Passaic City record., 1892-12-10

HA&MHE<N/NXNSo ana Eilaklm Elil
EW90W w. was driving Sc
renely down Hay Hill.
.sI amt poet" thought he, "but il
I was I could write lot of rhymes
about this. Why, it's poetry all the
way through. And-eh? howa-whata
Who's thats"
It was the widow Hepsy Hall, stand
ing at the door of her little one -storied
house and beckoning with her long,
lean arms toward him. The farmer
drew his rein.
ssHold on, Sorrell" he apostrophized
his steed. "You amt never in hurry
when / want you to be, so calkerlate
you can stand still bit now. Wal,
Mis- Hall, what can l dew for ye this
morning2"
s'I've got some pumpkins that want
to SELL" said the Widow Hepsy.
ssDrefful likely ones."
ssPumpkins2" echoed Eliakim. "Why,
bless your soul, Mis- Hall, pumpkins is a
drug in the market just now. The
pumpkin crop has turned out powerful
good, thank Providence, and our folks
is feedin' 'em to the caows."
A shadow of dire disappointment
crept over the old woman's face as she
stood there, uncommonly picturesque,
against the curly hop-tendrils and
crimson woodbine leaves that garlanded
the doorway. The tears came into her
dim eyes.
] "Then I may as we'll give it up" said
she, in accents of despair. "For hain't
uothin' else to sell; and Belindy had set
much store on my comm down this
autumn afore cold weather set in"
"Eh2" said Mr.. Ellis, good naturedly,
s'you was goin' down to Belindy's, ehf''
81 can't without no money" said the
widow Hepsy Hall. "And was sort of
calculatin' on them pumpkins. The corn
hasn't amounted to nothin', and the
weasels has TUX all the poultry, and the
dried berried mildewed that last dog
days weather, and the carpet weavin'
business is awful dull; so what be l to
dot"
''Can't ye put off your visit7" said
Ellakim, thoughtfully Ticking the top
OF q cluster of OK eyed dalsles that grew
very close to his wagon wheels.
'sBelindy's little boys got the Group"
said Mrs. Hall, iugubriously. 'sAnd her
husband has fell off a high scaffold and
broke his leg. And if ever Pm wanted
there, it's now"
! 81 swami" CALCULATED honest Eliakim,
rs he realized what the double meaning
Of poverty and misfortune was 'sFetch
me them pumpkins; I'll buy 'em, any
how"
i s'I'll let you have the whole lot for o
dollar" said the Widow Hepsy, wist-
fully. "They're jest out in the corner
iot."
sAin't gathered, eh2"
s'Bless me! who have I got to gather
'em2" retorted Mrs. Hall-'sand not a
soul about the place, and me with that
old crick in my back"
Eliakim's heart smote him. Who was
he, to complain of little extra trouble,
when the Widow Hepsy was so much
worse off than himself2 So he alighted
and led Sorrel laboriously down the stony
cart track toward the cornfeld, where,
amid the harvested shocks, cleaned the
ruddy gold of pumpkins innumerableo
y
ssPumpkins!" screamed Mrs. Ellis,
when her husband drove into the door
yard at noon. sPumpkins! Why, Eli.
AKIN Ellis, what on earth are you bring
ing pumpkins here fors Amt we got
the barn chambers full, and the lofts
full, and the very cattle won't eat 'em2
Be you clean gone crazya"
Mrs. Ellis was high-cheek boned fe-
male, with projecting front teeth and
hard greenish eyes, like badly-colored
marbles. She was one of those who
worshiped gain as the fire .worshipers
fell down before the sun. money is
money!" was her fayorite axiom. And
Eliaklm felt his heart sink within him a
he faced her stern, Incorporating
gaze.
s.They're jest few" he began.
GA fewl'' shrilly echoed his wife
ssThe waggin is Jest heaped fulli And
we a-throwin' of 'em away every day
That's Jest like mans calculatin'I"
.sonly few" said Eliakim, desper
atcly, s'that I've brung down here II
sell for Mrs. Hall. There amt mucl
-r.~Lot ar, that uav vou know T.0isv -