Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-10-05


sometime ''come handy"
Among the useless rubbish slowed
away in Farmer Huf's attic was tho
frame of an old carpet loom on which
Mrs. Huff had woven many carpet in
her younger days; but years had passed
since the loom had been in use. The
moonlight streaming in through a
window showed Mr.. Huff that the attic
door was open, but there was no other
light in the room.
Harriet Huff ~ he called, ''what in
creation air you doing up there at this
time O. nightP Hunting some more
tormented old ragsP Come right back
TO bed! You'll yet your death O. cold
roamin' round at night"
She took no notice of his querulous
remarks. but he heard no more sounds
in the attic. But he was too much
troubled to let the matter rest as il
was, and accordingly mounted the
stairs and entered the attic-room.
There he saw something that caused
him to open both eyes and mouth with
amazement.
At the old loom sat M RS. Huff in her
night clothes. In one hand she held
an old wooden shuttle while with thu
other she fumbled around in a grail
bag full of carpet-rag balls leaning
against post of the loom. Drawing
forth bail Of the "hit-an'-miss" rags
she slowly began winding it on the
shuttle, which she then passed TO and
fro through an imaginary warp. The
reed and batten bars we're gone, but
Mrs. Huff went slowly through the mo.
tions OF using them.
The amazed Mr.. Huff at once noticed
that her eyes were closed. and his be-
lief that she had become stark,
staring, crazy loonytic" changed into
the more agreeable thought that she
was sound asleep. His eyes rested on
the missing carpet rags, and he men
tally calculated:
brought 'em UP here herself in heI
sleep two weeks ago, by Jinksi What
goin' to become of her if she goes to
maxim carpets both when she's ASLEEP
and awaken Her intelleckshel reason
will give way. That's what'll happen
to her! No born woman could stand
it, and it'll be mighty hard on all oil
us. She shan't make nary mother car
pet! I'll buy body bristles for ev'ry
room in the house first! Harriet Diany
Huff, wake up and git to bed whore
you b'longw
Mrs. Huff did not walSen, and Mr..
Huff hesitated before speaking again.
"They say" he said to himself, thai
it amt safe to wake up sleep-walkors
or somnambulances suddenly. Mebbe
she'd have fit if | woke her, though
she don't come of fifty family. Ill
just see what she does"
A moment later Mrs. Huff slowly left
the loom, and, with eyes still closed,
shut the attic door behind her, walked
down stairs, and returned quietly to
her bed.
ut beats all, :" said Mr.. Huff, as he
quietly lay down beside her, "but she
shan't NEEDLE with carpet rags no
more. she shaBt"
In the morning she said, while dress
ing: II dreamed bout weaving me a
carpet at my old loom last night. I've
had sev'ral such dreams lately"
"Hev?" queried Mr.. HUFF, dryly.
"That reminds me that want to show
you something in the old loom room.
Come right up!"
"Wait till after breakfast"
"No, I've got more time now"
There you air, Harriet Huff" said
Mr.. Huff, dramatically, as he threw
open the attic door, and waved his
hands toward the bag of rags.
"Gideon Huffln she said, as she sank
down on an ola hair-covered trunk
with her hands appraised.
I'D say Gideon Huff if was you,
he replied; then he went on soemnly
occasionally shaking his finger toward
her: Harriet Diany Huff, amt go
much to say to you, but what l do say
is solemn and pertickler. and l mean it
You've made your last rag carpet
Your intelleckshel reason is givin
way under the strain of it, to SAL
nothin' of our buds bein cut up 'fort
they're half wore out and you in ;
stiddy pickle and stew over your color
in and twisted stripes You drue
them rags up here IN gOUr sleep. ant
las night ketched you up here goin
through weavin' motions in your sleep
Your mental brain powers is becoming
exhausted over carpet rags, and you'v,
qot to give 'em up for good aud all
premiums or no premiums
So Mrs. Huff, greatly shocked whel
told of her performances, did give u
all rag carpet making, although tn
beautiful twisted stripe of her vision
and dreams became reality as soon a
the rags could be carried to tn
Widow Watts.
Dream-provOking food at midniSh
was also wisely given up in obedienc
to Mr.. Huf's demand that his wifi
should do nothing to impair her intel
leckshel reason"
This is true story, and the reade
can draw the moral from it. j. l.
Harpour, in Youths Companion.
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