The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1899-01-26
CAUGHT IN A CYCLONE
BY Eva J. Beede.
~ DINO, Luther, but you'll hev ter git

yc0Whc, TcmaTheu MID. oaI Sene,
sitting opposite her son at the break
fast table, one beautiful Sunday morn
ing in May.
"Why. amt ye feelin' IS wells COM
mon, mother?" asked the son, some
what alarmed. His mother had never
liked to think OF his bringing home q
wife, and il he ever mentioned any
Of the girls some criticism was sure to
follow.
wall" said she. with a sigh, "you
must remember't I'm gittin' long in
years. an you can't hev me allus.
Eh'll be "a come the sixteenth day OF
next month. T I sh'd live"
~ don't see but your vittles's goods
ever. These beans is sweetened jest
right" said he, filling his plate the sec
ond time; ''an' declare If you hain't
put plums into the brown bread"
"Seems kinder 'stravigant, but I
know'd't you liked 'em. Hev dough.
nut? Them's extry good, T l do say it."
LEFTY Fishers pretty girl" VEN
tured Luther. drinking his coffee.
"Mercy sakes!" said the mother. 81
shouldn't want ter git into that family.
Ole Gran'ther Fisher WIZ tew lazy ter
injoy good health, an Tins 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 we'll" sug-
gested Luther.
"An' that's all she does do" said Mira
Sargent, 'sing an play on the organ.
They say her mother don't put no work
OH her't all. but let's her lay abed till
nine o'clock in tho mornin'. an keeps
her breakfast warm. She's spi'lin' the
gal. s'pose it's because all the rest
died"
-How do you like Ellen Lundy?"
-Good land! 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 o rich father 1t broke Lucy Jane
ell up. Folks said John wouldn't pros
per, an he didn't. His children all died
with the 6pthery. Iheerd t'other dayt
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 for country folks" said
Luther.
swell. she hain't no cali to put on airs.
Her father went inter trade down here
Z 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 q
moe girl, but she's SO bashful. ! never
could get much acquainted with her.
Like nun she wouldn' I care for such IN
old bachelors l am"
"Sho! yer par wuz older'n you be
when he got merried, an Sophy's out
Of a good family" continued the
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'."
Tuxhar hoI haar tht,L;rv ~
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 a secret into one of his beautiful
pointed ears.
"Spose you're goin' to meetin' to-
day." he remarked, as he got up from
the table.
YES" was the response. "Mis'
Greenc's trimmed me up dretful tasty
bunnit with laylook ribbon on it Il
didn't want no ole woman's bunni),
an told her't l sh'd be out to-day to
christen it, If 'twuz fair weather"
Elder Abbott lived nt 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 we'll filled. Sophy was there, wear
ing one of the triumphs Of Miss
Greene's skill, q sun-burned leghorn of
the year before, which had been
bleached and pressed, the blue ribbon
turned and an ornament added. mo
body'll mistrust 'tain't bran new," said
the little milliner to the fair wearer,
land the shapes so becomin'."
From the kindly face Of Elder Alb
bott, above the high desk, the eyes Of
Luther Sargent wandered to the pretty
face of Sophy Goodwin, across the aisle
She was listening devotedly to the ser
mon, which was on the observance OF
the Sabbath, but he wasn't hearing a
word Of 1t.
The Goodwins lived in q 1reat white
cottage, little off from the road, about
half way between the corner and the
Falls. They usually went 10 church
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