Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1897-04-23

q f'nOh VI gVNfS. % she tOOk 4 plncl
most every day. Pinches make
pounds-enough of 'em. Pickles. she
often observed. I'm most especially
fond of, but SaInyel says they rust out
the linin' of q bCdy'S stomach. So I've
made up my mind i'll eat mine over
here, an then he won't know IL the
linin' o my stomach is rusted out or
not 1 WISH feebly concluded Mrs
Robinson, that you'd look at that row
of empty jars OH top of the kitchen
pTessl"
depressing and significant silence
followed.
'Me an Tom" said the protesting
voice, wanted TO talk il over, but twas
only between l2 at night an SIX IN the
morniD' we got chance. Tom SAYS
10 him one night after she'd been in an
hOrryed our last half-dozeu of egg
sayin' she'd return 'em when they got
cheaper. Tom. we got to get shet 81
Mary Mason' Tom says. 1 don't know
how we're goin' to do il unless we move
back on the farm"
But you couldn't well do that."
''No; real easy. So begun 70 give
ter hints. | give her all kinds OF hints.
! said as how I'd never been used TO
ssSSiety, an that much of it made my
lead ache. | said as how Tom just
owed solitood-that there wasn't any
thing he liked better than spending his
evenings alone with me an the children.
] said late hours was fearful wcarin'
on our constitutions, an that after
this we was going TO bed not later'n
aine o'clock. / said couldn't return her
visits because Tom hadn't no use for
women that was allus gaddin'-an'
besides il wouldn't be no use for me
to go over, seein' she was never home.
Them. an lots other gentle hints, gave
her. She only says: oh, stufIinI
ain't one to make a fuss because n body
can't keep up with the rules of ettir-
quettel 1 don't mind if you never come
over. / won't get mad. | amt that
proud sort. Guess I'll take n bit of that
Toly-poly over for Samyers dinner
it'll save me maxim sass 1t was that
way right along. When she got through
eatin' she was sure to want somethin
20 take home for Samyel. You Jest put
an eNtry tablespoon of coffee in the
pot she'd say. AN I'll run over with
SamyePs cup. That'll save me maxim
some Well, when | told Tom that
them mild sayin's of mine nd no more
mix into her mind than YOU could make
sulphur blend with water, 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 n quarter TO
n L.
n-wallSin' into the kitchen (she never
knockcd). big plate in her hand. Like
usual. she had n whole big welcome for
herself. Il knowcd,' she says, you was
amin 10 have billed dinner to-day,
an thought I'd jest run over and get
enough for Samyel an me out'r the Do.
while il was hot So up she marches
II the stove an takes the Ed off'n the
Kettle an begins a-spcarin' out the salt
pork, the turnips an the cabbage.
'Sakes alive! she says, proddin' round,
there ain't no carrots. Why amt We
got some carrots? Me an Samycl we're
reel fond of carrots
Maybe says I. kind of sarcastic
Ike, wen have lots OF 'em soon. That
is. II we move back on the farm, like
we're tallin' + doin''
tom thought that'd be a knoclldovn
blow. SO did I. But it 'twasn't We
didn't know Mary Mason. She smiled
all over. "'Gracious mel she saws.
If that amt luck! told Samyel this
mornin' i was clean beat out house
keepin' and would like chance 90
rccooperate. Here il is! I'll go ont to
the farm with you an stay for three
monthS!'
Then / knew that my last hint had
falrn ilatter'n the breakfast puffs YOU
make from newspaper prize recipe.
/ had felt my family peace a-goin',
had suffered my own health a-goin'-
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-latlin'.
Mercy me!' she says. what one
you are for jol<in'! never see the beat
of You, Mis- Robson. l amt so awful
pcrtickleT that / wait for folks to ask
me-
Then my temper rises. 1t come up
like milk a-bilin'. You don't know it's
near the top till ii runs over. 4 amt
jolIin',' says. If we move back on the
farm twill be to get shet of you!
whats that?' she says, an stands
there a-gawpin'.
"'It'll, ,be TO get shet of youv re-
peated reel deliberate. This is the last
hint I'll give ye, Mary Mason!'"
Did she take it?' the visitor oueried.
A faint smile of triumph ilumined
the face reposing on the patchwork
pillow.
30, yes, she took it--along with the
billed dinner. She said, though. that
her faith in human natur' was shook.
She said she'd never again try to neigh
Dor with woman who didn't appreci-
ate the friendliDess of persons more
accustomed TO sassiety. She lowed she
never had much use hohow for folks
who couldn't tell findoosickle from
sauerkraut."
$50 your ordeal is at an end?'
eve believe So" the little woman
said, hopefully. ITS a week since we
had the billed dinner-most of which
we didn't have. She amt come ever