The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1893-09-28

gal of mine kin have that putterin' Jed
Smith hangin' raound her. This lOlly-
gaggin' out in the moonshine ev'ry
night with ole Dan Smiths boy, a
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 mew went on the angry
old man, shaking one long crooked
finger in the shrinking girls face.
1--WE sed it, an mean it,"
'Jed's nice feller," timidly VEN
tured the girl. Hes eddycatin of his
self, an he knows heaps"
''Huah!" CALCULATED the father. Lots
of good his eddycashun IL do him when
he has to saw wood an cut hoop-poles
fer a Twin, 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 ouay lxetch one puOlic 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 a nice thing for young
man to be fritterin' away his time over!
swan! the idee makes me wanter take
a 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 ulster 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,
I'm dead sot agin' Jed Smith If he
comes raound here any more, him an
NELL have an argument an he'll wish
we hadn't. If you've got ter have g
Teller to spark up to, take Nat Bates. -
''Oh, pa He's awful humbly, an his
best suit of clothes is skimigilious. He's
the most gaumin' Teller l know, an
he's so ignerent he can't write his own
name"
but his old dads with 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. y
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, pap" timidly asked
Mandy AIMS mother. ut hain't nc
ways likely Jed Smith an her'll bs
wantin' to sgit 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 lookin' Teller
''That'll do, Marthy!" 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 II
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 raYboned 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 dicker."
''Whut you want of a dorg, PAP"
81 want him ter keep that putterin
Jed Smith from breakin' the hinges of
my gate" replied the old man. as he
pulled himself into the rattletrar