The Penn's Grove record., 1896-05-29
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HE ASKED FOR BuTTERMILK.

SAS SoS" hhS
"How's the buttermilk? asked the
tired man; and the weary waiter looked
the ennui he felt us he answered:
"Churned fresh every hour"
"Well, now, give me a glass from the
INST hour, and let her be full" said the
hight edition, smiled as II memories
haunted him, and never seeing a line OF
Ill the black type which tried to startle
Iated humanity. He was thinking OF
buttermilk fresh from the churn, and
The big, staring headlines were as blank
paper before him. The weary waiter
disturbed his reverIes.
"Buttermilk's all out, sir"
He said the "sir" as one who follows
vacant form, and meant nothing by
t.
"Tm sorry" said the tired man, TAX
ng coffee and sandwich-of course
md still conjuring up pictures of the
ountry.
Great thing when you're tired" said
Q. smiling, and looking past the weary
after and the coffee urn, and the
blank wall beyond. La! | can hear the
loft chug of the churn dasher yet when
he butter is coming. Gets lighter then,
md splashes inside, and the yellow
irifts wash down from the hollows in
The lid, and you hit twice halfway
and once clear down, and-butter's
.ome."
The weary waiter smiled without re-
easing his stare at the street, silent in
midnight darkness.
"And they put the buttermilk down
IN the springhouse In n great big jar,
and the water swishes around it, and
there's n board on top, with a stone to
Keep 1t down. And Sunday morning
Tou curry the horses and turn them out
IN the clover pasture, and dive off
The bank in the river and take a wash,
md put in a clean hickory shirt and
-FOUR Sunday clothes, and lay down in
the shade of the apple tree in the long,
loft grass, and catch the wind from
the woods and the music of the COW
BELLS far away-and then you think of
The buttermilk."
THAT'S right" said the weary wait.
er, as he r~earranged the sugar bowl and
spoon holder.
And you go down and dip it up with
a big tin cup. and drink it in great big
swallows, and the other boys come in,
and we all sit there and drink and talk
Of the tough times we are having, and
rhatter about the girls, and josh each
sther about going home with them from
meeting, and after a while dinner is
'eady. and we &c in and eat fried chick
In and mashed potatoes, and biscuit
and custard pie"
"U-m-m," said the weary waiter, fer
GENTLY.
"And then again along in the after
ioon," resumed the tired man, I'VE get
but there when the SUI is down, and
we have another cupful, and the whip
poorwill is booming from some place up
In the clouds, and the katydid Is telling
sf the frost just six weeks ahead, and
the cattle are standing along the barn.
Fard fence, with the smell of fresh
milk in the mellow air, and the tin cup
has yellow fecks all over the sides, and
We hll 1t again and drink"
"Or In the harvest field" said the
weary waiter.
"Yes, when the women folks send it
out In a jug, with a slab of gingerbread
in the long forenoon, and we take great
swallows@"
"And sweat"
"And sweat, and buckle down with
the cradle and the rake, and set up o
shock to shade the buttermilk-"
And a rain comes up and we run for
the barn" The weary waiter stood
erect, and smiled delightedly.
"Ah, yes! All, yes! That was life,
tfter ALL"
The tired man took his check to the
desk and waited outside for an owl car
to come along; but all the time he was
thinking Of that mellow nectar, which
mingles the acids and sweets of rural
ecstasy, and all the tired insistence of
his journey home could not impress the
fity's hopelessness upon him.-Chicago
Cimes-Herald.