The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1895-10-31
MRS. BUSBY'S IDOLS.
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81 Io,se The morning sun was yelled
H aeecy mist, while low in tho
N .~.athwest bank of dark gray clouds
II vas Visible.
n After bis prolonged scrutiny, Mr.
81 p.sbv Wondered the matter. IL was
Until he had washed his hands and
N 80 v on the back kitchen porch and en-
n I'D the room where his wife was
n 'srinq up the breakfast, that he said:
,spears like IL might RAIN"
v oThat is what you always say IL
Mares a cloud in the sky" Mrs Busby
n ia tartly. "Ill thank you to lift
n RAJ boiler on, just the same"
N o(,oen 10 wash? It's most certain to
rsin"
net II rain. haven't any patience
n nth snch weather. and Mrs, Busby
,usbed down cellar after q pitcher Of
H cream.
erhusband never hurried. He put
,he boiler carefully on the stove, built
\ ~ = rood fire, and, in obedience to a
4 resture from his wife, took his place
At the table.
Mr.. Busby always thought before he
kuoke. Inns tlule' alIel d bTlel Dut
earnest blessing, he devoted himself to
ham. eggs and potatoes for five min
u.es before saying in his usual drawl-
Ing voice
aThat was powerful sermon Of the
elder Yesterday, Mirandy. | always
thought that text about Ephraim been
lined to his idols might apply to some
otus Most every body has idols Of
some sort or other"
Mrs. Busby stirred her golden brown
coffee rehcctively. Perhaps so. |
hope the people who needs it took Mr..
Ranton's fine application. AS for me
once had an IDOL, but God took 1t.
There was pause. The thoughts Of
both husband and wife travelled to the
parlor where hung the picture of a
child, wee maiden with laughing blue
eyes and dimpled arms 1t was the
picture OF little Leah. their only child,
whose death twenty years before had
left the old farm home desolate.
Mr.. Busbys heart was too deeply
stirred by memories of his child to
speak. But when dash of rain came
against the window pane his wife ex-
claimed GROSSLY:
There, it's raining. And il don't
wash Monday nothing goes right all
the week.
"'Tain't au idol, is it, Mirandy?" The
good man OF the house pushed back
from the table. Now, it don't seem
lest right to be so sot as you air on
dozen your work exactly as you want
10. IT pears to me it might be an
IDOL"
"What an idea! Just look there,
Joseph. See that dirty spot on the
tablecloth where you've rubbed your
old coat sleeve. This tablecloth was
clean yesterday morning and now it
must go in the wash, making three
this week, do wish you would be
more careful"
'Why, now, Mirandy, do try to be
careful. wish you would use colored
tablecloths. I thought you bought
some turkey red ones"
Eyes, did buy them" aud a look of
disgust crossed the face opposite Mr.
Busby. But | want it unders TODD |
am not going to use 'em. | will work
my fingers to the bone before I'll set
my table with anything but white
cloth" and she stroked the glossy linen
approvingly.
II know, Mirandy, but maybe that's
another idol. You see, you think a
sight of such things"
Now, Joseph Busby, if you are go
ing to talk such nonsense as that you
better get to work. Just see there.
The sun is shining. So you see it was
right for me to wash after all"
Maybe So" and the eyes Of the
simple-hearted man softened as he
looked through the east window at the
sun-kissed young foliage from which the
ralndrops were yet falling Maybe So
Mrandy. You air an uncommon
woman and have been good wife to
Tor twenty-seven years. You hain't
got many idols, Mirandy, not half as
many as have, But this always
tmnken your way is best"
See here, Joseph Busby," there was
an undertone of almost fierceness in
her voice. II think such twisting of
The Scriptures is sinful. If have idols,
can tend TO 'em, that's all, and Mrs.
Busby strobe into her bedroom and
shuttle door violently.
When she returned to the kitchen
she was in possession of the field.
Joseph had gone to his work.
High time" she shifted; idols, in
deedpi
She put her clothes to soak, and car
rying her dishes into the pantry began
Washing them. Her thoughts were not
pleasant ones; the frown on her face
Told that The window before which she
stood was covered with thick growth
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