Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1889-02-21

cry air a great sayin'. Lemme see:
There's the aiggs, en- the cheese, an the
vinegar. Don't want no raisins for mince-
meat, nor nothfn'p'
"No, Mr.. Simpson, not this trip. You
can send them up tonight"
"Sakes, Mis- Mead, / really forgot to tell
you Eve q Sull bsr'l of sweet cider in tn
cellar. Came from Yarmouth, too He!
hep
"Don't know as it's any better for that"
said the widow, bridling. SAN amt goin'
80 hev cider in the house where Lorenzy
will hev the eggsample."
"Sho', there's no airthly harm in mild,
sweet cider like this. Why, there's Dea-
con Giles, as good man as is a-goin', he
drinks it It's regular deacon's tipple."
The grocer finally convinced the widow
that gallon of the cider was necessary to
her happiness, and she ordered it sent home
on conditions.
Ell you air mind to fill new vinegar
jug with it, and send it up that way, Pll
take it. It's my principles TO touch not,
taste not, handle not the cider, for it biteth
like adder at the Last, when it gets hard.n
When the groceries were sent home, two
Jugs, each boldly marked vinegar" stood
side by side on the kitchen table.
"What you goin' ter dew with so much
vm'gar, ma?" asked Lorenzo, who was nos
ing around; abe We goin' to lay down
picklesl''
al like hot vinegar On spiced pigs-feet,"
eald his mother, IN a non-committal way.
. Here, Lenny, you can take this one down
inter the cellar stairway, and the other you
can carry into tho parlor closet. tin need
tn
Lorenzo thought he smelled mice, so he
deftly crossed his bends and swung jug on
each side Of him. It was done quickly, and
willingly for him, and as he started for the
psrlor closet his mother followed with the
key and locked the jug safely in. Lorenzo
took the other down cellar and staid so long
his mother called 10 him, and asked him what
he was doing. He said he was setting the
trap to catch those pesky mice.
Hrs Mead had a beau, and he was no
pther than the aforesaid Deacon Giles,
sBhorn the grocer quoted when he sold her
The cider.
! The deacon was after the widow end her
Bnug little property, and the widow rather
LIKED the deacon, but was in no hurry to-
give up Ter liberty. !
Lorenzo hated the deacon; he used to lie
AWARE and listen to his purring voice, and
bear him advise the widow how to ''eddi-
gate thet boy''
"Don't be too lenyient with him, Sister
Mead Break his spirit early; mortify the
flesh for the good Of the soIl-ah! the flesh
must be kept down."
The deacon was q rubicund little man
with a bald head and double chin, and he
WAS very fond Of the widows fried cakes
end cookies, and the nice red apples that
grew in the orchard lot.
The deacon came to spend the evening
ebout week after the new cider was
bought He had received a delicate hint at
? meetin'n Sunday night that he would be
expected.
E,And there he was. He sat in the chair
Belonging TO the late lamelted Mead, and
Eiled it TO overlooking. Lorenzo had been
gent to bed, but he only retired to the top of
The stairs, and leaned against the highest
railing, where, if he fell asleep, he would be
rafe.
The widow sat near the deacon, rosy and
buxoIn. There was d small round table be-
lween them, and on this her fine arms and
plump hands rested.
You look good enough to eat, sister," he
said, reaching out for the dimpled fingers
Chat lay temptngly near.
--Mebbe you'll be sorry some day thet you
didR't eat me-" she answered, demurely,
being quite willing to help matters along.
AM you tell me your little home is paid
For, an that you air all out Of debta What