Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1890-02-13

tie white house an the driver sed he
reckoned thet WIS the place, an so we
all got out, but thay want no one to
home; but l seen a tub a-standln by
the corner of the house full OF ram
water, so [ node thet thet must be the
place; so the man watered the team
an went back to town an left us Asset
tin on the stoop a-wa1tln fur susan
Jane to kim home.
1 got awful hot thare arfter while,
an William Henery he vowed he want
a-goin to stay thare an be plumb roast
ed alive like ole turkey gobbler. I'll
be hanged eff L hain't so hot now thet
1 sizzle," ses he, "an I'm a-goin to see
eff thare is any way into the house," an
he got up an sturted aroun the house,
an purity soon he hollered "kim on"
an we went an he tuck us downsuller
an up threw the trap-dore into the
house, rite into the buttery.
N.Y. what lot pise an cakes Su-
san Jane he'd baked, Jest like as tho she
wus axpectin us.
"Susan's man must be awful good
purvider," ses the widder, q holpin
her self to GREEN tart. An her an
William Henery fell to an ct most ev-
cry thing thay could see.
While thay wus yit eatin, I heerd
a TEEN drive up.
"Thay've KIM" see to the uthers !;
but afore thay he'd time to say "Jack
Robson" the buttery door flew open,
an thare stud men an winning, an
thay wus armed with the hoe an ak
an broom an butcher nife an clubs 1
tell you, Mister Editur, thay looked
purity skeery, an L bet you'd trum-
bled sum to. jest fairly shuck in my
boots-or shoes, ruther.
"Les take EN- alive, Bill" ses one of
the men.
@Alrite," ses Bill, an thay kim
fur us.
"Whare is Susan Jane?" ses I,
trumblin.
"I'll Susan Jane you, fur eatin my
cumpany bakin," ses one O the vim
min, fetchin the broom down on to
William Henery.
"Ouchw ses he, madam or miss,
yure mistook in the persen; we haint
no bugglers, we're Susan James Paw
an Maw," an he lodged the broom
agin.
"I1l Paw an Nav you," ses the man,
gougin him into the ribs with the hoe
handle.
See here, mister, don't you fetch
my pardner agin or I'll have the law of
you, shore es my name is Hester Ann
Scooper," ses L, sturnly, while the
widder peaked out frum behind the
cubbord dore, WHARF she wus hid.
When L tole EN- my naim thay all Jest
stood an looked
"Be you Mis- Scooper her self?" ses
one of EN-.
Il be-" ses /, firmly.
"Furgive us, we didn't no." ses thay,
san you must stay fur dinner; an how
air all the folks to the Corners?"
We tole EN- thay wus well the last
we heerd.
81 CESS wed better be a goin, Hester
Ann" ses William Henery kindly cold
an hotly like, "ef these good people
will tell us WHARF our dotter is wei
go to her, Mis- Susan Jane Padding
ton," ses he.
"Why, laws thay live rite over the
hill thare, an she is a cummin hear this
AFTERNOON, so you must stay an sprise
her," ses the woman reel cordyal. "Id
no idea you wus the Scooperses frum
the Corners" ses the woman; an she
felt so reel bad to think she'd treeted
us so bad, an baiged so hard fur us to
stay thet we finely did.
An Susan Jane kim over that arfter-
noon to see them an wus dretful
sprised to see us, an glad, too.
Il told Andy I bet you wus cum.
min, when he fetched out letter fur
you to-day" ses she.
1t were letter frum Ben which I'll
tell you about next time Yours in
haste, HESTER ANN SCooPER.