St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1896-10-24

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kH we would be
tire mend iMs
~ glad if we can
go this comm
M Sunday. But
MEsNSRNsAE ,NAN the fatted calf
M#NHNM&MNWMSN$N amt fat enough
WNEWNNSAW NJ ~ for beef, whilst
WW\MNM@N the chickens
have now got the cholery and got it bad.
and big meetin in this country with
out chicken pie and little fresh meat,
and the like of that, would drag along
as dull and slow and heavy as an OK
wagon without tar bucket or . whip.
Fun and ..Confusionment" to Spare.
But in the main time Aunt Nancy
Newton she went on over to the camp
grounds Tuesday morniu, and then on
Friday evcnin she driv by our house
returnin back to the Panther Creek set
tiement.
"The camp meetin is runnin along Ms
reglar and natural as you please, says
Aunt Nancy to mother and me, but I
driv all the way around by here to tell
you that they have got SO scandlous
much fun and confusionment goin on
over there in that country till the very
native air is hot and blue all around in
spots as big as a bed quilt.
1T would seem like the clouds riz
all of student and furious bad storm
is now BLOWN betwixt the Blantons
and the Widder Milford. You all will
remember. no doubts, that Squire Steve
phantom and old Miss Creesy Walton
they took and got married along in
the spring of the year. Old Steve had
lost his sccont wife, and all the children
they had married and settled down,
whilst Miss Crecsy was one of your old
lnaids-red-headed and pecurious--bnt
still willin to mix clothes with Squire
Blanton for veal or for woe.
"Now, the Widder Milford-Bob Mil
forl's widder-Mittie Gaskins, as she
used to be-lives over there in the
same settlement with the Blantons.
II you all never have scraped up amy
ieglar acquaintance with Mittie Mil
ford, 1 reckon to be certainly you have
heard some tell of her. But anyhow,
she is young-she is right tolerahle
good lookin-she dresses out Of sight
and cuts a wide and reckless swath
everywhere she goes. From general re-
ports reckon she must Of been about
three times too many for Bob Milford.
which you recollect Bob he pulled up
and went out west three years ago come
uext Christmas.
"You must likewise keep in mind,
Rufus, that Will Tom Pickens-the
outdacious rascal-he went over last
week and tended the camp meetin two
days and a night. In during of that
time he took and writ two letters on
the sly and dropped them into Squire
Blauton's coat pockets-one on this
side and one on acknowledgements
10 old Steve, you understand. He writ
both letters in neat little female hand
writin--which looks powerful like
M;ttie Milford's hand write-and signed
the widder's maiden name to both ol
them. Nobody knows for certain how
It was done, but at any rates them let
ters got into the squire's pockets whilst
the night meetin was goin on, and
when old Steve went to bed that nigh,
he was shoutin happy and as innocent
as a first born lamb. But in climbir
into his Sunday clothes the next morn
| in little white paper fluttered and fel
out of his pocket and his good wife
Miss Crecsy, she picked it up and reat
it and then went ravin crazy mad or
the spot. The squire he wint down or
his knees and helt private prayer
meetin with his wife right then ant
there. lie told Miss Creesy that some
body else had writ the letter for purs
spite and cussedness, and swore by
the livin and the dead that he wouldn''
l.now the Widder Milford If he was t.
meet her in the big road in broad opeI
dlaylight-which reckon he told th'
sober truth in regards to that-ant
| finally ut last he got her cooled dowI
sufficient to kiss and spile out. and le
the white wings of peace hutter ovel
| the camp grounds oncst more.
"It was nothin to me and none of m!
business maybe, but put in and tries
my level best to find out If I could wha
all the letter said to the old squire.
Aunt Nancy went on in her plain. blunt
honest way. "but nobody couldn't tel
exceptin Miss Greasy. and she woult
! only give out the news in genera
way. But anyhow it would seem from
| what little has leaked out that 1t wa
tic most sweetest and all-ovcrest low
letter that ever was writ in female hand
write to any livin man in 10 miles o
Indian Creek camp grounds.
.sOne Moro Fo0alo Letter."
"But YOU rccollect, Rufus. what tn
roet says-when troubles come the.
come not like the gentle April showers
but in great gObs and sluices.
fright when it looked like plu
perfect peace was oncst more in tn
saddle, bless goodness another clou'
riz and the storm bust loose in
fresh place. 1t was durin the noo1
recessin and everybody had took ou
to feed. Squire Blanton and his goo
wife, Miss Creesy, had jined in tn
general spread lookin rs prosperou
like and pleasant Al = pair Of mellow
naypops. But now presently Mis-
Creesy she went foolin and fumblil
around in the squire's coat pocket
huntin for hankercher. when all OF
suddent she jumped and screamed lik
she was snake bit. Everybody wante'
70 know what in al the round create
world Was the matter, and II didn'
take 50 very long to and out. Mis-
Creesy she had found another one Q
them little female letters. It was d
the squire. It was fixed up powerfu
like the Widder Nilfort's handwrite
and n was likewise also signed Nov
inRly Yours. Mittle." They thought Z
first that Miss Creesy would fAin
away, hnt she SOON recovered an
opened ON the squire. She read som
little suatehes from the letter on
Ioud right there IN tAe crowd and the
J she fairly scorched the aiP with he
! l opinioes Of old Steve and the widde,
Squire BlantoA - prayed and \
} i begged, and he he&v61 and - prayeS
Bat it woaldn't - down with Nis