Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1889-11-30

Aelp Becky now. and the age of mara
ces is gone Poor Beckyr' and little
Mr.. Mol was weeping softly in his red
cotton handkerchief when Aunt 'Cindy
found him.
Aunt Ciady was woman of no lit
tie force of character. and she thought
that there We not many occasions
when man was justified in giving
way to tears. She certainly did not
"egard this as one OF these rare occa-
| 5ions, therefore she said, sharply:
well, Pliny Mol, you ain bellerin'?
What Tor? Ii there's any thing to cry
fer l amt seen it nor yit heered it,
80 'Cindy!" was all Piiny said in
reply 10 this. What do they say
bout Becky. Has she lived through
ftp"
well, she's alive enough to want
"'bbaqe and dumplin's for dinner, so
rex n there's a little Uttality left.
he doctors are powwouin' out in the
r'lard, and Becky wants you.
Aunt 'Cindy had not come directly
WIN tiIG ilOllSO W TIC IlC6NAO"s A'li1
lad stopped at the barn to see if she
could find some new-laid eggs for the
pudding she intended making for din
| ue"; then she had stopped to dig open
IL hill Of early potatoes to see if they
were likely to be large enough for a
Fourth-of-July dinner. so that some
little time had elapsed since she left
the house.
YOU'D better come right in. she
continued to Mr.. Moll, land if was
you, Pliny Mol, Td-for the lands
saker'
Aunt Ciudy had suddenly thrown up
both arms, and she ciapped her hands
together as she cried out: The house
is on fire, as sure as I'm a Twin
woman
Mr.. Moll rose to his feet with
bound, and ran madly after the fleeing
Aunt 'Cindy. They met the doctors
at the back gate, and all ran into the
hou-e. Mr.. Mol crying out:
She'll be scared and burned to
DEATH Git Becky out first thing!
We're comm, Becky! Keep ca m
well save your
The whole party rushed into the
front hall of the house, and there they
beheId a singular and unexpected
sight. 1t was Mrs. Mol halfway
downstairs with a huge feather-bed
on her back!
Becky Mollr' gasped her amazed
husband. why, Becky, you IL"
Now don't you lose your wits at
time when you need 'em the most,
PIiny," said Mrs. Mol. sharply. "ru
manage this feather-bed and you go
up and begin THROWN things out of
the winders. Don't you forgit my
black silk dress. You doctors better
pull up the carpets, and Cindy. you
git my gold band chany tea-set out all
right I'll come back and tend to my
silver spoons and forks soon as | get
this new feather bed out. Fly around.
all of you! There amt no time to
losen'
During the next fifteen minutes no
one flew around faster than Mrs
Becky Mol, Notwithstanding the fact
that she was still clad in long, white
nightdress, with her feet thrust into
pair of Pliny's old carpet slippers.
After carrying the feather-bed across
the road, and pitching it over the
fence of field in front of the house,
she ran back and personally directed
the moving of the other things in the
| burning house
"Get my winter cloak, Pliny," she
shouted up the stairs. Its bran
new, and it's got to do me five years
yit! Here, Dir. Philbrick, you and
Dr. Peevy carry out the parlor sofy!
'Cindy, 'Cindy, fly around! Get
ev'ry thing out of the pantry"
When the nearest neighbor5 arrived
the whole second story of the house
was in flames, and it was unsafe TO
enter the lower part. Mrs. Mol had
been the last to leave. She came
rushing out with family heirloom
big bue- edged platter-in one hand
and a pewter teapot in the other. Car
rying them to place of safety, she
climbed over the fence and dropped
down on the feather bed, saying as she
did so:
"Pliny. bring me quilt or some
thing TO throw over me! L look scand' =
lous! I'm afeerd this'll give me an
awful back set Well. DR.. Philbrick,
what do you make out is the matter
of me?'
There amt moth ng the matter OF
you, Becky Moll that's what there
ain'tr' said DR.. PhiIbrick, tartly, as
he mopped the perspiration from his
crimson brow. ''Ain't that so, Dr.
PeevyP"
Yes, it is said DR.. Peevy, briefly,
as he gathered no his sadd' FL bags.
"Hobbson thinks so, too, don't you,
| Hobbson?
''Of course dor' replied DR.. Hobb-
son.
| This was far from the conclusion at
which the learned doctors had arrived
| while in the orchard; but the opinions
of the most learned men are subject
to change. They had made some new
discoveries as to the patients condi-
tion-revealed by the events of the
ire-which had literally thrown new
| light on their Investigations.
81 should think you'd be ashamed
to talk to dyin' woman like that!"
said Mrs. Moll, rising from her bed
and pointing her inge" scornfully be-
tween the rails of the fence toward the
| 3aDo r+ipCr doctors