Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-09-06
TANNING OF THE SHREW.

That's jest like you. Eliphalet En-
mons" said Mrs. Emmons sharply.
Comm in with them muddy feet over
my new scrubbed floor. Didn't We
never learn what door mats was forf'
Mr.. Emmons, a meek looking. bald
headed little man, recoiled from the
magnetic force of his wife's words as if
they had been So many whip lashes.
Il didn't know the roads was
muddy" apoloyiz"d he.
"As If they could help bein' muddy
arter that there thunder shower" re-
torted Mrs. EmrIons. "A man is the
untidiest creetur. I've been cleanin'
tho setsn' room closet today, Eliphalet,
and I've founl two pair o widowed
boots, IN odd slipper, a broken UNI
bereller and a nasty smellin' old pipe.
What We think o. that"
I'm very sorry, Sarah" said Mr..
Emmons, mechanically ducking his
head at each count of the indictment,
''but ] wasn't aware they'd all con
%glomerateI like that. Is'pose | didn't
know where else TO put EN-"
''Humph." said Mrs.. Emmons scorn-
fully.
is supper ready, Sarah"
Supper, indeed,' snorted Mrs. En-
mons. Il s'pose you think | hain't
nothin' To do but cook. l guess If
you'd did the days house c%leanin' I've
wrastled through you wouldn't feel
much like roastin' over the stove.
You'll find sone cold pork and rye
bread and butter in the milk room,
and | guess you can make out to draw
a glass o hard cider for yourself"
Hapless Eliphalet SUNK into the
milk room, followed by the shrill cry:
Now, mind you don't grease every
thing up"
And as he dipped his cubes of salt
pork into the mustard pot, and spread
the scant allowance of butter over the
slabs of heavy rye bread, he thought
dolefully Of Peter Rigney's one stored
cabin, that he had just passed ON the
Twickenham road. with its CHEEKY in
terror view Of "A well spread table, a
smoking teapot, blue edged china, and
a bunch Of lilacs in the center Mrs.
Rigney was laughing merrily and the
little flock Of children were running in
and out, as il life were made for enjoy
ment, no discipline.
Il sort o think" pondered he, that
it's most n pity that we v had no
children, for all Sarah thinks il a dis.
pensation o Providence! P'raps she
wouldn't "a been SO awful particular If
she'd had a lot o. young 'uns around
under foot"
When lie came out again Mrs.
Emmons was diligently securing at the
fire irons, and seemed in no mood for
conversation.
where's the weekly paper" lie ven
tured TO ask.
Il hain't seen il, said Mrs. Emmons.
II wonder where the second volume
OF African Travels has got to!' lie
next hc.itated.
II don't know" said Mrs. Emnons,
land | don't care. 1t strikes Inc you'd
better be a-travelin' out to the barn to
see arter the cattle"
I've done that, y said Eliphalet with
a sigh. "l-why, hello! Who's this
'erel As true as | live and breathe It's
Squire Perkins, with a little boy. One
o. your grandchildren, squire How
dye dol how dye dor
lie stood smiling broadly ia thedoor.
way, while Mrs. Emmons flew to hide
her housecleaning dishabille. with a
brass andrea in one hand aul the
polishing powder in the other, aD3 the
squire heavily aliglIted from III buggy.
NO, Dir. EmunOns, no, said he 1t
amt no kith or kin o mine. Pretty
little fellow. amt liz Just 6 year old,
and as tour'i ~ an oak knot. Wal,
it's Seba BayWn's orphan
"Je-rus.lam calculated Eliphalet,
'sYou don't mean % tell me Cappen
Seba Brown il deal;'
'Thp Black Eyed Susan aud all
aboard of her was wrecked of Cape
Hatteras "a month said the squire
hnpres g, And heres this child
with no 1up - care for him and the
parson. 4r, ~ this aitt n clar
pintin 30 .rf i8cuce ! dunno what is!
lac say He 90 you says lac,
'and str a. BrptAer and sSuer Elnmoni
won't take lin and bring liin up 81
here | o..
E~uplalrt luminous looked kindly u