Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1897-03-03

your II. The next time she come
'twoud be flayorin' NO use of me get
tin a whole bottle of vaniller, she'd
say. when | only make cake once
week. A teaspoon Ill do me. Then
there was tea. Samyel drank only cof-
fee, an 'twould be extravaganza for
me, she says TO buy half pound of
tea for myself IN take a pinch of
yours So she took a pinch-most ev-
cry day. Pinches make pounds
enough of 'em. Pickles, she often OBJ
served, I'm most especially fond of,
but Samyel says they rust out the linen
OF body's stomach. So I've made up
my mind I'll eat mine over here, an
then he won't know if the linin' O my
stomach Is rusted out or not | wish"
feebly concluded Mrs. Robinson, "that
you'd look at that row of empty Jars
on top of the kitchen press"
A depressing and significant silence
followed.
me an Tom" said the protesting
voice, wanted to talk 1t over, but
twas only between IL at night an 6
In the mornin' we got a chance Tom
| says to him one night after she'd been
in an borryed our last half-dozen of
eggs, sayin' she'd return EN- when they
got cheaper, Tom, we got to get shet
of Mary Mason!' Tom says, i don't
know how we're goin' to do 1t unless
we move back on the farm
But you couldn't well do that"
Not real easy So | begun to give
her hints. | give her all kind of hints.
| said as how I'd never been used to
sassiety, an that much Of it made my
head ache. | said as how Tom Just
loved solitood-that there wasn't any
thing he liked better than spending his
evenings alone with me an the chill
dren. ! said late hours was fearful
wearin' on our constitutions, an that
after this we was going 10 bed not
turn her visits because Tom hadn't no
use for women that was allus gaddin'
an besides it wouldn't be no use for
me TO go over seem she was never
home Them, an lots other gentle hints
l gave her. She only says, %, stutiin'!
| amt one to make fuss because a
body can't keep up with the rules Of
ettirquette! | don't mind if you never
come over. ! won't get mad | amt
that proud sort. Guess Ill take bit
of that roly poly over for Samyel's din
ner-it'll save me maxim sass 1t was
that way right along When she got
through eatin' she was sure to want
somethin' to take home for Samyel
You jest put an eXtry tablespoon OF
coffee In the pot, she'd say, an I'll run
over with Samyels cup That'll save
me maxim some Well when | told
Tom that them mild sayin's of mine
I'D no more mix into her mind than
YOU could make sulphur blend with wa
ter, Tom says, Tell her we're goin' to
move back on the farm Maybe then
she'll begin TO neighbor with the folks
that has just got married across the
alley !"
THAT very day-'twas a quarter to
Il, a week ago yesterday-she come
awalkin into the kitchen tshe never
knockedl a big plate in her hand. Like
usual she had whole big welcome
for herself. : | knoWed,' she says. YOU
was aimin to have billed dinner to
day, an | thought I'd jest run over
aud get enough for Samyel an me out'r
the pot while It was hot So Hp she
marches to the stove, and takes the lid
off'n tile kettle, an begins a-spearin'
out the salt pork, the turnips, an the
cabbage 'Sake's aliye!i she says, prod
din round, there amt no carrots. Why
amt yet got some ca9rots2 Me an
samyel we're reel fond Of carrots
Maybe, says |. kind of sarcastic
Ike we'll have lots of 'em soon That
Is, II we move back on the farm, like
we're talkin' of doin'.n
Tom thought that'd be Touchdown
blow. So did l. But 'twasn't. We
didn't know Mary Mason. She smiled
all over.
Gracious met she says, If that
amt luck! told Samyel this mornin'
| was clean beat out housekeepin' an
would like a chance to reeooperate.
Here It Is, FL 20 out 70 the farm with
you an stay for three monthsr'
Then knew that my last hint had
fall'n hatter'n the breakfast puffs you
make from a newspaper prize recipe.
| had felt my family peace goin',
had suffered my own health a-goln'-
an | seen my dinner a-goin'. too. So.
| riz In my wrath
No | says, 'you amt comin'-for
you amt goin' TO be asked
"she bust out a-laffin'.
ff,n-f oh
you are for jokin! never see the beat
of you. Mis- Rob SON amt so awful
pertickler that | wait for folks to ask
me-.
Then my temper rises. 1t come MP
like milk a-bilin'. You don't know It's
near the top till It runs over. Il amt
jokln' says. If we move back on
the farm twill be to get shet of you"
What's that" she says, an stands
there a-gawpin'.
.Itll be to get shet of you! | re
oeated reel deliberate. This is the last
hint I'll give We, Mary Masour
Did she take IT." the visitor queried.
A faint smile Of triumph illumined
The face reposing OH the patchwork pill
ow.
%. yes. she took it-along with the
billed dinner She said, though that
Ter faith IA human natur' was shook. |
She said shed never again try TO neigh |
1or with woman who didn't appre-
late the friendfness of persons more |
accustomed 10 saHsiety. She lowed |
.bA npypr had much ISp nnhntv FOR |