The record-union., 1895-06-22

how as I'd never had the heart to lead
in, though ia wanted to bad enough,
says |:
Il been a-thinkin'. Caleb. as how if ye
don't object, and seein' as there's moro
fruit than we can use ourselves that L
might otter 1.-THE jelly as we didn't
need-oyer TO BelPs big supply store IN
town."
AT first he didn't take to the notion Of
my doing extra work-I did enough
without goin' TO earnin', says he, it bein'
| the mans place 10 provide. But once
started | talked persistent, urgin' as how
II the earnln's was really in part mine, L
might go on spree when l wanted one
| bad without getUn' so low down as to
steal. At which he, laughin' at the joke,
gives in, sayin', NV ell, ye has right to
do as ye please, only don't overwork,
deary"
tell ye, Flossie, that jelly sold like hot
cakes. for l allus had luck with sech-
never was time as fruit refused to jell
Tor Martha Tucker, and so next season l
made more and quite variety of pre-
sarved things. ana Bell was only too
glad TO take all | could sparo-1or never,
be sure, was the little cupboard left bare,
no. nor never kept under lock and key
neither, Caleb bein' welcome TO help
himself if he wished, which, however,
be never was known to do a second
time.
And dye know, FTossie, what I did
with my own partickler earnin's? |
ranged 1t all private with Farmer Nell
son, rs to payln' up by degrees, and in
the course OF years we two, Caleb and
Martha Tucker, was owners in full of the
1rult orchard opposite, not fruit tree of
II all, however, as we hadn't planted our
selves. We commenced with. cherry
ana apple and pear trees, every year
few, and then ounce and plum and april
cot followed along, all the choicest sorts
as could be found, and all fOurished fine.
specially over that blessed filIed-in pond
OF Nelson's, which pertickIer spot Caleb
Will call Hebron, and Of all the promised
land-a whole acre of it. ana earned by
his Wife-that spot, Hebron, air his 1avor-
lte resting place.
And even to this day [ keeps on maxim
jelly and sass of ali sorts and Caleb lie
works with Will, and SO its come about.
in the slX-and-twenty-y year as we've
pulled peaceable i'll harness together.
leavin' out that balky spell, we We added
on not only fore and back lots, bnt to the
right and left well, and we've built on
this main part OF our house, with four
sIZable rooms ana bay Winder to the
parlor, till | don't see as how, if we keeps
on and lives to be Octergenaries, we can
get out OF dyin' in reg'la palace in the
midst OF a great park.
IL.
with sech swimmn' luck and blessln's
manifold | heaved that sigh. And I'll
tell 1t, deary. There's jest one bessin as
hasn't been granted, and that air an \ CHI
sab to enjoy these good things along with
us two, and then take them 10 herself,
with mayhap an Othniel to share them,
after we've passed on TO the true prom
lsed land. But | don't mean to repine; ]
do believe the good Lord knows what is
best for US.
And now as Pve done my moral tale
think how immoral all might have come
about II IT hadn't been 1Or them blessed
fever germs!-why, PHI Jest set the old
presarvin' kettle back and stop stirrin' q |
minnit 10 hail q passin acquaintance.
No. ye set Still, Elossie- - I'lI not 90
more'n two steps out of the kitchen
door
"Ho, there! Dye pass without so much
as word? Good evenin' 10 ye, Mr.. Gill
christ. DO step III and seek d posy for
ye buttonhOle. Look about and take yer
cholce-Pd advise yer selectin' Of q blush
rose. Don't see any? Well. tits rather
late III the season. However, rve
one in the kitchen-if We don't disdain
enterin' the side door, and as fresh as
ye'd be like to find them in June Deary
me, L beg yer pardon, ten thousand of
them! Pm not givin' to tellin' Hes-one
litetme-nO matter how long"
really did think there was blush |
rose IN here, but l find nothn' better q /
1lamin' peony. And so it's "Oh, Aunt |
Marthan anu "Oh. Walter" is it? Did |
not L tell ye to sit still in yer corner and |
keep on playin' shiny ornament? All. |
it's my new nevy," and ye was COMM |
a-purpose to call on yer new aunt" was |
ye? My, but ye was a-doin' it by passin' |
the house fink if | hadn't have spied and |
have nabbed ye. Shy, was ye? Courage !
failed seein' no FlOsse at the winder as
agreed on?
Well, ye may take yer blush rose-she's
passable for colOrin' again, and IIl ex-
cuse ye TOR bein' in sech haste seem as |
how it's recent settlin' of important
matter5-ain't had mole's eye, though,
not to have seen as how it was all cut and |
dried fore this?-provided ye two'Il take |
supper along with Caleb and me come |
Sabbath. ell lind us towards sundown |
a-settln' yonder under our own vine and !
tg tree, so to speak, over TO Hebron, / III
my rocker with my hands folded -bein'
the only time as they lies Idle easy-and |
Caleb a-readln' 10 me out OF the Blessed
Book as never grows older than we do
ourselves. 4on's our regular Sunday
resting place, weather permlttin', bein'
what Caleb calls right proper sabbath
days journey.
Good night, niece. Good night nevy.
God bless ye both, and grant that ye
never give one another tit for tat unless
1t be on the right road.
::
My, amt they as pretty pair of turtle
doves as one could wish TO see! P'raps,
after all, Jonathan Hodges amt quite up
10 appreciatin' of blush roses. Holly
hooks would suit him better, like as not
And praps, there's no Achsdh, we
two, Caleb aud |, will jest make up our
minds to lettin' Elossie and Walter
enjoy the fruit of our laborS when we've
passed on. If Pd only had the namin' Of
them two there'd be no question about it,
tact is, tIOssIe, Oughter have had a Chris
tian name given her and have found n
Joshua TO take her along with him into
the true promised land. 1t does seem so
to me. But the good Lord knows what
is best after all.-New York Evening Post.
For the RECORD-UNIoN.l
CALIFORNIA ORCHID (SPIRANTHIS).
Tall, white and wan are the orchid blooms
Meath the green pines where the shadows
Never sunbeam glances there
AS they fit to and fro on earth's brown
breast,
Alone and silent amid dead leaves
Like little white ghosts of flo wers dead.
w nile the pine trees murmur q re Iuiem.
Ana the mourning dove mourns overhead.
Summer grants them no green from her va
ried store;
Nature, no Units from her countless dyes.
The sun withholds nis gleanling gold
And no moon rays reach them from even
iug skies.
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