The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1892-07-01

with you. And, if it's no offense, I'll
bid We Good-mornin!"
And Mr.. Austey went off, muttering
to himself words that would scarcely
have edited Mr.. Jarrett could he have
heard them.
Them Jarretts amt hardly human
said he, re-adjusting under his arm the
little bundle of American flags, in diff
ferent styles and sizes, which he had
not ventured to unrolL sit does
seem as if they didn't think O. nOthin'
but gettin' copper pennies together and
countin' EN-, over and over ag'inn'
When Hiram Jarrett had come in
from the onion field. tired and warm
and stiff with long stopping. he glanced
with a dissatisfied eye 1T the table,
where his wife had set out bowl of
rasp5erries and milk, a biEous-look-
ing slab of cold salt pork. heaped
around with beet greens, and half Il
loaf of rye bread.
There amt no sense in settin'
table," said be. I'D Jest as soon eat
my victuals off the pantry shelf.''
1t seems more sociable-likc to sit
down." said his wife, pale, faded lit
tie woman with light-blue eyes and
hair already beginning to turn gray,
although she was not yet forty years
old.
Its all waste o time, gettin' ready
and cleanin' up" said he, beginning to
eat like famished ocelot.
Mrs. Brimmer was over here this
mornin'," said Mrs. Jarrett, pouring
herself out cup of weak tea, sweet
ened with maple sugar and drunk with
out milk, because the creameries gave
three cents quart for all that the
three blanket cows yielded.
''Eh?" said Hiram. ''NYhat for?''
'Well, she's goin' OYER to East Hill
to spend Fourth o July. and she can't
take that little Fresh Air child with
her; her grandson's so IL and can't
bear the least bit of noise. And she
thought perhaps we'd be willin' to hev'
him here, jest for day"
''Shes mistaken, Their" said Hiram,
with his month full OF pork and greens.
81 don't set no store by children, espe-
cially that sort O child.''
Mrs. Jarrett looked wistfully at her
husband, but made no remonstrancc.
She knew from long experience how
useless it was to set up her wishes
against his will.
Hiram Jarrett was very tired that
night when he went to bed. but his
last words were 4 sheer and cavil at
the prevailing folly.
ssJu6ua Diprlav iD1aad>; S1i1 ha
And Fourth OF July Grafton! don't
b'lieve Judge Dingley's great-gran'ther
carried musket at Bunker Hill as mine
did"
Then you be proud O. the day, after
alp" said Mrs Jarrett
Il don't b'lieve in maxim such an all
fred fuss over it." said Hiram, shortly.
The Fourth of July dawned, red sun
shining through vail of mist. Hiram
rose and proceeded TO his work, as usual.
Mrs. Jarrett went to neighboring viii
lage. where she had sister as hard
working and down-trodden as herself.
Betsy IS cleanin' house." said Mrs. Jar
rett, by way of excuse to her husband.
land if help her day p'r'aps she'll
come over in blackberry time and lend
me hand with the jam"
Mr.. Jarrett had been across to the
fur pastur', a" 10 put the cows into new
grazing grounds. and was returning by
the short cut through the Widow Brim-
mer's apple-orchard, when the sound of
a distant cannon struck upon his ear.
They've begun with their toomfool-
cry already" said ne to himself. But
it sounds sort o pleasant, too. Won
der if it sounded that ere way TO my
great-gran'ther at Bunker Hill? And
there's flag up on the top o. Deacon
Saltonstalrs store. guess I've got as
good right to fly flag rs he has, if
Halo. Who be you, little man?"
A child, seven or eight years old,
fair-haired, blue-eyed little creature,
was sitting on Mrs. Brimmer's doorstep,
looking solemnly up at him.
I'm Johnny JONES'" said he.
There's nobody at home. was to
stay here, right by the door. until she
came back. My dinner was in a paper,
but was hungry, and I've eaten it up.
Is 1t past dinner time, piease?'
Its a quarter of ten, precisely
said M. Jarrett, consulting the huge
silver watch which had belonged to his