The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-11-29

a gentle whine.
/. couldn't, said Aunt Dorey. with emphasis.
II shouldn't wonder a mite IL twould be
the bs ssst y ,hlns go In H ies w sef Ma aGr P fOae fo
keep house for him, n she'd make him
gee. N then he'd begin to think twas
could keep under his thumb. You axe a
man that hates !upsettin' things as Phi
marrer-bones pretty quick.
when you've gone a,ong jest so fer con,
s Sid,aS So,,,5 many years; Il gets to seem M as IL
PlaIntiyely, I guess | know pretty well
Alone Il ! could 4 eR Wsss p Ean my m IS kind ,S i Of se, hi%
years old. m she's. aesi got a new settn'-
When a Single woman has got so fur along
In years as that. N has got her own things
round her. all nice m comftable, she ain,t
out. Eunice hain't nobody to do fer, n
she can live real easy"
Il shou,n't wonder a mite II she'd be
to slave for: that's the way with a good
many women said Aunt Dorey, sagely.
with only Phiiander m. me- pursued Maria.
her thoughts wandering back to her own
srisyan %s used @sdPe sa have eom nneb T : hesssefnl.
I'd 'lotted so on Emerline's bein' here to-
morrer: N then her baby up n, had sa the
don't know what / should do. 1t didn't
sss m,n If I S Seald OF Put the e D %iss Of heart into
1T is a time when folks thinks OF them
gentle %snifiie: But therei Mira, the longer
always to work fetchin' good things to
pass. Sometimes it seems as If He was
kind of jog-trottin', N sometimes as If he
earin' about the b!eeedin' hearts that get
mixed up in the machinery; but, in the
| long run, you can't help seem that things
4 are Uynrkins fnQafh0r for good After VOn'VR
waited m waited, but jest in the nick of
time. after all. He fetches beautiful things
fo ssssi ! but d0 Because say I've i ers seeh e. like the
In the itful light of the kerosene Aunt
Dosys Su p aIwaps and aid pla tsSe face sse snSne- views.
Aunt Dorey. SEEMS il fat folks always
could" said Maria, in an envious tone.
an armful of wood, which he dropped into
the box with e great elatter; 4, sharp wind wins
"Gett'n' Thanksgiyin' we~ather-changin'
to snow remarked Thaddeus, sententious-
rubicund Face. Heard about the movin'
that's broke down in Smoky Lane?"
"A movin' this weather. n. broke down!
Thaddeus, what be you talkin' about?' de-
manded Maria, impatiently.
It's jest as true as I'm ~a-settin' here"
s ssid IRa oat his T sro2en st0 %itte by t ne yWrSSeeeei
come off; twas kind Of a rickety old wagon,
anyhow, N twas muddy there in Smoky
Il I4duC. 1NODOuy NAo liiEs was, VI
where they was goin' to. Pretty poor
folks they was. by the looks of their
things. Hosy Glineh n. /, we went over
across the field into Hink Bigbee's Old
house; there's a chance TO make a fire
there. so they won't freeze, if the winders
is most all broken out. Hosy Clinch see
'em so, N he said the woman had to drag
the horse n man along both of EN-; they
rain m .sleet a-comin' down like sixty on
their beddin' m quilts. She tried to carry
couldn't seem to do it; she want ,bIsgern
a pint Of cider, anyhow. Hosy said he had
a good mind to heip her, but he was afraid
siSin'. Say. MIS- scates, we had to have
f 'ast 6 1lg d 59r tSe sm after Lot at, 10 tO Old w Mis. sS Siin the
without thinkin' nothins about it. 1 tell you
he's a ~rouser:". Thaddeus wagged his head
ITS jest the way. when we hain't got
hardly anybody to eat it," said Maria, de-
jectedly.. Things always works jest that
.Them poor folks! don't seem as if
there'd ought to be anybody keepin, such
81 expect they're some of them French
Canadians that got out Of work when the
Rain' S s5Sssd to dS Mil S sG willi haOin, to gns
a chance. It's a dretful night to be campin'
OF, like that; But there! them folks are
used to hardships," and Maria, with a sigh,
dismissed the Migrants from her mind, lay
ing to her soul, as we all 40, the iattering
JUNCTION that other peoples feelings were
Il want certain that Philander would
go down to Eunice's Tonight" she con-
tinued, after a pause in which Aunt Dorey
had stepped heavily across the room to the
ancient sideboard and stirred her finely
chopped citron into the rich mass that was
got her brothers folks there from Orland,
m it'll be real upsettin' to him. She's al.
S gays c SIps n np t tn a e ali her the rh fo!as aSs9s
got, n they couldn't, never come before
because Laviny's mother, that died last
summer was bedrid'n-she couldn't leave
to-morrer. m fetch her folks, but she kind
expect she though 'twould Took too much
like a family party. Must have been tryini
to Eunice, tine way Philander's acted. HI
fidgeted round consid' able before he went
off tonight, N 1 most thought he van
goin', but ! expect he couldn't help goin'
a cretur Of habit. 1 most wonder that
Eunice should "a let her folks come. know
in how 'twould put him out"
well, il does beat all, Mira, TO see how
you curchey to Philanaer n expect every,
body else is ,goin' to. For my part, Tn
him out a little. It'll do him a sight o.
good. / give her a little hint the other day
that that was what she'd ought to do"
pudd dhna bags out Of its folds. looked at he'
aunt, and laughed a laugh that showed al
the uncomely width of her false teeth ant
all the seams of her small, worn face.
"You're a real Western cyclone. Aun
Dorey," she said.
Meanwhile Philander was sitting, mis-
erably i'll at ease, in Eunice Wings seldom
used parlor, where a fire had been hastil,
lighted. He had proved a wet blanket In
the sitting room, being quite inadequate Il
the demands Of Eunice's riotous nephew,
that he should play lion'' on all tours
and heiplessly irresponsible to Laviny's re
cital of the infantile ailments of her broo,
and her sympathetic suggestions concernin,
the trials of rheumatism and the hardness
of the season through which they wer,
passing for old folks.
Eunice lighted the fire in the parlor, blu
that sanctuary's unaccustomed splendors O
beribboned tides and picture throws,
plush albums and stuffed birds, weighe,
upon Philander's spirits, and Eunice's min'
seemed dwelling to an unreasonable exten
on ,'her folks"
Hiram m Laviny, they're urgin' m
considerable to go home with 'em m pas
the winter" she said at length, fngerin,
the hem of her white apron abstractedly
'Laviny needs help with the children, n
she's got a lot of SEWN m rug-makin' OIL
hand, so / guess L should be worth m;
keep"
.its-it's an u~psettin' idee," faltered Phi
lander, becoming an embodied Despair a
he sat upon the slippery hair-cloth sof
and nervously smoothed his gaunt knees.
ITS KEEP me awake considerable for tw
or three nights" said Eunice, and her face
which was plump and fair in spite of ii
forty-five years, suddenly showed all il
fine lines. Its real hard to make up m
mind. There's my horse m cow. m m.