Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-08-19
Saint Maru's Beacon
4 WASHING DAY.

likely TO do.
Mrs. Tibbs lifted her hands from
the suds and felt for her crimping
pins TO make sure that none Of them
slipped ont, for the sewing society
met that afternoon, and she wanted
to look well, and she remarked
with emphasis that "she wished to
goodness that il didn't always blow
like sixty on washing days" And
she added IS Q meteorological fact
that cit blowed last Monday and .
week ago last Monday too"
Mr.. Tibbs was reading an article
on the tariff, the writer Of which
had proved conclusivelv to Mr..
Tibb's mind that if the present tar
i'll continued the bottom of ell
things would fall out inside of six
months, and the paper he had read
before breakfast contained an arti-
Gle which had shown him just as
clearly that il the existing tariff
should be changed creation would
go to everlasting smash in the twink
ling Of cats tail.
Tibbs scratched his head and
gave vent to his perplexed state of
mind BY exclaiming, WAL, by jim
ny, don't see what q man can dov
'I'll tell you what to do said
Mrs. Tibbs, whirling the clothes
wringer round with o will az she
ground out the grist of Tibbs' shirts
and drawers into the clothes basket.
you 90 and put up that clothes.
line and hang out them clothes.
The wind blows enough TO take .
woman of her feet
Tibbs rose reluctantly. All men
dread the clothesline racket. 1t is
trying to the masculine nerves.
Tibbs put his hand to his back and
volunteered the information that
he guessed ne was going to have
another spell Of lumbago into his
spine
Mrs. Tibbs was not in the least
interested in Mr.. Tibbs' gloomy an
ticipations, but went on wrestling
with the clothes wringer and spat-
tering the soapsuds in every direc.
ton.
Mr.. Tibbs put on his hat, but
toned his coat, tied his neck MP in
q red muller and shivered. Seems
to me- he remarked, shat / feel o
touch of that old sciatica IN my hip
joint.
Nov, you put that clothesline
up tight said Mrs. Tibbs, entirely
ignoring his observation. Last
week the sheets dragged on the
ground, and had to rinse 'em over.
Pull it tight. Mind the hooks don't
come out Of the posts. Be careful
OF it where it's tied. Put up the
oldest part of the line under the
pear tree for the towels, and don't
go to hanging out them clothes in
none of them slipshod ways, Tibbs.
Hang all the stockings feet down.
Pit Armies flannel petticoat in the
sun and hang il square. Pull them
tablecloths out around the hens af-
ter you get 'em on to the line. Pin
the colored things on with them
oldset clothespins, for they'll mil
dew the white things. Hang that
ragged sheet under the shirts, SOS
the holes won't show. Folks is al
lus staring at q clothesline. Pat
that embroidered nightgown Of mine
next to the street. Mind now, and
not set the basket SOS it will tip
over.'
And in the midst OF it Tibbs went
out. with bag Of clothespins and
the line in one hand and the basket
balanced on the opposite hip. and
the water which the wringer had
not squeezed out running down
over his leg in little r;lls. There
had been some snow, and then, by
way Of variety, there had been scme |
rain, and then it had frozen, and
the footing was exceedingly slippe-
ry and insecure. Tibbs had all he |
could do to keep on his feet. lie had |
great difficulty in preventing him |
self from going down the side hill. |
where the clothes posts were locat- |
ed, faster than he wanted. OIL
course the line was full OF kinks. |
which is family trait OF clothes
lines, aud Tibbs skinned his hands
BY pulling the line through them to
get out the kinks, and when he got
mad and banged the board on which
the offending line was wound against