The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-09-22

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NAliN .F1, ,onsNrSI1AND ANN
TNTA. afFIMIH l~l said Old Dat
"NT IrEA Brown, stern
EdJM,M ly, ''this ere.
% MNR gotter stop
~ an there's ne
@W two ways
erbout it. Nc
gal of mine kin have that putterin' Jeo
Smith hangin' raound her. This lolly.
gaggin' out in the moonshine ev'ry
night with ole Dan Smiths boy, q
younker as never took no noshun to dig
taturs an work like other boys, is
played out an done with. He only
knows enough to lay araound an read
books an putter an fuss an tinker
over some wu'thless riggin'."
'Oh, pal" half sobbed Mandy Ann.
'Don't oh pa mel" went on the angry
old man, shaking one long crooked
finger in the shrinking girls face.
I've sed it, an mean it's
'Jed's nice feller,'' timidly ven
tured the girl ''He's eddycatin' OF his
self, an he knows heaps"
''Huah!" calculated the father. "Lots
of good his eddycashun III do him when
he has to saw wood an cut hoop-poles
fer livin'. the way his father did
afore him"
But he's goin' ter be rich-he's goin'
ter be great inventor. He says there's
lots of money made in little things, if
they only ketch the public fancy, an
now he's gittin' up puzzle game he
calls Hens in the Kitchen The puz-
zle's to git the hens out It's marster
cute"
"'Hens in the Kee-e-chin!' Now
hain't that nice thing for young
man to be fristerin' away his time over!
l swan! the idee makes mewanter take
CLUB an knock some sense inter his
head! Him an inventor The idee!"
"Why not him, pa? You know Mr..
Gordon, as is comm here to board next
week, is an inventor. That's how he
made his money, an he tole me last
summer he uster go barefoot when he
was boy and never had no money till
he got up that cultivator riggin'.".
That's all right. He invented cul-
tivator, but he didn't fiddle away his
time on Hens in the Kitchen riggin.'
It's no use to talk to me, Mandy Ann,
Pm dead sot agin' Jed Smith. If he
comes raound here any mora, him an
nell have an argument an he'll wish
we hadn't. If you've got ter have
feller to spark up to, take Nat Bates"
ooh, pa. He's awful humbly. an his
best suit Of clothes is skimigilious He's
the most gaumin' feller l know, an
he's SO ignerent he can't write his own
name"
''But his old dads wuth much as
fifteen hundred dollars, sides his farm,
an that's good for nigh two thousan
He's rich man. Mandy, an Nat'll get
ev'ry dollar bumby. You've got to
look arter them little p'ints, gal. Now
you put yourself ter bed, an don't you
let me hear no more about Jed Smith"
Mandy Ann had never disobeyed her
father, but the time had come when
she felt like rebelling. However, she
went to bed, as directed, where she
sobbed herself to sleep and dreamed Of
Jed Smith all the night
Don't you think you was jest leetle
peaked on the GAL pa?" timidly asked
Mandy AIMS mother. ut hain't no
ways likely Jed Smith an her'u be
wantin' to git hitched jest cause he
comes an talks to her at the gate two
ur three times a week. They's alwus
been playmates an set store by each
other, an Jed's nice loolsin' feller-'
''That'n do. Marthyr' snapped Old
Dad. Don't you try to dictate me.
You're alwus runnin' things to suit
yourself, but I'm goin' to hev my say
this timer
Mrs. Brown sighed and was silent 1t
was so long since she had had her own
way in anything that she was easily
hushed
The following day, as Old Dad put
the harness on his rawboned white
horse. he observed to Mandy Ann, who
happened to be within hearing:
I'm goin' over to see Josh Cole. He's
got big dorg as he wants ter trade
with me for some hens, an guess we
kin make .icker."
''Whut you want of dorg, pa?"
81 want him ter keep that putterin'
% ca A'l-AANIl iIOill li2C Is OAl
my gate" replied the old man, as ne
pulled himself into the rattlctrap /
wagon. Git up, Ketury- Away he ]
went
Handy Ann was frightened
Il must tell jed abaout that dorg."
she said
Hurrying down the lane and across 1
the fields, she came upon comely
young fellow who was stretched in the 4
shade beside a murmu-iry brook he 4
sprang Up smiling and holding ont his
hands as she approached
I've succeeded. Mandy, DEAR" he .
cried. ioyously-"rve finished the puz-
zle, III be rich as soon IS can find
capitalist 10 back mc!'
Then cloud came over his face, ss
Mandy hurriedly told him of her IA
Tiers resolE ton
do you lore ne, Mandy. girl?-
asked the youth, taking her rather
pretty face between his shapely hands
and looking straigh; into her eyes,
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