The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1891-07-18

manthy?"
am not fustered. You'd not be
f1ustered if she was your hand.
"There you go agn, now. Fussin'-
| fussin' for a trif1e.
aWhat do you call trifle, Job?
told you from the first You had no bust
ness sSingin' girl from the poorhouse
here She's unbiddab.e too"
YOU'D orter toto make some low
allowances. Job Wonder, you talk
aWhy don't you spit it ont, Samanthy?
| An eejiot Is that it?"
you've said it
whats the gal done now?"
81 told her to boil quart of rice"
/ "Well-go on. /"
81 was busy-so was Maria. Well
was busy over the bedding, and good
| while afterward | called to Joe to put on
| some cabbage, as the other girls were
| helping Maria with the peas and things.
| She asked mewhat she'd Put the cabbage
! in. said to put it in the pot. She said
| the pots were all full That can't be,
says l. Nothing to put the cabbage in?'
| / called down. No says she: every
/ things full of rice Now. Job, what do
you think that ignorant creature did?
/
make quart, she deliberately measured
out a whole quart Of rice and put it in
| the pot. OF course the rice Swelled, and
! sweled, and swelled. She got out all
| the pans and put it in them, and got
| out the other poland II swelle'l and
| sweled,"
"There, there, Stop, You'll xii me-"
said Job, putting his hands to his sides
as he laughed until tears rolled down
his checks
Samantha bounced out of the room,
angry with him, with his wife, with
everybody and everything. Poor Joe
was laughed at by the women folks for
| week.
The next formal complaint was made
by Mrs. Wonder.
/ .Wil you listen to me. Job? You
must take that girl away. After all the
trouble Eve been at to get my hair
matched. didn't Joe take my new switch,
that cost me eighteen dollars, piait it,
| and make a whip out of it to chase the
! cat with"
| Job was consuming with inward
laughter, but he did not dare to look at
| his wife.
! THE gals lively-full of ideas, that's
all"
/ Another and greater grievance was
| poor .Joe's tenacious hold upon her banjo
| and accordion. The farm-hands sur
| prsed her playing one day. If she had
| any spare time she FASTENED to the barn,
and thummed her banjo and played the
accordion.
| will explain here that these sole
treasures were bcqueathed to her by a
| poor wretch who died at GAINESVILLE
! poorhouSe-a man who in his time was
negro minstrel, but could not stand
| prosperity He took to Joe from the
/ first, and when he found his fingers ha
! not wholly lost their cunning he taught
! her as he sadly picked up and played
upon the instruments that had made his
! name famous.
| Joe embered-treasured up scraps
of the songs he sang, and what she
could not remember, she "pieced out"
woman-like, with her own composition.
! She made parts of tunes. Anything
more laughable or whimsical than Jce'S
| performances on the ban and ac-
Gordon, wheeZy. torn as it was, could
! scarcely be conceived. This was
sample of the extcmpore performances
I the farm hands enjoyed when they
! prevailed upon her to bring her banjo
and accordion to the farmhouse and
i play while they gathered around her in
? a wondering, admiring group.
/ with banjo accompanymcnt)
! Come day, go day,
| Lord send sunday;
shake dat Niger out oh de grass,
| OR he'll never see Monday,
! Never See-never see Monday.
with accordion-vcry dismal
Opoor Lucy Ne-a-al.
. poor Lucy Ne-a-a-l,
i If / had you b. my side
| How happy | would feel.
with banio-rapid
4 little man came riding by,
| Says ], "Ole man. your boss will die"
.Wcll. if he dies IL tan his skin,
An If he lives I'll ride him agln."
Very rapid:
Camptown ladies sing dis song,
Du la, du da;
! Camptown race-track five miles long,
Du da. du da;
Went down lar wild pocket full oh tin,
in da. du da:
Came back home wild hat smashed IN,
Du da, du da, da-a-a.
Gwine to run all night.
Gwine TO run ali day;
III bet my money on de bobtail boss.
Who'll bet on de bay-y-y?
As Joe entertained the group beside
the farm door, She "worked hard" to
borrow Jobs language. Her feet. head
and hands Were in constant motion,
| showing, as Job Wonder said com
menda bic resolution to get there
But ices accomplishments were not
limited To the banjo and accordion. She
was nimblefootcd. and remembering
some of the steps" the negro minstrel
taught her, She would dance and play
the accordion. This was treat to the
farm hands, who sympathized with the
girl, and who applauded her perform
anceS beyond their deserts
necessary to add that her dancing
was Joc,s browning disgrace in Saman-
tha'> eyes. 1T was an abom nation +"
Samantha never could see what there
was in IoeS "antlcS" 10 make her
brother Job laugh.
In all probability Joe's life at the farm
would have flowed on more evenly in
time, but fate ordered that il was to be
cut very short.
young lady, bred in the city. a rcla
tv" of Jobs, visited the farmhou N
company with young gentleman 4
party was given in their honor t. which
many We're invited The company was
| SO large tina. the dancing was confined
10 the clean swept barn floor Fore
most among those who Helped to put the
I barn in order was Joe She helped to
bring in and arrange the evergreeuS, and
/ for once displayed coed taste in Samau-
! tha'S Judgment.
hen the night came Joe was in her
| element. Contrary TO all expectations.
all the festivities after the supper was
| disposed Of Centered at the barn. The
old fashioned games We're begun. and FRO
| crossed merriIy there Old-faSh:oned
| dances were revived there Joe. attired
! in new calico dress, W tn her hair done
/ up for the first time Git was usually IN a
tangle Of curlSl, was among the Specta-
tors for time until the needs Of the
| merrymaker> compelled them 10 press
/ Joe into the dance. She was enjoy n z
| herself a She had never dreamed OF en-
joyment, when suddenly Miss Barley
/ exclaimed
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