The Rugby news. (Rugby, Morgan County, Tenn.) 1890-189?, 1890-12-20

pan, why uon yOU go ouG anu SpllI tuo
kindlings, and let mother tend to the
things indoors?'
"Hush, Kitty" said Mrs. Sadley,
quickly, as she touched a match to the
mass of crumpled papers under the
CRATE.
"Where's the last Gazetteer" snarled
the squire, ignoring Kitty's query.
"Oh, Titus" cried his wife, GIVE just
set fire to it! Isupposed, of course, you'd
read tits a week old to-day, you
know"
"Of course" said Squire Sadlev, II
might have known without asking! It's
waste and fling away and burn up in
this house. There amt nothing safe
where an eXtravagant woman's con-
cernedw
Mother amt extravaganza" said
Kitty.
"Where's them peas brought in this
morning?" sharply demanded the squire,
looking around him with Argus eyes.
''There isn't time to she'll them now,"
said Mrs. Sadley, timidly.
"Time-time" repeated her husband.
"Of course there amt time, if you sleep
away your life on that there sofy. l
mean to have it taken away tomorrow
It's deal too handy. What's the use o
my plantin' the earliest peas in market
and hoein' and brushin' en-, and then
goin' out afore sun-up to pick 'em, IT
my folks hain't life enough to cook
'em"
"I'll have 'em for supper" said Mrs.
Sadley, with little tremolo in her voice.
"No you WON'T NEITHER" said the
squire. "Ill send 'em over to Neighbor
Barton's His wife's got some snap to
her! declare, it's clear discouragin'
for man to be dragged back all the
time by shiftless wife!''
A big round drop plashed down into
the fryin-pan which Mrs. Sadley was
just preparing to receive sundry slices
of well-cured ham which she had been
cutting; she made no verbal reply,
however.
"Eh?" said the squire, "why don't
you say something? Sulking, s'pose, as
usual?"
At this, poor Mrs. Sadley burst into
| tears.
''No, Titus" said she, II amt sulk-
ing. But 1 feel awful bad to-day, and it
don't take much to upset me. It's all
true what you say. am a poor, worn.
out, feeble creature, and I don't blame
you for gettin' out of patience. But If
hadn't worked so hard all these
years"
"Oh, yes, there's always some excuse" E"
growled the squire; and taking stray
sample number of fashion paper, he
went out to sit in the honeysuckle
shade.
81 can't stand that roasting fire, said
he.
Then" said Kitty, the enfant terrible,
show do you suppose that mother likes
it?"
In an instant, however, her tickle,
childish attention was diverted.
"See" she cried. ''Thers come Cousin
Mary and Mr.. Dallas over the hill! Oh
father! they're engaged. Did you know
itw
"Yes," absently answered the squire
intent on his paper.
II was in the parlor that night; il
thundered and rained so hard" said
Kitty. with twinkling eye, "and they
didn't know it. And heard them talk
ing to each other. And he called hel
his darling love-"
"Humph" grunted the squire. "A
regular case O spooning."
"And she said he was her dearest
dearest one," added Kitty the circum
stantial
young foolsv' snapped Squire Sad
ley.
Father" said Kitty, leaning on his
shoulder-she was the only one in the
house who was not afraid of the stern
despot-''don't all lovers talk sop
"Theyre fools for their pains, If they
do"
Didn't you love mother when SHE
was a girl like Cousin Mary? Didn'
you say just such things to her?'
The squire moved uneasily in hi
chair under the calm, searching light O
Kitty's eyes.
II might ha' DONE" he owned at last
II s'pose was just as great an idiot al
other folks be-"
81 don't see why people ever leave i
off," said Kitty, abstractedly. eva
mother pretty grip
Don't talk nonsense" said tn,
squire, almost angrily; and he got VI
and walked around to the old woodel
bench beside the we'll curb.
Had Kitty's mother been prett.
girl? Yes, that she had-rose.cheeket
and limpid-eyed, with a laugh sweet a
the notA of thrush, and the lightes
foot, in a Virginia reel of any girl il
: the neighborhood. And now, 81 am
poor, worn-out, feeble creature" sh
had said, in the faint, weary accents
looking at him out of the dim, fade'
eyes; ''and don't blame you for get
ting out of patience" Yes; it was al
. true. But what had wrought tn
change? Whose fault was it?