Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1893-11-27
Miriam Haviland'S Thanks
giving Surprise.

~eYes?'' said Mrs Gillet, reaching
fog the sponge cake, "its down right
ou-Christian, the way Merry Gid
-GEgs treats her!"
* STis sol" seconded Mrs. Peleg
Lzrkins, who was entertaining few
friends at tea party. II wouldn't
stzad it, if was Lyddy."
NeLa! she's used to it, poor thing!''
put IN Miss Nabby Cobb; cam besides,
don't reckon she kin better herself"
sE wonder she never married"
Uttered the Widow Pullen.
Se FTain't fur want o. chances, "spoke
mp the hostess, sharply, as she passed
"a cup of tea to her right-hand neigh
sh0r- t'Lyddy might Nv married long
ago, fore she was out of her tWenties.
Squire Paddock he was dead sot after
Eer; an I dunno how many more.
BaS with six CROWN sisters on her
hands, all vounger'n her, an no moth
CT TO look after 'em, she felt twas
'her duty to stay single. AM she did.
Now the rest of 'em is all married, an
Lyddy's left"
They make perfect niggard of
hex among Eem, too" declared Mrs.
GIRIet, biting her sponge cake vicious
H. as if it were one of the transgress
Tag parties. eff there's new baby
on hand, Sister Lyddy must be sent
fur; or if anybuddy's sick, or gifts a
Sane crossways, nobuddy can't cure
~saa but Lyddy. It's Lyddy here, an
lxtyddY there, an Lyddy everywhere!
IL Nan amt got nothin' special fur
her TO do, Sally has; an when Sally's
through with her,it's Roxanny's turn;
-saa7 SO it goes"
AN as for marryin''' put in Miss
Nabby, "they don't want her to mar
sEy. that's what. They air all so trifin'
an shif'less, they want her to do the
work fur tem''
S'That's where the shoe pinches,'
agreed the hostess. "Here she's been
hack two weeks at sNeryy's after
sfayin' a year an more to Prosper
2Hn's am she hain't skeercely been
aafside o. the house since she Gomez
<Hnio! ladies. Amt got through
with your drinkin' party yet, hey?"
=grinaed Uncle Pelag Larkins, jocose-
Lyr as he walked into the room with
Eight powdering of snowfakes on his
gray oVercoat.
CHOW pal" protested his wife.
CHOW you do talk, Mr.. Larkins,''
gEggfed the widow.
NsWhat think I heared over to the
school meetin' to- day, ladies?'' asked
Uncle Peleg, appropriating vacant
chair at the table, after hanging his
-arGcoat on peg in the corner, and
tessing his hat on the floor. "But
y0a couldn't never guess, 50 I'll tell
ye- They air agittin' up a donation
PARTY fur Brother Goodlove, the night
1Iore Thankgivin'.''
Aud thereupon the subject of Lydia
Gales troubles was forgotten in the
greater interest of the donation
party.
Its burning shame! am I shill
cell Brother Goodlove SO, too, if he is
q preacher" declared Mrs. Larkins,
aagrily.
~Hey?' What is it wife?'' asked
UacIe Peleg, setting the pail of foam
leg milk on the kitchen table, and
warming his hands by the stove. stAny-
thing happened?"
<<@ Anything happened?"' repeated
Azs wife, hurrying to the pantry for
crock to stain the milk in ct sh'd
say there had! Here we've been
z-Workin' like beavers, this two
~eeks an more, cookin' fur that do
1zfzoa, an now Brother Goodlove
says he WON'T hev it. We had meant
&C o. KEEP it a secret; but it lex out,
eanzeway, someway another, an got
80 his years, an he throwed cold wa
Ter on il. Sister Goodlove feels pow
EE51l hurt about it; but she thought
she better tell US, fur she says he
won't except even SO much as bis
cut. An what we air a-goin' to do
yz7fh the stacks o. vittles that's cooked
"a MORN know"
esShoI stis sort o. dispertin' to hev
<-our truck all cooked, an nobuddy
Fer eat is,7' admitted Uncle Peleg,
saysa pathizingly. "But it's my 'pinion
Brother Goodlove don't know which
side his breads buttered."