The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1897-11-06
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After Uncle Jones had eaten
warm supper and settled himself
comfortably by the fire, Aunt Rosille
preached the subject. "Mis' Dexter
was over this forenoon. Uncle Jones
grunted gruffly. can she said
Elder Brewster was dead, an Mis-
Brewster an the children are comm
back here to live. Deacon Fosters
goin' to let them have the old Cobb
place."
Uncle Jones looked intently inter
ested, but he said never a word.
can Mis- Dexter wanted to know
if we couldn't help 'em a little. All
the members are goin' to give suth
in.
"Well, let EN-" growled out Uncle
Jones. They may if they wanter,
but | don't see as I'm called on to
pervide." He leaned back with an
air as if he bad thoroughly exhausted
the subject. Aunt Rosille sighed and
kept quiet. She knew better than
to argue with Uncle Jones.
She sat by the porch door long
time that night after Uncle Jones
had gone to bed, thinking over ways
and means; and the soft beauty of
the night soothed and quoted her.
The next morning Uncle Jones was
more taciturn than ever. Aunt Ros
lille noticed it thankfully. She hoped
his conscience was troubling him;
but, being wise woman, she held
her peace.
Monday morning Mis- Dexter
stopped at the door on her way to
the village. 81 thought I'd run in a
minute an let you know they 'er goin'
to give Mis- Brewster a donation
party next Thursday evenin', an you
must be sure an come"
AS Aunt Rosille watched her down
the road, she made up her mind that
something must be done. 1t was al
ready Monday, and none too early to
begin on Uncle Jones if he was going
to the party Thursday. He was very
fond of warm biscuit, 80 Aunt Rosille
stirred up batch for his supper,
and after Uncle Jones had eaten
heartily and seemed at peace with all
mankind, she began gently:
mis- Dexter dropped in a minute
this mornin' on her way to the will
age" Uncle Jones glanced up sus-
piciously, and his dark wrinkled face
clouded. "She said Mis- Brewster's
goin' to have donation party Thurs
day night, and they want us to CO."
Uncle Jones' face grew darker He
had hoped that the Brewster matter
was settled, that it had slipped Aunt
Rosille's mind, but he ought to have
known her better.
"What shall we carry? can spare
some yarn an butter, an can't you
let 'em have some -four an meal, or
some pork7 Anything II come handy
where there's CROWN boys"
Uncle Jones pushed his chair back
with such thud that the very win
dows ratified. Whats the use talk
in, Rosille? You know | don't be-
lieve in donation parties, an I don't
believe in givin'. think it's every
ones duty to look out for himself.
Besides, l amt got nothin' to spare
He got up and went over to the
door. Aunt Rosille was "all wrought
up" and she followed him slosely.
"If you can't spare little suthin'
to the widow an orphan, you'd ought
to be ashamed of yourself, Arson
Jones. 'Tain't as if you hadn't it.
You've got it an to spare. Besides,
it's your bounden duty, an | don't
see how you can sleep nights till you
do
Well, when | don't Rosille, we'll
see." He opened the door and went
out to the barn. Aunt Rosille threw
her apron over her head, and had
real good cry" She had set her
heart upon going, and she wanted
Uncle Jones to go and give some
thing.
In few minutes she wiped her
eyes and began to clear away the
dishes. Aunt Rosille was not one of
those who give up easily, and she
had by no means given up all hopes
af going Thursday. Her mind was
busy at work, and she was thinking
over what he had said, when ray of
hope illumined her shrewd brown
face.
He said if he didn't sleep nights
he'd give suthin'. Well, he sha'n't"
She shut her thin lips firmly together,
and looked all around. No one was