as
l knowed of 'em though tn Oldest in
habitant couldn't remember when
they was young.
"Hepsy and Kitty, mother used to
call EN- Well, their way about most
things was pecooliar; they hadn't
much to live on, but they made the
most ont. Mother said she'd known
'em to cook up salt Goldfish skin for
breakfast rather n throw it away,
sweetened their custards with m'lasses,
and made their ginger cake out o rye
flour, and all sech.
Moreover they wouldn't never do
a mite of anything after dark, cause
light was costly. They'd do up the
supper dishes, and then they'd set
each side O the kitchen fire, in two
high backed, rush bottomed chairs,
their gowns turned up over their
knees lest a spark might burn 'em,
and their hands allyn in their laps,
for they couldn't knit because the
needles sort O. glimmered in the fire
light and hurt their eyes; they had
dreadful weak eyes because they sot
in the dark SO much; eyes need usin'
as much as legs do, and need light to
use 'em in.
"When they heered the o'clock
bell ring they'd go to bed--not a min
ute before or after, for nothing nor no
body.
''.Well, Dayton folks got tired O
hearin that o o'clock bell ring after it
had been a-goin' over a hunderd years,
and they got tired o payin' the ringer,
too. So one time to town meetin'
they voted to stop it.
Nov, Hepsy and Kitty didn't go to
town meetin's, nor they didn't want to,
so they knowed nothin' about it, and
didn't know when it rung a Friday
night that twas the last time they'd
ever go to bed by it; they'd ha' felt sol
UNI enough if they had; so, there they
sot Saturday evenin' as usual, and
KEEP a-watchin' to hear the bell, but it
didn't ring.
"'The evenin's are gettin' long,
says Hepsy to Kitty.
Well, they do seem to be, says
Kitty Had ! better put another stick
on, sisterr
q dono. There's enough to rake
up now, and mebbe there d be too
much eff you did.
gnf NeAh ny
Hepsy says, Tn afeared the won't be
no Goals if you don't put stick on,
Kitty So she put one on, and it bel
gun to blaze anu sort of cheered EN-
up.
f" I guess the evenin' seems longer
because we're considerable tired, says
Hitty.
"Then the stick settled down and
fell to purrin' and singin', and pretty
soon Hepsy she give great start.
Cant be possible | fell asleepp
says she, kinder amazed like
" Yes, you did, says Hitty. i see
you nod. haint closed an eye.
We'll well guess won't clean
tired, says Hepsy, with terrible great
yawn.
'Then Kitty she begun to feel real
sleepy, but nothin' would persuade 'em
to go to bed before bell ringin, and as
luck was, their old eight day clock
had got too dry to 60, and Philo Plat
that went round mendin' clocks in all
that neighborhood hadn't been there,
and they was waitin' for his day to
come round. So to make a short
story ont, there they sot till day
light, and Hepsy she went to sleep
and forgot the fire, and IIitty she went
to sleep, too, and tumbled over onto the
floor and broke her comb to pieces,
But that want the wust of it. for she