Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1890-05-30

" stay 70 psaI ~ must be bout ready
But Mrs. Gibbons declined the invita-
ton somewhat stifiiy and went ON her
way. "'A
when Uncle Peter went into the
house he noted an unusually severo
look on Rindy's always grim face wbile
Becky looked reproachfullv toward
him. His son William. who lived &,
tne village happened to come in mo-
ment later and was soon followed bv his
married daughter, Mrs. Gibson Down
ing.
Uncle Peter heard them whispering
together as he stepped into his own nj,
tle room for scrap Of paper to 'sfeger
some on" He had noticed a necnlia-
GOODNESS toward him on the mart Of ali
OF them, and now he stepped to the
door and said:
What's goin' on here that all Of We
act SO? Your old pa hurt your feelings
some way?n
Miss Dorinda, after waiting a mo-
hent for some of the others to aneak
said coldly:
Yes, you have done, or are going 10
DO, something we can't help disliking.
II all reports are true"
'Se don't say?" said Uncle Peter. the
smile still on his face. "Well. what IA
u? Out with 1t an see II your pa can't
clear his skirts of any thing SO very
heenyous."
Miss Dorinda came out with it fatty;
Its the talk of the village and the
whole country that you're going to mar
ry the Wilder Newton!o
Uncle Peter dropped into his old
splint-bottomed rocking chair, his arms
hanging Imply by his side and an ex-
preston of wide-eyed and open-mouthed
amazem ent on his round, red face. His
whole manner proved his entire inno-
cence of ever having even thought of
such matrimonial contamination.
"Me?" he gasped, staring blanl first
at one and then the other of his four &C.
cusers as they stood before him. ME
marry-the- Widder-Newton? Me, Pc
ter P. Pillsberry, a-goin' to marry
Calisty Newton?"
Its in every body's mouth" said
Mrs, Gibson Downing. "They say you
stop at her home half an hour at time
every daY, said DCrinda.
80, pal cried Miss Becky. The son
said nothing, but looked volumes.
Uncle Peter stared at a II Of them for
moment and then said:
You're hollerin' fore you're hurt,
children; that's what you're a-doin'; Mis-
Newton amt no more idee O marvin
me thar she has o. marryin' the man in
the moon. | amt never mentioned mar
rage talk to her nor to no other woman
on top o the earth, but you're dead an
gone ma, an she amt on top o. the
earth now"
The fears of the children were at
once allayed, for they knew their IA
Their to be an absolutely truthful man.
Their faces frightened as he rose and
turned to leave the room. and they
didn't mind it much when he stopped at
the door and said, sternly:
But don't you try to dictate to me,
children; don't you ever try that agin."
The injured look left his face soon
after he reached the stable and began
rubbing old Bally down. He chuckled
as he rubbed and patted the old horse.
Me marry Calisty," he said to him
self well, I'd like to know who in
creation started that pack O. lies to
goin'. Old Hat Gibbons, I'll be bound!
Calisty wouldn't have me If 1 asked
her. bet she wouldn't The idee of It'll"
The Widow Newton was at that mo-
ment greatly perplexed and discouraged.
She was neat, comedy woman of fifty,
and she lived alone in a cozy little old
brown house with few acres of ground
around it. Her four married sons and
daughters lived in homes OF their own
near by. Each of them had in turn in
vited and urged their mother to come
and live with them, but she had persist
emily refused, although she was gentle,
mild-faced woman of somewhat yield
ing spirit.
Il want a home of my own" she
would say; I've been mistress of a
home, such as tbs, for more'n thirty
years and I'd never be satisfied to have a
home somebody else was mistress of.
Here l can do as please and there's no
body to say me nay. If | want batter
cakes for breakfast or riz biscuits for
tea, has them, an may be l wouldn't in
sOnGpOuA 6lSG IlOuSC+ Ato AOAiCoOAAC
I'll allow. but there's worse
feelings than lonesomeness. Anyhow,
Eve got plenty to live comfortable on,
and that's a good deal to be thankful
tor
When her husband had died three
years before the time our story begirs,
be had in his will left his wife his en-.
tire possessions with the exception of
small requests to each of his children,
who had felt themselves greatly ag-
grieved thereby, although they were all
in very comfortable circumstances.
Mrs. Newton was sitting by her IA
vorite window in her favorite rocking
chair sewing carpet rags when her
daughter, Mrs. Lucinda Evans, came in
somewhat hurriedly followed by an
other daughter, Mrs. Betty Higgins.
.I.a girls. said their mother, in q
surprised tone; ia no idee of seeing
either of you on Tuesday and it your
regular ironing day. Set down
4 amt got time" replied Betty,
coldly, "a just run over to find out il
this story about you and old Pete
Pillsberry is true
That's just what come for said
Lucinda Evans. Il come by brother
Henrys home, and sister Hetty was
there and they're waiting for me to
come back and tell them what you say
Is it true ma, that you and old Peter
are going to be married%'
Mrs. Newton gave shrill little
sc,aav and threw up both hands while
her ball of rags fell to the moor anu