The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-04-25

The good I1If spoke 10 her husband
about It. but the deacon only pooh
Ip7chcdI Il was al nonsense. he aaid.
Oh her p@rt-shc only imagined L.
Ole day tho1e who Were watching
The dcacon's house raw sam Jenkins
going toward Il vita . BASKET IN his
hand
The tidings low the man was going
70 lis dooni Tie must Be saved
IRA Walker and Miss spiieer. and a
hnif dszen other women accompanied
by their husbands. and l'arAon TrotNr,
hu Fied 20 the dcacon'A
The dcncon's wife and sam jenkins
were sitting before The fire, fdr Il was
easily IN The spring. eating walnuta and
apples.
~'ifs toe iatcs she's pszened him Ia
them araicsir shriehed Miss Walker
Miserable womnn. said Mis- splic-
err. what have ron donc7y
Done2r said Mrs Hayes. wfpinV her
| speet-cieS ~ dazed sort 81 way
'.l9ne? guess don't understand You.
Mis- Splicer"
Whats the row2f said the deacon.
coming n Just then.
You wife said she'd kill him II re
came here again. said Mrs. Walker. !.
KIN who2' cried the deacon
Her FIRST hnsband!r exclaimed Miss
spiicer.
First husband.'' said the deacon II
guess you've got me there. Mis- Spllcer.
II mint my wife's FIRST husband. then
I'm beatr'
ASK Sam jenkins about lt.' said
Miss spliecr. mnliciousIy.
I" How in thunder should ! know
cried Sam. s
Ard she wouldn't pay you the
money for the mail. " said Mrs. Walker;
''and she's gwinc to kin ron instid. Nv
husband heard her say sol Didn't you,
Gates2''
Yes, said Mr. Walker
Now look here" said the deacon: II
want 70 know what all this tornfoolery
mcans7 And the sooner the better
Gates Walker, II you've heard anything
tell what yon know
hcerd your wife say she'd XIII him |
II he come here again.. and tellei nv
wifc, and she telled Miss Splicer, and /
she SGD as how your wife meant her
first husband which was Mr. jon
kins which had come back TO iii /
money out u her for keeping the e.
cret And he'd come here twice 10 see
about II "
Polly Annf' said the deacon 10 his
wife, did you say what Walker says
ron did2''
"About Sam Jenkins7 Why. no, dea-
con! Sam Jenkins hain't nothit' to mel,'
"A week ago last Tuesday morning.
said Miss Splicer, solemnly, did you not
say out in your woodshed, while Mr..
Walker was In the kitchen to borrow a
that you'd kill him II he ever
come To your house again2n
Lawful massy .sake.f cried Mrs.
Hayes, lifting both her hands. II guess
did. and I'll do II, tooi'' with deter
mination.
Who are You goin' to kill, Sister
Hayes?" asked Parson Trotter
''Silas Whites yaller tomcati'' said
Mrs. Hayes "IIe's plagued my life
out all winter; and that particular
morning that MIR. Walker speaks Of. he
got into the woodshed and Tapped the
insides out of two custard pies that I'd /
set out there TO cool consarn him.
w friends. said Parson Trotter,
''our business seems to be done. Let
Us be agoing..
Not till know what Sam Jenkins
Is providing around here after said
Miss Splicer, angrily.
~ ft2- : dnz9.; - as-zr Ia set
speckled hen, ma'am; but the deacon's
hens are on a strike and I've had to
come three tinesl Mrs. Hayes has Just
informed me that the last egg Of the
dozen was laid yesterday"
The busybodies departed, a 9ittle
crestfallen. but still keen after another
scandal
Does this sketch point any moral?
DO any Of my readers know a Miss
Splicer and Mrs. Walker? IL not,
then they must all live in very delight
full communities.--oh Farmer.
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