Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1897-12-09
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That's the third time this morning"
Becky Marsh's song had come to an
abrupt end. With the exclamation she
hoisted herself laborously from the high
long seat of her loom and, crawling I'M
derneath with difficulty, she patiently
fixed refractory treadle back again in
an insecure socket.
This accomplished, with sundry
grunts and groans she swung herself
back to her seat and took up again both
shuttle and song:
"-sions in-the skies,
I'll bid-farewell-to ev-'ry fear
And wipe-my weeping eyes"
We'll, Miss Marsh, you needn't
count on doing the first if you keep on
with that work"
SIS that you, DR.. Beebe?" She
rraned her neck around the post at her
tide to see the figure standing in the
woodhouse doorway.
eyes, and I warn you that a woman
who has just had spell of rheumatism
in the shoulder had better ask to keep
her fears with her awhile, for she stands
pretty good chance of wiping her
weeping eyes good many times, espe-
cially if she is bound to keep pounding
on an old LOOM"
'You amt obliged to ridicule old
ortonville if you don't approve of the
work" Miss Marsh turned back grim
ly to her work.
ooh, 1 have high respect for old
Ortonville. If hadn't you would make
me have, for you are always singing it.
And I don't disapprove of the work
it's the worker"
1.-TWO red" Pump, creak, bump!
Miss Marsh had darted one quick
glance at him as she consulted her
stripe-stick, before she sent the shuttle
flying through the warp, shifted the
treadles, and beat up vigorously the
last thread of wool into place. Then
she CURLY answered:
81 can't stop my weavin' just to suit
your notion"
"You will most likely have to stop to
suit that shoulders notion. Bones and
muscle aren't always polite enough to
say BY your leave"
81 tell you my shoulders most we'll
only a little squinge now an then-and
I've got yarn carpet an hit-an'-miss,
sides mother striped one, to get out
after this. I just can't STOP"
Get some one to help you"
That's all man knows bout it.
What help could I get, I'd like to
know? Who knows anything bout my
weaving? There amt soul in Bar
berry It could make an even stripe, let
alone gettin' warp on to that BEAM"
Teach some one, then. You'll have
it to do. You are overriding. Mind
what I say"
Miss Marsh looked at him with fine
scorn in her eyes. "Who would teach?
Perhaps you know of some one that d
like to take weaving lessons"
"There is some one," DR.. Beebe
stammered under the suspicious, pierre
ing glance she gave him, and dropped
down unlimited on the bench by the
door. hurting out as he did so: miss
Marsh. Jordan's wife is dead"
Bump, bumpl zone green" Creak,
bump, bump!
Miss Marsh &! her lips sternly and
beat the one thread into an almost in
visible line of color.
"I heard it," she finally snapped
through set teeth.
"And there's his girl" pursued DR..
Beebe, bending over to lay his hat down
upon the floor with an air of settled de-
termination that did not escape Miss
Marsh's notice.
"Look here, DR.. Beebe." Miss
Marsh turned abruptly about on the old
oaken- seat. "You know 1 wouldn't
have one of Jordan Marsh's children in
the house no more'n I'd have so much
pizen. When Jordan married that cir
Gus girl and went clownin' it washed
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to him fer once an fer ALL"
But we can't wash our hands OF duty
very WE'LL" persisted the doctor, brave
ly. "He was your half-brother.'
Don't I know that? Amt that
what I'm 'shamed OFF," she CURLY an
swered, reaching forward to let down
the warp from the beam and deliber-
ately winding up finished length.
"Such sin n folly's he followed afterl
No, sir; we met jest once after that he
took his way, and the words we had'll
stand 'twixt us forever. His circus
wife's as good as Iwas.'"
He arose to go with an air of sudden
Indifference.
'If I could get decent one that'd
learn, I don't know as I'd mind it, for a
spell, anyway. ] guess ] could reel rags
and make quills," she observed, some
what Modified at the abandonment of