Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-07-05


When he reached home he drove the
mare under the horse shed and tied
her there, instead of embarrassing
her as usual. Then he entered the
house, and hastily swallowing the
scanty supperwhich the hired woman
placed before him, donned his best
clothes and drove OFF again At rap
id pace.
Law sakes alivem exclaimed the
woman, amazed. The deacon's got
sumthin' on his mind, sure. It's tine
first time / ever knew him to disre-
member to ask a blessing"
Ever since the death of his wife
Deacon Pinch had looked on Miss
Keziah as her probable successor.
For years he had gazed with covet-
Gus eyes on the fine Mead farm. with
its substantial buildings, but hecou!d
never screw his courage up TO the
point of f;lcing the swapping black
eys off owner OF late he had been
seen several times knocking at the
door of Mrs. Betsy Hills little brown
house, and the worthy milliner was
overioyed at the opening of the bril-
liant prospect before her. But the
news OF the sudden rise in western
lands caused Mrs. Hill. with her
small possessions, to sink into in
significance by the side of the rich
woman, with her well-tilled acres,
her overlooking barns and her pro-
spectiye thousands of dollars.
The idea of failure in his matrimo-
NAL venture never for moment en-
tered the deacOn's head. THE way
before We is as plain and straight as
II pipe-stem, Solomon Pinch, he
murmured, rubbing the palms of his
hands together, as he walked to-
gether ward Miss keziah's side door
women is mostly alike-eager
and willin' to embrace matrimonial
opportunities. They'll snap at an
offer like a hungry trout at worm.
She has got the money and 1 new
got the prominence. and influence to-
and | rather guess we'll stand about
top of the heap in New Bethany.
/ Miss keziahs was sitting by the
tablet knitting, as usual. She had
/ Just begun TO narrow for the toe of
the stocking whena step sounded on
/ the walk. She threw down the
stocking and opened the door,
and, holding the lamp high above
her head. her ewes rested on the
amazing spectacle of the deacon in
all the Sunday magnificence of white
shirt and shiny black broadcloth.
''Well, | never" she calculated, and
then, feeling that her reception had
been hardly hospitable, she lowered
the lamp and said kindly: Come in,
4 Deacon, come in. =
THANK We, thank ye; ! don't mind
7 if / dew"
'.Take a seat, Deacon"
"Thank you; don't mind if / dew. !"
The deacon surveyed the attractive
room, which, with its CHEEKY fire and
comfortable cushioned chairs, seemed
a veritable paradise in comparison
with his untidy, ill-kept home. He
placed his hat on the floor beside his
chair, displaying his scanty gray
locks, ingeniously plastered over the
top of his head SOFAS TO cover as much
of the bald surface as possible. There
was a long pause.
Anything going on, Deacon
asked Miss keziah, resuming her
knitting. She was greatly puzzled
to account for those Sunday clothes,
"Nothin' within the range OF my
observation. There won't be much
a-goin' on now till lection time;
things'll be pretty lively them"
WANT to buy any hay this year?'
chirped Miss keziah. milne is extra
good this season; my hired mansays
it's the heaviest yield in town"
II rather guess I'll hay enough tc
carry me thro' the winter. fIdon't
shall know where to come for hay as j;
hay. Ideclare your farm does beat all
| feel kind O. rugged like when | think
the best farm in town is managed BY
, a woman"
Miss Keziah smiled graciorsly, anC
) the Deacon drew his chair a httl,
. nearer his hostess. sit must be {
great load for We to carry alone
I Such a large farm is a tremenduoul
responsibility for alone woman"
20, don't mind it; it keeps m,
, proper busy
The deacon hitched his chair along
a few inches further, ''Ye'd oughte
; hav' brother or cousin, or som
relatiyelike, to share the burden will
ye."
"My shoulders are plenty strong,
, returned Miss Keziah, good-naturely
/ '1I'm glad to show folks that Their
i are women who are good for some
/ thing besides giddy-gadding and tat
! thing"
] "Yis, yis," answered the deacon
3 1--WE can alltestify toyour valley AM
: worth. You're real honor to you
sex. You're-you're a bright an,
) shinin' beacon-light tc the triflin an,
' vain-minded women of the world;
' and the speaker waved his hand a
the conclusion of this little oratorica
flourish.
Then hitch, hitch, hitch went tn
] chair Miss Keziahward. Don't vol
r feel sort O. lonely atspells?" he aske,
I insinuatingly.