Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1892-06-10

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3!saScz 40 MY, differed from her
ncighbors in any
way, except in making better bread, pics,
cake, etc., in having the proud distinc-
ton of getting her washing on the line
every Monday morning when her neigh
bors have only advanced to the point of
washing up the breakfast dishes; and in
understanding all matters appertaininr
to housekeeping better than any of them.
In these things, Mrs. Quigley modestly
acknowledges she does excel; but if any
ane were to say to her: MRS. Quigley,
yo'kSFS moralist, philosopher, satirist
and AWratcgist," she would Indignantly
deny beng any one of these things.
That she would not have the slightest
notion rs to the meaning of the words
would only make her denial more en-.
phatic. In appearance, Mrs. Quiglcv is
tall and stout, with a ruddy face, and
hair strcaked with gray; her eyes are
bright and dark. In front, her form is
what is commonly called short-waistcd,
here her apron band reaches It's highest
point, it desccnds rs 1T cncircles her
ample waist, and slopes off in n beautiful
bow i'll the back.
The other day 1 went over to Mrs.
Quiglcy's to buy some butter. Mrs.
Quiglcy makes the best butter in the
country. but she doesn't like to sell it
to any but regular customer. 1 am
nota regular customer; Mrs. Quiglcy
has had all her customers for years. /
won't say am waiting for one of them
to die, but should like to get lily but
ter of Mrs. Quigley.
"Now, you've come fur more of nv
butter. amt you," she said, rs 1 an.
pcared before her, dish in hand.
had my diplomatic speech ell pre-
pared, so began
You know, Mrs. Quigley, I can't get
any butter like yours in town. Mrs.
Brooke and the Doctor arc coming to
ten. They ALWAYS have such good but
ter; you wouldn't want me to disgrace
myself by giving them the stuff that
comes from the store" Mrs. Ouipley
had great contempt for "store butter"
"Therc's others has just us good but
ter rs mine. You're only consatev. y
said Mrs. Quiglcy, looking highly graf
flied.
disclaimed any tendency toward
"consatiness" so vehmently that Mrs.
Quiglcy weakened, rs she always did.
YOU'D talk amy body over; how much
nd you want?o she asked.
''As much as you can spare" 1 re-
piled.
81 couldn't give you morc'n two
pound, she said, taking the dish, and
disappearing in the cellarway.
While she was gone I sat looking
around the shining kitchen, thinking
what an awful amount of work it must
be to keep everything in the required
state of polish.
There's IL good two pound" said
Mrs. Quigley coming into the. kitchen,
and holding the butter up to my admir-
ing eyes.
THANK you ever so much" said I,
gratefully.
Mrs. Quigley set the butter on the Ia
bic. She always puts it on the table
instead of handing it to me, in order to
make me stay and talk with her awhile.
1--WE great mind to tell you some
thing" she said, looking at me with
twinkllng eyes and waiting to be urged.
"Please do, said I, all attention.
"Course you'd never tell2"
sworc eternal secrecy, and Mrs. Quic.
ley proceeded:
"Well, you know Jake has been a-run-
MIN after Min Smith"
''ls it possible2" I said, seeing was
expected to he scapdaliZpd
Eyes; and of ali shiftless folks them
Smiths is the shiftlcssest. WANT
a-goin' to work an slave to get this home
fur Jake, and then have that Min Smith
a-settin' in my porlor, a-weariu' out my
carpet that l pad seventy five cents u
yard fur"
al should tliinl. notl"
81 was most pestercd to death. I
didn't know what on earth to do. |
knowed there want no use a-talkin' to
Jake, fur when his heads sot, it's sot.
Jakes the kind of Teller that's always
a-lnyin' down the law about how a
worfan ousht-a be, and then goes and
takes girl that 'ain,tno more like what
he wants than Il crow"
give seen just such men,"
"Well, that's the kind of teller Jake
IS. laid awake nights a-thinkin'
about it. and at last struck Oh plan to
break 1t up. You know Jakcs always
SAID he'd never marry girl that couldn't
make good chicken pot-pie; he's terrible
1ond chicken por-pie: and plague take
the luck if that want the very thing
MIN Smith could make. went over to
her house and asked her to come and
spend the day with me. She was tickled
to death to get the invite. Course she
snid she'd come. She was a-readn'
when l went In, an the house WANT a
bit clean. I don't believe the stov,d