The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1890-10-24

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Ter eat it, admitted Uncle Peleg,
sym2athizingly. "But it's my
'pinion Brother GoodIove don't
know which side his breads but
tered"
"Il's my 'piaion he's as contrary
as Pharo'S mule" retorled Mrs.
LarklnS, snappisIly; sam | don't
keer if he hears it. But it goes
ag'in the grain to hev all them
good vitiles a.goln to waste" /"
Uncle Peleg stroked his whsk-
ers thoughtlully.
"Mout gin some on 'em to HI
ram HaviIand,' he suggested. "l1e
ain't got nobody to cook fur him
scnce his sister married that book
peddler and left him to keep
batch"
"Why-ee! 20 we cnuld!" erred
Mrs Larkins, Frightening up. Il
wa, a-lhinkin' about Hiram to-day,
an how lonesome il must be fur
him, with nobuddy 10 speak TO only
the cat. But | never drempt Of
givln' him the donation. I'm real
glad YOU thought Of il, pa.
"rhink the rest on emil agree
to il ?r queried Uncle Peleg, feel.
ing quite complacent at The way
his suggestion was received.
Course they wiIl!' returned
Mrs Larkins. ''rhey'll Jump at
the chance !"
"Ouch Hail Columby! didn't
| see stars though ?" growled Hi
ram Haviland, rubbing his head.
"That's the second time I've
bumped my head on that top shelf,
fumbling round in the dark fur a
match. An of course the lamp
has got to be filled fore | kin light
it. JUS my luck !" he grumbled,
gropiug around in the pantry for
the oiI-can. "But | won't stand it
much longer. I'll get housekeep-
er soon, or let the farm work 90 to
the dogs, an do the cookin' myself.
| can't live On cold bread an beans
no longer, and wHat's more, ain't
a-goin' TO-"
The lamp was lighted by this
time, and Hiram was building a
fire in the cooking-st0ve,
"Id gil married to-morrowm he
declared, desperately, ''if | could
gil the right sort of wife; but
half the girls don't think Of moth
ing but fixing 'emselves up in fol-
de-rols and glmcracks, and gaddin'
about to parties and quillin's, an
the like. But | don't see no other
way: for housekeeper1 are as
scarce as hens teeth, en- I'll hey
to be lookin' round. A nee,
quiet woman that could make good
biscuit an offee,-mine is apt to
be groundsy,-an' keep the house
in apple-pie order,-that8 he kind
OF a wife I'd like. Ginger! won't
that water never bile [? Pm as hun
cry as a-Hillo! be l a dreamln',
or what ?" he gasped in sudden
Consideration, as The door opened,
and in poured a laughing, noisy
Lhrong, all carrying baskets, pals
and bundles, of various sorts and
siz"
81 know he's to home, fur | seen
his shadder ON The curtain" cried
a voice, and Hilam slunk back
into the darkest corner OF the
room, and stared at his unexpected
guests in dazed surprise.
"How are you, Hi We've come
10 hev supper with you," said I'm
Gle Peleg, shaking him heartily by
the hand.
And while The asionished bache-
lor sat looking on, half-expecting
to wake up and find it all dream,
the merry group fitted about from
kitchen 10 pantry, seized on his
stores of queen's-ware and crock
cry, and made themselves al home
in hilarious fashion that fairly
took away his breath. Tall Miss
Nabby aud tat, motherly Mrs. Lar
kins whisked out the long -exten-
sion-table in The dining room, and
spread il with The whilest OF home
made table clothes. The Widow
Pullen, in high colored satin dress
and a Haunting sash fastened at
the side, was cutting jelly-cake on
The kitchen table. Little Patty
Sparsely, who was arrayed in all
the colOrs of the rainbow, Hiram
thought, was emptying a jar OF
pickles into a china bowl and
Patience D0bbs was slicing cold
boiled ham on the flour-barrel,
pauSing every now aud then to
shake The bangs out OF her eyes,
and rattle The bangles on her wrists.
Dear me | the coffee amt made
yet," cried Mrs. Gillet. busthng in,
IAN the water a-bilin' fura that's
outl Where's Liddy Gales 2 She
promised to make the coffee"
Here | am, Mrs. Gillet," re-
sponded a soft voice. 'SisleT 'Ner
WIS baby was so iretful | couldn't
get away before. But I'll make
the coffee now"
ave oughn't to put II onto YOU, |
know said Mrs Gillel, deprecat-
ingly, "but you do make powerful
good coffee"
Hiram pFicked up hisears { meta
phorically. Of cOurse). He dded