Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-03-27

Il OahT INV oaHNos NaAn nOhuAu W Nu1l
it'll be thro' hsyin'I Here, you
take a-holt an beat up these cakes eff
you're q MN to. Llndl Wy, they
sot up the bes' part o. the night gittin'
the hay in from the south medder las
| year, an they et-Waal. l swan, how
they did eat!' Here the good Ann
seized upon Jennyis bowl, and began
TO bake gr;ddle-cakes as il for an army
OF hsrvesters
'Humph! Here, taste a bit, an see
eff I've got enough sody. Yew hear
haow Mis- Perry's old Durham got
choked2 Jennie shook her head, not
daring to ask what q Durham was.
wall, they'd pitched sout q hull lot O.
ruty.bagys an sich to the cattle one
day an some way the critter got a
piece stuck in her throat. l hear a
sort o. rumblin' an looin' aout to the
farm yard, an run aout, an there she
was daoun on her FORE knees a-tossin'
her head ~ over the wall an
suckin' her wind in fol- dear
life. The men folks was off to the
mill, an I dassent go nigh Der; but
jes' then l see stranger come by, an
hollered sout to him, an what sh d
he do but roll up his shirt sleeve, an
ketch her about the neck somehow
Here Ann paused dramatically.
what did he do that for?' asked
Jenny, at last, really with some dis
cernment, seeing that the whole
episode was scarcely more ineligible
to her than Choctaw.
IVY, don't you see, he run his hull
arm down her throat, an up come that
durn piece o. turnip as slick as can,
die. '.r.1'-.-
And didn't the-.the animal bite
him| asked Jenny, more timidly.
WAL, she did then, said Ann, some
what grufly, because no raconleur likes
TO have his climax anticipated. She
did chaw his arm up consid BILE, though
you'd never "a thought she'd done it.
They said she bit clean thro' a cord, or
nerve, or suthin', an he went off his
head for spell, on it turned sort o.
numb-like. Mis- Perry, she's KEEP
him on sence an doctored him, up.
seein' how he saved her best caow; an
then he's real handy man naow his
arms gittin better an a master one
for splittin up kindl;n's. He's aout
thar naow in the she'd you can jes atep
to the door an cali him to supper.
Come! He's got a sweetheart up
caountry,Y he says, 50 you needn't
mind him. 1Eet T-g5s1 r{asEW ,
ll'Oh, I wasn't thinking of that mur.
INJURED DOOR little Jenny. ~.
~'Waal, he writ letter to her quite
spell ago. said Ann, con6dentialiy.
He sent it to the folks she used to
work for. But he 'aint got no an
swer yet, an Ish'd say it's as like as
not she's got merrled. He says not,
he docs; he says she amt that kind;
but land! It's hard to tell what kind q
gal isl
Jenny had not been paying much
heed before, but now her breath came
fast and her heart began strange
ly. He'd ought to "a held her jaws
apart with billet of wood, Ann was
inconsequently, 'she al'ays was just
that ugly The girl rose and went
out at the hAlf7open door. Allw was
hushed and TRANQUIL, A, red color
still shons III the west at the back Of
the orchard and the fresh, good smell
of newly-plowed earth was dispersed
in the April twilight. a,s.H W., 5 .,s,,
'Supper's ready she said, in her
sweet, low voice, peering in through
the dusky arch of the shed. A young
man sat on the block with his arm in
a sling He pushed back his hat and
looked up, then sprang mp 1t was
dAleck.-Dora Read Goodale, in Har-
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