Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1897-04-29


room. The three girls with thei'
mother took turns In staying at home
with her on Sundays, and Andrew was
not in the habit of calling on Desire:
Sunday at home, so she did not see MOI
hear anything of him until the neXt
Wednesday, when his mother came to {
quilting at Mrs. Wentworth's.
Desire had scarcely spoken to Nancy
for a week, and that young lady was
nearly heart broken over it. and was
ready to make any amends that lay in
her power. She said to Will Watson the
night before the quilting, as she went
to the door with him:
II am awfully sorry 1 went into the
room when 1 did, and it was really
wicked in Inc to quote that way, but dc
you know 1 couldn't help it?" There
were tears in her eyes, but she was shall
ing with laughter.
Will Watson threw back his head anC
gave a loud guffaw, which reached tho
ears of Andrew Blake, who was passing
by unseen in the dusk of the evening
There was sound of revclry by
night" said he, as his heart sank intl
sire shat VIII Watson was talking with
He had heard of the frequent visits OF
Will at the WentwOrth's during the
last week, and he knew it was not the
superior Phebe he was going to see, as
she was too much taken up with the
new minister to notice so common
place a person as Will Watson. The
thought that Nancy could be the attrac.
ton never entered Andrews head. To
him she was still the girl who had taken
mortal offense at him Il year or two
ago when he came upon her in tears in
the garden one day, aud said:
Little Nancy Etticote,
In a white petticoat,
With red nose
Nancy had fed into the house with her
apron thrown over her head, and she
had never forgiven him till within the
last month, when she said to her grand
mother:
Il suppose I'll have to make up with
Andrew Blake, as l don't believe in
family quarrels."
So the pangs of jealousy were added
to those of modification in Andrews
breast as he passed the Wentworth
home that evening, and he was unquali-
fiedly miserable.
lit does beat all what ais Andrew,
said Mrs. Blake at the quilting next
day. He amt eat scarcely nothin' in
a week. baked some raised biscuits
for breakfast this mornin' KNOWN he
is fond of EN- but he only took little
bite of one, and when asked him why
he didn't eat his biscuit ne said: Man
shall not live by bread alone | told
him ne needn't; there was plenty of
fried potatoes and ham and eggs. be-
sides a dish of apple butter. but he jest
shet his lips up tight and said no more
and eat no more"
''Mebbe he is goin' to have the black
measles" said Mrs. Rounds. who was
always on the lookout for disease. and
who really enjoyed an epidemic. They
are havin' run OF EN- over at Lowell.
and / wouldn't be bit surprised if
they reached here before Christmas"
faint the black measles nor moth
in like EN- continued Mrs. Blake
I'D think he was going crazy if crazi-
ness run in our family, but ii don't.
neither in his fathers nor mine. He
almost stopped a-quotin', and that
seares me more than anything else, for
that does run in the family, and when
a family trait stops shown itself it's
like the measles struck in, dangerous to
think on. Mebbe he'll begin to quote
somethin' and then stop sudden and
grit his teeth together, and nothin' I
can say'll make him open his mouth
again only to answer my questions up