The Penn's Grove record., 1896-07-03

BlSAAAt ANNhAt - - -
ural as life.
What do you want Of such blame
pictures as thati" said Blewitt from tn
lounge. why don't you go down I
Takem's at Albany and get phott
graphsY"
photographer" said the whole fan
y, What funny names he gets OF
ds crazy fancy"
mNwltt was too weak to argue, an,
he seemed to be somewhat out of SYN
patty or knowledge with all mankind
so be just lay still and watched the girl
get supper. He noticed the ireboar'
was down and a fire was built In tn
fireplace. A kettle was on the heart
and was covered with live Goals. Sool
he saw the girls take out of the KEITH
some nice biscuits and he meekly said
"why don't you use the cook stoveY'
Poor par said Angelina, how h,
wandep. Cook stovei Wonder wha
he means?"
Blewitt closed his eyes and thought
Bayley, his new neighbor, was a mar
he could trust-that is, In anything bu
money matters. He knew Baylsy wal
badly in debt, but he vas a good fellow
so he called his wife up and told her ts
send for him.
Why, you know" said Mrs. Blewitt
"RAylsy has been in Jail for debt for the
last ten years"
"In-hil-for-debt," said Blewitt,
"here we are again. l have been trans
planted ! give up; but say, here is 2
cents. You send a letter down to
Brother John. and he will be up here In
a day or two"
why, husband, the mail goes only
once a week, and then he will be three
days coming up on the stage, and fur.
thermore, it will cost a shilling-l2
cents-to send a letter TO Albany"
Say" said Blewltt, lust bury me,
wifi your l don't belong to this cen.
tury. Stage coaches, u cents postagel
Telegraph him, them"
There goes another new word" said
his wife in solemn voice, and she wet
ted a cloth and laid 1t on his forehead
as she repeated to herself, Telegraph
what a funny word!'
Blewitt was In despair. Could 1t be
that all the common things of life were
to him a dream? Had he ave ridden on
the cars? Did he ever own a moving
maehlnel Was there ever a telegraph
pole In front of his house? He turned
his eye and looked out. He only saw
the tall post and the long pole of the
well-sweep. Along the other SIDE Of
the road ran a dense forest. lie was
willing to swear that he had once OWL
ed a nice meadow where that wood was.
Backed up against the log fence was an
OK cart with a heap as large as a young
liberty pole. Down cellar he could hear
the banging Of an old-fashloned churn.
lie looked up the road to the east and
saw the road was full of great hemlock
and pine stEmps, and over 1t the Doctor
was coming on horseback with saddle
bags before him.
Blewitt was a man Of determination.
and he arose from the lounge and went
to the door to consult with his wife.
Maria" said he. there has been
enough Of this foolishness. You stare
al everything l talk about and l can't
locate myself or seem to fall in with
my surroundings. Now, will you Just
answer me one question:
Certainly l will, If l understand IT,
said she.
Well, then, who Is President of these
ere United States?"
Why, John Adams, Of course" she
said.
Hewitt sank down and whispered:
Then you never heard of Cleveland
swingin' round the circle"
No, never she answered.
Then, all right. Shoot me or put ME
in a bag and lay me away In the garnet.
l have got through" said Blewitt, and
he went back to the lounge and fell
asleep.
When he awoke it vas Sunday morn
ing, and the whole family were stirring
around getting ready for meeting. His
wife, OF whom he was somewhat proud,
had put on a dress with a waist about
nine inches long, and a skirt SO tight
she could hardly walk. and on her head
such a bonnet! 1t made Blewitt hold
his breath, but he had got through talk
Ing. The boys had on suits Of full cloth
and short collars sever inches wide.
Blewitt smiled, but said nothing. At
last Mrs. Blewitt came to him and
asked If he was going to church.
Certainly, certainly" said he, "any-
thing to accommodate. Tell one Of the
boys to hitch a horse on to the top car.
rlage."
Top carriage. There you 60 again."
well, then" roared Blewltt, hitch
on to the stone boat. hitch on to the or
cart, hitch on to anything. Haze n
your own way"
why, we will go on horseback you
on the saddle, l on the piilion behind"
said the wife.
"All right" said Blewitt, and ava,
they went.
Blewitt made some adverse remarks
about the singing at church, which waf
led by q deacon with a fiddle. The scr
mon was too long, too. 1t lasted two
hours. On his way home from church
his wife appeared to be in fear Of some
thing and urged him to hurry up. III
asked her what allied her, and she tolt
him, in 4 trembling voice, that his queel
talk had made the minister think hin
bewitched, and she feared he would b,
burned or drowned"
What kind of a country is this, any
how" asked Blewitt.
Then Mrs. Blewitt reminded him TIM
In New England several had thus died
and that everybody believed in It, ant
the church was death on witchcraft.
Then l guess we better light on
from here" said Blewitt, as he clappet
spurs to his horse.
Away they went, rat.e-te-bang, owe.
stumps and logs and stones, and ther!
was a rattle and roar behind, aud Ii,
knew they were after him. They cam.
to a log bridge over a brook, and the
struck 1t SO hard that down It went
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