Cottonwood report. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1893-1901, 1898-12-16

we've about wore It out. gtin, ef there
hain't but rag left of the old flag, I'm
bound to grip the Flagstaff, an s'pose
you're the sameT
II hain't changed nonew she re-
turned, vindictively.
But bein' 30 well pleased with Sim
fer his goin' ahead as he please, spite
Of the parents ON both sides; also SEEM
with my own eyes what q modest an
sensible girl you've raised. an idee oc-
ours to me by which we can git shet
of the whole thing in a self-respectin'
manner. Mis- Taylor, do you still hold
your patent from the government, en-
bracing this here strip o land?" he in
quired.
The slat bonnet nodded violently.
"And ruther'n 60 to law about 1t you
will consent to leave it sorter neutral
strip as long as you liver
Again the bonnet agitated.
swell, l still hold my patent, too,
clearly definin' 1t as part Of my do
mains, plainly betrayin' the mistake
in surveyin' which our almighty gov
eminent has made. I'll never 60 back
of my promise nuther, about leavin' 1t
In the material perarie while keep my
claim. Now, when In the course OF
natur you become an angel, would 1t
be proper to suppose-the old maids
bein' otherwise provided fer, as I've
always heard-to suppose tibet you'd
leave your farm here in Ioway to your
sole issue?"
"It would" Mrs. Taylor replied, won
deringly.
my farm bein' ekally good an pro-
ductive land, should, In like case, an
givin' fer once employment to a law.
yer, leave 1t to the only child have In
the world, an thet's my Sim. Then, as
1 understand it, these two farms could
be attached as wings to this here strip
of 100 yards wide an 800 acres long
Now, while them two young things are
stealin' their weddin' trip, there might
be a log raisin' on this spot, me to d.
the haulin' with the help of Uncle Sin
an my hired man, john"
"An' me to furnish two webs of clotf
Of my own an Susan an Eliza's spin
min, an the quilts an set Of pewter
dishes" said Mrs. Taylor, rising to the
enthusiasm due the subject.
"But, NUNS the word, nom! Lee
'em run away an welcome, an whel
they come home we'll give 'em a wed
din party on their own farm, even 1
1t Is only a narrer strip Of perarie. An
NON, in the light Of these blOomin' af
fections. specially sense we've boil
| ,,fr ho, Of
strike you tibet we two's got a matte
fer quarrel furder after twenty year
Of dretful onneighbor1iness~
While Sim and Tiny were making
their few simple preparations, the,
thought IT must be because their mind
80 ran on their plan that their llttl
world seemed also making prepare
lions. Tiny even went SO far, once, a
to fancy she smelled wedding cake.
1t was, indeed, an odd elopemen'
and, in the bundle fastened TO her sac
die horn, Tiny latter found a whit
shawl that had been part Of her mott
} er's wedding finery, and the side comb
she had forgotten to put in the packag
} hidden under the roots of a tree tina
morning.
} The bridal couple were gone the wee
they had planned, and on their retur
a gracious sight met their view-fo
during their absence, their own hous
had risen as If by enchantment; smok
curled from It's chimney, corn brea
| was on the hearth, and hominy in th
, pot, and friends crowded to welcom
them home-Exchanpe