Virginia gazette. [volume] (Williamsburg, Va.) 1893-192?, 1897-11-20

q do. interrupted lzOra, decisiveiy-
"YOu amt got gumption enough 20
pound sand. Come along; yonder' >
the sun. way up. Wen be late"
The fall was a very bountiful one
that year. and seemed TO hold all the
sweetness of summer in its mellow
clasp. Down in this out-of-the-way \
corner OF Missouri no sign Of frost had /
vet appeared, and the sun was mild !
aud clear.
Uncle Tip Tucket stood In the log /
"lean-to" kitchen. surrounded by the /
generous offerings, freshly gathered, |
Of the rich, well-cultivated soil Of his
thrifty garden. Great round, cush-
ionv. crimson tomatoes. long, pink
red sweet potatoes; plump ears cf corn
in their silken, green husks; creamy
marrow squashes; translucent pods OF
wax-beans. broad pods full Of butter
beans: croOkneck squashes and cucum-
bers. were piled about him IN hunger
provoking profusion. And still Uncle
Tip stood, with dismay in his face,
staring perplexedly at his vegetable
treasures.
did she say TO fry the roastin' years
an bile the tomotuses. er did she say
stchew the sweet 'taters an make soup
out'n the simlins. er whut, beats me-
r An she'll be madder'n wet hen Ell !
= ct EN- wrong. Whut's that?'
I A pOnderous step came up onto the
y porch. and the Widow Plummlns,
otherwise known as Aunt Dorcas, ap-
= reared at the kitchen door. with a
O large, black sunbonnet on and teacuT
r. containing baking soda In her hand
n The widow was stout aud slow OF mo
. ton. and she pulled some from the
e climb up the steps.
Is I've fetched back the sody Tor.
=. loaned me" she announced, settinl
n the cup down. II was a-passin' an
lowed it'd save another trip. What
Il ever's the matter, Uncle Tip? No
IL look sort O. looney."
~ Hits the supper" explained TIT
dismally. 1.-The gals is gone 10 tn
40 picnic. an their beaux il comm bac
ak with EN-; be yere ~ SIX. an izor
e she's so on hevin' supper all read
"a when they come. The's light brea
Il enough-we can make out with-an'
i kin cook ham an make coffee; b'
=" looky we're at all this yere garde
at truck. au' me like "a ole wOodchu'
TIA fergettin' how she saved fer 10 cook j
nd Don't know no more'n that ole Bra
tlv mer rooster out yander how ter fix 4
tomotuses. ner beans, ner nothin'."
a. Uncle Tip groaned, while Au
Dovcas united her black sunbonn'
ed sat down and laughed until her port
.on form fairly quakad.
10 Uncle Tip" said she, 81 kn'
whut Tory is, | know what you air
tho know whut cookin' a meal @ vlttles
, Of an b'leeve l know whut my siml
.ib- Chrishen july to good neighbor-m
red Is. Now. You run an split me
top some good. dry kin'hn's. fill up
by wood box, fetch me a bucket OF wat
a an I'll hey everything goin' before J
kin bat your eyes twicet. an ma
,an. pan of sody biskit in the bargain.
" The widow seized Bingham APP
it?" of Izoras, tied 1t about her am
out. waist, rolled up her black ca
.iu't sleeves, and N a very moderate sp
With of time lad the big coEee-bouer ste
With i~,, the vegetables baking, stew
rar- frying or boiling. according II q
$ a various requirements, huge SKI
asy? OF ham sputtering on the stove an
osed painful Of bouncing big biscuits
oun' ready for the oven
aller As for Uncle Tip, be was IN
'em ecstacy of delight. skipping aOou
"a of render what assistance he could, III
,es a the widows beheSts with gle
I "a alacrity, and commenting upon
an proceedings with wonder and JOY.
viii Don't il beat YOU" he obser
once gazing upon the clouds Of steam
lister the various kettles and saucepans
ley'd fascinated eyes, chow slick thin
,sure go when anybuddy takes n hol
long knows how? Jest look at them Il
ic at fuses a-bubblin' up thick an red
smell them roastin' years, an iist'
nsan: the ham a-sizzlin'-an' them his
But Never seen SIGH big, nice, saft-lo'
ltyne biskits-mind tell We.
Why, ''Im allus used to maxim ol
er eff that away" said the widow, 20
me an Clementyne don't airy
see," much like crus."
not a ''Ner me, neither" said Uncle
Glenn ''Now," said Mrs. Plummins at
;, an as she sat the coffee-pot down OF
Irever hearth, ''hit's mighty near time fe
he be young folks to be polin' along }
YIN L. att than A n.