The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-12-15
NECK OR NOTHING.
By JEANETTE H.. wALw0RTH.
copyright. 1897. by the Author.l
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mother OF Adrien, has made Liza MsrtiI
Strong's sister, her protegee and educated he
beyond her station. WINS. Martin talk
plainly 10 Mrs. Strong about spelling Lizs
The case is discussed at Sans souci Liz
must be helped, but not brought in contac
with Adrien.
my grandmother says my fathe
used TO ride 'StOnewdll jackson, nod
ding toward the tailless, eyeless anC
maneless hobbyhorse, "but he WASH
called 'Stonewall jackson then. II,
was called Tim Just plain Tim. Ny
grandmother says when the men stoI
fighting and all of her people come bacl
home she is going to make her carriag,
driver break sure enough pony for me
mot a wooden horse. Her carriage driv
er is Uncle Dolbear, only there aim,
any horses here now.
"You are a fortunate boy. Dren.
What would you do without your
grandmother" said Liza, placing the
hat crown softly ON top of the shining
yellow curls
"What would my grandmother do
without me?"
What is an e-a-what?" Then,
oblivious of all chronological interests,
81 see your mother coming up the walk.
What makes her puff so? My grand
mother don't puff and get red in the
face when she walks fast. "
Mrs. Martin was in truth waddling
toward them at pace fuller of vigor
than grace. She sent her errand few
feet in advance of herself:
Mamie says, for PHYS sake, come
up to the loomroom, Liza She's got
that leese III perfec' muss, and I'm
that green cam help straighten it out
Seth wants TO put that warp i'll the
loom when he comes in for his dinner.
I'll swap work with you. ~
81 am stitching OH Dren's everlasting
hat. This rough palmetto hurts your
rheumatic fingers. Perhaps you can
help Mrs Strong better "
''What is she driving at today? l
must blow little before | help any.
body. "
She had seated herself and was loos-
ening the strings to her calico sunbon-
net. Adrien watched her gravcly and
answered her question promptly:
She Is cutting up the parlor cur
tains, my grandmother is -
Cutting up the parlor curtains?''
''To make shirts for the soldiers -
Liza supplied this supplemental i'm
formation, while rolling the loose plat
into a coil
Not them yellow satin damisk cur
tains, Liza.
Yes -
why, that stuff cost *l5 a yard.
It's satin brocade. 1t would a.lasted a
lifetime And them big, bare windowsl"
Your sympathies seem to be with
the denuded windows, mother. Mine 20
out TO the men who will have to wear
the scratchy stiff things, with flowers
on them as big as washbowls. -
She might a-begun on the mp stairs
moreen," Mrs. Martin walled. They
would ab'en good enough. -
"All cut up into trousers-fearfully
and wonderfully cut garments they are
too. Look after Dren, mother. Annabel
Is asleep and everybody else up to the
eyes in getting that box ready for I'm
Gle Dolbear to take out to Sessumsport
tomorrow. -
What's going on at Sessumsport?''
Tomorrow is the day the women
are to meet at the courthouse, you know.
TO make up all those gorgeous shirts.
Won't they make our soldiers look like
regiments of marching sunfiowers?"
"Oh, Lawd, Liza Martin, you can
make joke out of everything. As for
me, don see where the joke comes in -
She plucked at the rufiled rim Of her
big sunbonnet, bringing il farther for
ward over her distressed face. a chuk
ing sob and audible shifting came iron
its deep calico recesses:
Mother This comes Of your goinc
mp 70 the old house II just makes you
miserable. AS long as we have torn il
NIL 20 pieces and consented 90 stay hero
with Mrs. Strong until the men come
back you had best not 90 there at all
Il expect you are right, honey. You
most generally are But Eben and rie
were very happy up yOndor in the quar-
ters, in the old Oversecr's house, where
every blessed child I've got was born.
With gusty sobs and gaspings that
shook her ample form tempestuously
Mrs. Martin gave vent 10 her feelings.
IF only could have nursed EN-, my
dear, and asked Eben 10 forgive every
cross word ever spoke or ugly look
give him, / could stand il better But 10
go that way-oh, my God, that way.
1.-THE way that thousands are going
every day in these blood soaked times.
well, that ever should live to see
the day. Is the world turned clean In.
side out, Liza, OF is it only me--poor
old Beck Martin = that's lost her
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