Iron County register., 1898-12-08
CAUGHT In A CYCLONE
By Eva j. Beede.


DINO. Luther. but you'll hev ter gil
yeawife, remarked Mrs Sargent
sitting opposite her son at the break
fast table, cne beautiful Sunday morn
ing in May.
why, amt We feelin' IS wells com
mon, mother?" asked the son, some
what alarmed. His mother had never
liked to think of his bringing home a
wife, and if he ever mentioned any
of the girls some criticism was sure tc
follow.
WALL" said she, with a sigh. you
must remember't I'm gittin' long in
years, an you can't hev me allus.
sh'H be "a come the sixteenth day OF
next month, f sh'd live"
81 don't see but your vittles's goods
ever. These beans is sweetened jest
right" said he, filling mis- plate the Sec
,ond time; "an' declare if you hain't
put plums into the brown bread"
Seems kinder 'stravigant, but ]
know'd't you liked 'em. Hev dough
nut? Them's eXt1y good, f do say it. =
Lefty Fishers a pretty girl ven-
tured Luther, drinking his coffee.
Mercy sakesi" said the mother. 81
shouldn't want ter git into that family.
Ole Gran'ther Fisher wuz tew lazy tel
injoy good health, an Tins a chip o
the ole block. None O. Susan's folks
ever he'd any gumption, nuther. ]
know 'em all, root an branch"
Fanny Murray sings WELL sug-
gested Luther.
AN that's all she does do" said Mrs.
So ,11o
They say her mother don't put no work
on her't all, but let's her lay abed till
nine o'clock in the mornin', an keeps
her breakfast warm. She's spi'lin' the
gal I s'pose it's because all the rest
died.
How do you like Ellen Lundy?"
"Good landl but Ellen's a smart gal,
.considerin' what she sprung from.
Though her mother wuz Lucy Jane Ed
wards, in the day ov her, an time wuz
when she held her heads highs any
body's. Everybody wondered her mer-
ryin' Joe Lundy, but she got dis 'pinted
poor soul. She set her life by John
Newton, an 'spected ter merry him, but
he went orr down below to work, an
fell in love with a down country gal
with rich father. 1t broke Lucy Jane
all up. Folks said John wouldn't pros
per, an he didn't. His children all died
with the dipthery. Iheerd t'other day t
Alice Stuart wuz comm up to her
Aunt Malviny's agin this summer"
"Oh, Alice wouldn't look at me, she's
too high toned <or country folks" said
Luther.
well, she hain't no call to put on airs.
Her father went inteNtrade down here
t. the corner, an failed up, an yer par
lost $50 by him, clean cash. They say
;Sophy Goodwin's dretful capable gal"
resumed Mrs. Sargent, changing the
subject.
YES" assented the son, "Sophy's
nice girl, but she's so bashful. never
could get much acquainted with her.
Like huff she wouldn't care for such an
old bachelors I am"
"Sho! yer par wuz older'n you be
when he got merried, an Sophy's out
mother. "No black sheep on neither
side. Noah Goodwin's well-tew-do,
though some thinks he's a leetle nigh,
but folks hez ter be ter hev anythin'."
Now Luther had been thinking of
-Sophy the day before, when he was
washing the buggy and oiling the har-
ness; then, besides, when he had
braided up Charles name, he had whis-
pered secret into one of his beautiful
pointed ears.
''S'pose you're goin' to meetin' to-
day." he remarked, as he got up from
she table.
"Yes," was the response. mis-
Greene's trimmed me up dretful tasty
bunnit with a laylock ribbon on it q
didn't want no ole woman's bunnit),
an I told her't sh'd be out to-day to
christen it. If 'twuz fair weather"
Elder Abbott lived at the corner, and
preached at the brick church every 9TH
er Sunday morning, and at the old
meeting house at the Falls, three miles
away, on the alternate Sunday after
moons. This was his day at the cor
ner, and it being pleasant the house |
was well filed. Sophy was there, wear
ing one of the triumphs of Miss
,Greene'R skill, sun-burned leghorn of |
the year before, which had been
bleached and pressed, the blue ribbon
turned and an ornament added. 'No- |
body'n mistrust 'tain't bran new," said /
the little milliner to the fair wearer,
-.and the shapes so becomin'."
From the kindly face of Elder Alb
bott, above the high desk, the eyes of
LutheE Sargent wandered To the pretty |