Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-06-14
Mr. BARNES NEW WIFE.

NH. DAMN LAC 1NGW " - III |
~ declare she's the han'somest wo
man I walks into the Ransom meet'n
house Barnes must of had his eyes
men when he picked her out
II was Mr. Whiting who expressed
,bs opinion He and his wife were
pckng early peas in their nigh gar
dem" rs they called the patch nearest
the house.
Mrs. Whiting did not reply immedi
.teIy. but she went on with her work
with such energy that the pea vines
entered at her hands. When her hus
hand repeated with JUNCTION. ''the ham
smnest woman" she exclaimed:
81 heard We plain 'nough, Zenas.
You're Jest like the rest of the men.
They all think they never seen nothin'
like her. N she does look well, Iain't
disputin' of that"
an her figger!" unwisely went on
Mr.. Whiting. as he dropped handful
Of pea pods into the pan; m her walk.
We amt seen no such in Ransom sence
that woman from New Orleans was
boarding down to the Bankses. Where
did you say he found herF'
"Over beyond Bellin' ham, Sarah Rip
lev said. She knows of her folks, was
the unenthusiast -. reply.
After awhile Mr.. Whiting brought
another handful of pods, and said that
women was odd. He didn't see, for
his part, why they couldn't own up
when they seen face m figger like
Barnes new WIFE 'Twouldn't hurt 'em
none"
Mrs Whiting Strengthened herself up
from the vines. She looked intently at
the currant bushes, and apparently ad
dressed her remarks to them.
"'Tain't no use to try to make men
know anything, she said. Then glanc
ing down at her husband, who was sit
ting on his heels and very busy, she
continued
I'm thinkin' of his first wife. Poor
Marshyl It's jest thirteen months n
nix days sence she died, m a blessed re-
lease to her hope she's with her son
Barney. If there's any justice in Gods
laws she's a-resting with her son."
The woman spoke with almost tear
ful earnestness. She turned and looked
toward the tall white house that stood
behind its elms and lilacs short dis
lance down the road.
II tell you, Zenas, # know any
thing bout folks by their faces Sam
Barnes IL have difrunt time with his
second wife from what he did with his
first | hope he will, n shall see it.
It'll do Inc sight of good to have him
stan roun'. Let him take his turn,
say. He's had most thirty year bein
boss"
IN yet Barnes is a good, fair n
square man to deal with, n regular
member of the church," said Mr. Whit
Ing
II know all that" responded Mrs
Whiting, but you amt never ben his
wife,"
'iiS oih you, Stit NSAA"~
with his comfortable laugh.
Thank the Lord for thati" was the
fervent answer.
Then the two glanced at each other
and IN their eyes was something which
might have led an observer to believe
That after all marriage was not always
failure.
When both were steadily and 81
iently at work again there was heard l
voice from the other side of the wal
where the road lay.
i didn't mean to begin to borrow
80 soon, Mrs; Whiting, but will you
lend Inc nutmeg2 want to max
some dried apple pie. Mr.. Barnes i
lond of hot pie for supper"
The man and woman in the gardel
stood up suddenly.
Leaning on the wall in an indolen
attitude was tall woman whose figur
united somewhat at redundance, bu
whose corset confined her waist so tina
US yet the hint was not too pro
houneed. The dark, thin gown wa
very plain, but fitted with a perfection
never seen in Ransom, except perlap
IN the case of that lady from NeN
oreans The people in this tow
were not in the habit of seeing VIC
mans shoulders and hips accentuate
IN that way, and to the feminine rura
mind there almost seemed soinethin
nMhodest in a gown like that. Il
WITS so dif'runt, you know" But the
couldn't help admiring the effect an
envying
Mrs. Whiting recovered her power
vi speech so that she could bid tn
o,ner come right in" for she ha
plenty of nutmegs, and she knew Dire
apple pies we're mighty fiat thing
without good deal of spice.
Mrs. Barnes went round to the bac
gate and sauntered down the patti
one stopped and spoke to Whiting an
smiled at him. She was one of thos
whose voice and glance keep the
special sweetness for men. Withot
having q distinctly formulated belle