The Press., 1899-05-25


 wishes help. Her address is Lynn, Mass. Every case is sacredly confidential. cious, the ole man was so mad he come mighty nigh not lettin me have the harrer.
 "Well. shore enough. Jim he married an brung his wife home an got his deed safe an soun. an for good while ever thing was as nice as pie Ever time I passed there the ole man an ole wom- an 'u'd be settin up in the gal Try in two big cheers. lookin like they owned the earth an a good sized chunk O the moon.
 ''Stid O fadin away an dyin as any body'd a thought they'd a done. the ole man an ole woman begin to pearten up an git fat When 1 went over there along in June for to take the harrer home the ole man said he b'lieved he was good for 15 more years yet. :.
 ''Jim an his wife heerd it. an 'twasn't long after that before Jim's wife begin to fix for settlin the old folks hash. She got awful mad because the ole man chawed terbaccer. an she jes' couldn't stand it, nohow. an she couldn't eat ct the table with either of 'em because they ct with their knives, an she made lem move into one O the back shed rooms because their snorin disturbed her, an when, about month ago the ole woman got sick. she jes' ripped an she sno1t ted. Jim's wife did, an said they'd better hunt some other quarters, for she was plum tired O waitin on 'em.
 "When the ole man heerd that he natchally chimed in, an 'twan't long before she was a-screamin an goin into highstrikes, an sayin that she was in- suited in her own house. an other things like that.
 "Jim, he beerd the row, an he come a-t'arin in an says. Dad, can't stand this no longer. You m mall halter git out. Awful backwoodsy feller, Jim was. Always seemed like he couldn't take no polish.
 "'Git out3 We'll halter git out, will wei yells the ole man, an before you could morn n wink he jumps on to Jim an throws i'm down. an recht up along the wall for the waggin whip that was hangin up under the gun. 'lowin to use the handle on Jim.
 "The whip was outen reach, but he grabbed the tongs that was hangin up at the end O the chimbley board, an he give that boy sech a larrupin with them tongs as ain't never been heerd on in this part O the moral heritage. "He beat Jim, the ole man did, till he promised to deed the place back, an then he set on i'm an held i'm down while one O the hands went for Squire Diggs an some witnesses an one of 'em was me. The minute the deed was made the ole man says to Jim, Now bring the waggin roun'. an be quick about it, too. for you're goin to light out tonight The ole woman an mes gittin middlin anxious to have the place to ourselves. Step lively, now.'
 "An Jim, he moved into that cabin on the Hi Walters place. "It pears to me like it was all the fault O Jim's wife said old man Bolivar reiectively. 'sIf 8 man once begins to allow his wife to boss there ain t no help for him after that Jim never had no sperrit nohow That's the way it strikes me-" re- joined MT. Teakwood meditatively ''These things has got to be done right in the first place or you might as well let 'em alone Women queer critters, the best you can do with 'em. an if you oncet let 'em git the upper hand they re a-goin to keep it, you hear me. If it had a-been me that married that wife O Jim's, I would a-stood up before her the very first day, an says I, Now. Vangyleen' that's the name she goes by-I'm willing to be accommydatin l on all occasions, but when 1 set my foot down it's sot. an it ain't no use to try to make me go any other way. I'm the head O tbissher family. you kin depend on that. ''
 Into the silence that fell as the soft | dfawl ceased came the cry Of the whip poorwill. sent back in softer echoes from the distant hills. Then head was thrust into sight at the doorway, its sunburned countenance all one wide grin, and the boy accompanying the head suggested as he came into full view:
 "Pa. they was a-lookin for you<up at the house.
 'Is that so7" cried the stern discipli marian. rising with such celerity that he stepped on the cat. II reckon I'd better be a-goin I'd a-gone before new if I'd a-knowed that Ellen was a.lookin | for me- v
 "I reckon I'd better be a-goip. too. said old man Bolivar. glancing appre- hensively along the shadowy road. Il didn't let Mandy know when l was a-comin, an she might be uneasy. "-- Buffalo Times.