Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1890-04-19

home, such as tits for mQre'n thirty
years and I'd never be satisfied TO hhveA
home somebody else was 'iiiistress OF.
Here Team do as i please and there's no
body to say me nay. II I want batter
-oalkes. for breakfast or riz bisciits for
tea, has them, an may be wouldn't in
somebody else's house. It's lonesome
sometimes, I'll allow, but there's worse
feelings than Consequences. Anyhow
I've got plenty TO live comfortable on,
and that's o good deal to sbe thankful
for" 'l'"." ''' ago." '."' '1H.
When her husband had died three
years before the time our story begins,
he had in his will left his wife his en-
tire Iotsessions with the exception Of
small requests TO each Of his children,
who,,hpG' felt themselves greatly ag-
grieved thereby. although. they were all
iRNeF% comfortable circumstances.
Mrs. Newton was sitting by her IA
yorite wi1aeM..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.
Ella! girls" said their mother. in a
surprised tone; nd no idee OF seeing
either Of you on Tuesday and it your
regular ironing day. :SetdOwn." y;
II amt got time" replied Betty,
coldly, II just run oyer to find out II
this story about .yon and old Pete
Pillsberry is true"
''That's just wkatI COME for said
Lucinda Evans. 81 como 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 Potter
are going to be married."
Mrs. Newton gave o shrill little
scream land threw up both hands while
her ball Of rags fell to. the floor and
rolled across the room leaving line OF
green and red and blue behind it.
.Cindy Evans" gasped Mrs. Newton,
'amhat are you and your sister Betty
about? Are you crazy? Am i
going to marry Uncle Peter Pillsberry?
The land of the living!"
She threw her green and white ging-
ham apron over her head and began to
rock to and fro, half crying, half laugh
ing. With her head Still covered she
finally said, sharply:
'Go home, girls, go home, and stop
and tell Hetty ana Henry and every
body else you meet.thasI amt going to
marry nobody till I've been asked, and
l amt been asked YETI
She fell to laughing Historically, and
Betty said. sharply:
well, Think it'd bea burning shame
for you to marry anybody even If you
was asked" 80"
"Yes, and old Peter Pillsberry OF all
men!"
Mrs. Newton took her apron from her
burning face and said,' firmly:
"You hush right up about Uncle
Peter, Cindy Evans; he's as good and
honest an old man as ever lived. Your
father thought tho world Of him. But
you can just set your minds ut rest
about him, he amt no more idee OF
marrying than have. The idee Of 1t"
The girls went homein greater peace
of mind than they had known when
coming to see their mother, since they
now felt confident that their share OF
the three thousand dollars their mother
had in the bank was not to be lessened
by the possible claims of step-tather.
The smile on Uncle Peters face deep
ened the next day as he drew near the
Widow Newton's. house while making
his daily rounds. He stopped singing:
Here We are but straying Pilgrims"
and began on lively ditty about
"a lady fair,
With nut brown hair,
Oh, tummy 81 yum. r,.
oh, tummy vi yum,
vi yum di dc do"
The Widow Newton heard him COM
ing and bushes came to her plump
cheeks.
~ shan't let on that I've heerd any
thing OF the scand'lous mess Of stuff
bout me and him." she said, as the
sound Of the rafting cart wheels came
nearer and nearer; I'll just go out and
ask him how the folks are at home and
get me pound of paddock and come
right into the house SOS the tongues of
the gossips won't have nothing to wag
about There he Is at the gate. Well!
what's he hitching his horse for? He's
coming in. too. Well, If that amt queer!
Dear me-"
Good morning, Calisty," Uncle
Peter said, stepping briskly into the
widows kitchen and standing. his old
hat in his hand, near the open door. He
had known her all her life. He had
carried her to school often on his hand
sled when they were children, and he
had always called her Calisty, but,
somehow, she blushed when he called
her Calistv to-day: He went on calmly
and directly.
''Calisty, you heard the yarns that's
Roin' round bout us?" he asked.