Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1889-01-10

got more good home knit socks already
than you can wear out in two years. what
| is the use of buying more"
ssWhen I want socks, I want 'em-"
growled, ''and there's no use tryln' to find
/ any thing in this place when man wants
| it. Where there are four women to put
| things away, how do you expect man TO
find so small an article as a pair of
| socks:"
s.I'm sure 1 don't have to stay here any
longer that am wanted exclaimed the
thoroughly aroused Kate. ''There are
other places where 1 would be welcome,
and l can go at any time. You don't
need to throw out your insinuatlons at
me, sir"
! rolled over with my face to the wall,
! grooming YEARLY, and she viciously kicked
| my boots under the bed and left the room
to relate her troubles to the old lady IN
the kitchen.
A few minutes after her departure, sis
ter Molly honored me with visit. She
had quite recovered from her anger at
Princes ravages in the front yard, and
was very solicitous regarding her broth
! er's headache.
at is too bad that you are subject to
such awful attacks, Dick, and they come
| SO sudden and unexpected too. You
! know you were feeling quite well this
morning at breakfast! Do you want me
| to send after Sally?"
No, had no desire to see Sally just
then, and expressed myself to that eff
feet. ''Ill be better directly" | groaned,
! as though my recovery was the saddest
thing the future could have in store for
me. Let her stay away from home a
month if she wants to-"
''I'm sure she doesn't go away often"
said Miss Miller, takingup cudsels for her
! absent sister law at once, land after
! Kate marries Sally will be tied at home
more than ever. She has her hands full
with the children, you know; and L don't
see how l am going to manage all the
milking and churning myself. But there,
Pm making your poor head ache worse
with my chatter"
! sob, not at all; like to listen to you.
Suppose you sit down here and read me
something out of the last paper" l meant
! to evince my brotherly affection, and
| show due appreciation of her kind
! heart, but to my surprise her face sud
| denly flushed aud the sweet blue eyes
filed with tears.
81 wouldn't have believed it of you,
| Dick" she sobbed. II know l can't read
and haven't education like the rest of
| you, but it's cruel to tauut me with it in
this way"
|
ried to make my peace. II had forgotten,
Mollie; L wouldn't have hurt your feelings
for the world, and you know it. SO dry
! your eyes and tell me how you enjoyed
| yourself last Sunday" Unlucky guess.
knew l was on the wrong track again
when she turned en- me with a shocked,
| half-angry countenance. 'AS though l
could enjoy myself at Aunt Rhoda's fu-
neral. Dick, Pm ashamed Of your"
She was gone, and l was alone with my
| reflections, but not for long. l heard
| sister Kate hail come one that CHANGED to
! pass, and l overheard the request made.
| They had sent ior Sally. Shades of Plato
! and Socrates, endOw me with endurance
commensurate with coming trials.
! The old lady came in and sat down by
| the door. taking particular care to avoid
| noise and hustle. l expected she would
! open a conversation, but was doomed to
| disappointment. The small boy also came
| in and hung over the foOtboard of the
bed, cracking hazelnuts with his teeth
| and slyly swapping the shells at his good
old grandmother. l lay with the pillow
over my head, and groaned every breath.
The clock struck eleven. Just one hour
more and l would be relieved from my
somewhat tiresOme predicament. Only
sixty short minutes, but, ah-
Suddenly the half-strangled squall of an
! infant was heard at the front gate.
.'Thar's Sally" said the old lady,
speaking for the first time: and she added
something else which l failed to hear, for
the youngster had suddenly swooped
! down on me with an aggressive demand
! for my pOcket-kuife.
| 81 want yer knife, daddy! Daddy,
| want yer knife"
had hung my coat on the bedpost, and
| tbn l-l1ifa the rockets
told him so, as the quickest way of getting
| rid of him, and then turned to get view
! of my anxious wife. The first glance was
| quite prepOsseSsing. She seemed to be
rather a nice little woman and it really
| seemed cruel to practice such deception
| upon her, even in sport. / was waiting
! anxiously for her first words, when that
blessed boy was heard from again.
! ''Oh, nanny! See what a purity
| pickShur!"
| In rummaging around in my pockets he
had struck a veritable bonanza, and, with
| that generous pertinacity for which child
hood is remarkable, was determined to
| share his discovery with the whole fam
! lily.
| The ''pickshur'' he offered for inspec-
ton was a photograph of younger SIS
| ter and myself, ''grouped' in a manner
| that was highly suggestive of brotherly
and sister'y affection.
''Oh, my!" shrieked sister Kate. That's
| Dick"
! "Let me see that" exclaimed Mrs. Mil
| Ter, excitedly. "Give me that photograph
this minute have fright to see it," and,
| woman-l like, she reiterated to the darkest
| corner of the apartment to investigate the
| matter all to herself.
Presently she returned to the bedside. 1
could not see her, but [ heard her firm,
! decisive footballs, and in my dire appre-
| hension of what was coming, | forgot, for
a time, to groan.
| Richard Richard Miller !'-She pro-
nOunced the first name "Ree char -rd"
/ in her anxiety to let me know which one of
| e''Millers" she was addressing
( likeness is this?"
| Mime" said I, with a Washiugtonian
| love for veracity that bodily fear could
not entirely Danish.
Hear him, mother! he owns that this is
his picturen'
! The old lady had by this time secured
her ''spec's" and was examining the pho
! tograph with care and deliberation.
''Sally." said she. ''This hyar is Deekw
"Of course it is. know it-and he owns
! it," said her daughter, bitterly. 'And
J now, sir, will you tell me who that-that
woman is:''
Certainly! 1t is nv sister,"
| What chorus of denialS went up at
! this statement. Even kind hearted little
Mollie joined in with the rest, and in
formed me that ought to be ashamed of
myself: to which humbly assented.
| T,,c+ old LODI do IJSanu-