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

are always talking as II a woman
couldn't stand alone and needed
propping up like rag doll tnat
hadn't any backbone. I'm no vine
or such creeping, helpless thing,
can tell you. can stand alone rs
well as anybody it the Lord so WIS
il. altho' | admit, Deacon, that II IS
pleasanter to have some one Keep
your company" !,
That's Jest it; We hey' hit the nan
square ON the headl Its pleasanter
10 new company in our sojourn on
this mortal yearth. !,
The deacon seized his chair with
both hands, and 10y a circultous line
of hitching placed it within three
feet of Miss Keziah's table. a our
tore handed woman Miss hezlah;
I'm a man of prominence and inhu-
ence in this community; il seems TO
me that it would be good thing 1--WE
could walk hand-in-hand through this
vale of tears. Providence seems to
pint its finger that way" The dea-
con was thinking that very moment
of the money he would save by
thrifty manager like Miss heziah IN
the place of his inefficient, wasteInl
hired woman.
Miss Keziah was dumfounded. She
dropped her knitting aud the ball OF
yarn rolled across the floor. "Mer-
Cyl" she finally gasped.
I'm make We n tirst-rate husband
and yen make me n good wife. We've
been members OF the same church tor
thirty years or more, and we've
been members OF the same spirtoual
| family; We'll now be members OF the
same human family"
Miss keziah Strengthened herselfup
in her high-backed chair and drew IN
! her chin. while her voice rang out
shrill and clear, II rather guess it'll
/ take two to make that bargain.
/ A second look at the aged admirer,
who was edglng up to her with q
4 sheepish simper, exasperated Hiss
keziah beyond control
1 The old fool she said wrathiully.
The color came into the deacon's
thin cheeks, and he started to his
feet, looking anxiously toward the
/ door,as ifmeditating husty retreat.
But the yarn was wound around his
boots, and he was forced 10 remain.
I Miss keziah likewise rose, and fold
! ing her hand primely in front Of her,
remarked grimly: "When you first be-
gan your talking hadn't the least
idea what you were driving at.
thought YOU were limiting at Betsy
Hill and wanted To take me into
your confidence. never dreamed
that you meant me Why, ] sup
! posed that everyone in town knew
that would not giyeup my freedom
for the best man living Betsy Hill
is a pious, likely woman; she'll make
a good home for you, and she needs
a home herself"
The deacon was completely wither-
ed, and Miss keziah continued: I'll
you'll step around a little livelier,
deacon, and pick up the stones in
your lot and put them into good
fences, and NOW down those pesky
weeds, there's no earthly reason why
I your farm shouldn't look as we'll
as mine. II I've said anything "a
hurt your feelings, deacon, | hope
you'll overlook it. Why you are all
tangled up in that yarn; I'lluntanglc
it"
The delay Of unwinding the yarr
from the deacon's feet gave Mis-,
keziah chances for further remark
Zone word more, deacon, have yot
heard about the western lands?"
The deacon wished lie was any
where out Of the range Of those mer
CHESS black eyes.
IL think I've heern tell suthin
about EN-" he replied meekly.
Il thought sol | thought SOL ex
claimed Miss keziah, savagely
well, deacon, those lands rightiull,
belong to my niece Mary; Ionly holc
them as her guardian"
The deacon began to look upor
his rejection as blessing in disguise
for, without the western lands Mis-
keziah's attractions seemed tam
compared with those Of mild, blue
eyed. buxom widow Hill. Il cal
trust YOU newer to mention this?'
he asked timidly.
- shall never mentionit. Now fol
low my advice, deacon; make sure q
; Betsy Hill before another week zoe
, by. You have my good wishes. Sc
, to this Mt once"
Thank We, thank We: | don't min,
If j dew"
) The good woman followed he
crest-fallen visitor to thedoor. Asi
! sudden gust Of cold night air put on
the light, she said: "The air Is snar
: ping tonight; have a forst, eh, dea
COM"
And the discomfitted deacon fol
that he had been nipped by some
; thing sharper than frost.
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