The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1893-08-27

he's eittin' up puzzle game he calls
Hens in the Kitchen. The puzzles to
git the hens out. IT. marster cute. -
Hens in the Kee-e- chin! Now hahn t
that nice thing for young man to be
frltter1n away his time over | swami
the 1dee 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. es is comm here to board next
week, is an inventor. That's how he
made his money, an he tole me last sum-
mer he ulster go barefoot when he was a
boy and never had no money till he got
up that cultivator riggin'.''
That's all right. He invented Gull
tivator, but he didn't fiddle away his
time OF Hens in the Kitchen Diggin'
It's no use to talk to me. Mandy Ann,
I'm ded sot agin' Jed Smith. If he comes
raound mere any more, him an NELL have
an argument and he'll wish We hadn't.
Ii you've got ter have teller To spark up
to, take Nat Bates.''
'Oh, pa! He's SO 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 fif-
teen hundred dollars, sides his farm, an
that's good for nigh two thousan'. He's
q rich man, Mandy, an Nat'll git ev'ry
dollar bumby. You've got to look arter
them little p'ints, gal. Now you put
yerself ter bed, an don't you let me hear
no more abaout Jed Smith,
Mandy Ann had never disobeyed her
rather, but the time had come when she
felt like rebelling However, she went
to bed, as directed, where she sobbed her.
self to sleep and dreamed OF Jed Smith al
night.
"Don't you think you was Jest leetle
Mandy Ann's mother. cit hain't no
ways likely Jed Smith an her. II be want
In to get 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 a store by each other, an Jed's a
nice-lookin' feller-''
"That'll do, Martha!' snapped Old
Dad. Don't you try to dictate me!
You're allwus runnin' things to suit
yourself. but Pm goin' to hev my say
this time!''
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:
m goin' over to see Josh Cole. He's
got big dorg as he wants ter trade with
me for some hens, am I guess we can
make d1cker.''
stWhuu you want of dorg, pa?''
81 want him ter keep that putterin'
Jed Smith from breakin' the hinges off
my gate," replied the old man, as he
pulled himself into the rattletrap wagon.
"Gid ap, Ketury!" Away he went.
Mandy Ann was frightened.
II must tell Jed abaout that dorg,"
she said.
Hurrying down the lane and across the
fields she came upon comely young fell
low who was stretched in the shade be-
side murmur1ng brook. He sprang up
smiling and holding out his hands as she
approached.
'I've succeeded, MANDY dearl'' he
cried, joyously. cove finished the
puzzle! I'll be rich as soon as l can find
capitalist to back meI''
Then a cloud came over his face as
Mandy hurriedly told him her fathers
resolution.
''Do you love me. Mandy girl?'' asked