Middletown transcript., 1896-08-01
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J. he seemed to be somewhat out of sym
pathy or knowledge with all mankind,
q so he just lay still and watched the girl
get supper. He noticed the freboari
4 was down and fire was built in th'
! fireplace. A kettle was on the hearth
and was covered with live Goals. Soon
, he saw the girls take out of the kettle
+ some nice biscuits and he meekly said
"Why don't you use the cook atoye2''
Poor pa!' said Angelina, show he
, wanders. Cook stovtl Wonder what
he means?"
Blewitt closed his eyes and thought
Bayley, his new neighbor, was a man
he coulu trust-that is, in anything but
money matters. He knew Bayley was
badly in debt, but he was a good fell
low; SO he called his wife up and told
her to send for him.
why, you know, F." said Mrs. Blewitt
"Bayley has been in Jail for debt for
the last ten years.
| "In-jail-for-debt," said Blewitt
"here we are eagain. Ihave been trans
planted. give up; but say, here is 2
cents. You send letter down to
Brother John, and he will be up here
in dav or two."
"Why, husband, to mail goes only
once week, and then lie Will be three
days coming up on the stage, and fur
thermore, it will cost a shilling-12
cents-to send letter to Albany"
"Say," said Blewitt, "just bury me,
will you? 1 don't belong to this Gen.
tury. Stage coaches, 12 cents postage.
Telegraph him, thenP'
There goes another new word"
said his wife in solemn voice, and she
wetted cloth and laid it on his fore
head as she repeated to herself, "Tele-
| graph what funny word!"
Blewitt was in despair. Could it be
that a II common things of life were to
him like dream? Had he ever ridden
on the cars? Did he ever own now
| ing machine? Was there ever a tele-
graph pole in front of his house? He
turned his eye and looked out. He on
ly saw the tall post and the long pole
Of the well-sweep. Along the other
side of the road ran dense forest. He
was willing to swear that he had once
owned 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 celler he
could hear the banging of an old
fashioned churn. He looked up the
road to the east and saw the road was
full of great hemlock and pine stumps,
and over it the Doctor was coming on
horseback with saddle bags before
him.
BleWitt was 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
at everything 1 talk about and 1 can't
locate myself or seem to fall in with
my surroundings. Now, will you just
answer me one questsonp"
Certainly will, if understand it,"
said she.
well, then, who is President of
these 'ere United States?"
"Why, John Adams, of course,' she
said.
Blewitt sank down and whispered;
"Then you never heard of Cleveland
swingin' around the circlep"
''No, never" she answered.
"Then, all right. Shoot me or put me
in bag and lay me away in the gar
ret. l have got through" said Ble-
witt, and he went back to the lounge
and fell asleep.
When he awoke it was Sunday morn.
ing, and the whole family were STIR
ring around getting ready for meeting.
His wife, of whom he was somewhat
proud, had put on dress with waist
about nine inches long, and skirt so
tight she could hardly walk, and on
her head such bonnetl 1t made Ble-
witt hold his breath, but he had got
through talking. The boys had on
suits of full cloth and short collars
seven inches wide. Blewitt smiled,
but said nothing. At last Mrs. Ble-
witt 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 horse on to the top car +
riage."
"Top carriage. There you go again."
swell, then," roared Blewitt, "hitch
IN to the stone boat, hitch on to the
Ok cart, hitch on to anything. Have it
your own way"
s'Why, we will go on horseback you
IN the saddle, on the pillion behind" r.
'aid the wife. n
"All right" said Blewiit, and away o
hey went. ii
Blewitt made some adverse remarks T
bout singing at church, which was led !, :,
~ deacon with a fiddle. The sor- F F
non was too long, too. 1t lasted two d,
lours. On his way home from church al
lis wife Appeared to be in fear of some =,
hing and urged him to hurry up. He al
sked her what allied her, and she told pl
i'm, in trembling voice, that his n' NJ
ueer talk bad made the minister think
i'm bewitched, and che feared he would
e burned or drowned"
''What kind of country is this, any. y
low?D asked BleWitt.
Then Mrc P1axx1it. rarn;r1o1 III