The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-04-19
THEIR NEW BEDSTEAD.
BY CLARA AUGUSTA.

stay through the heft Of the Winter a
our honse, we've been kinder put II
for room to sleep. She's that sot thai
she will have the fore room chamber
no matter who comes, and more'n once
Ezra an [ has had to sleep up in the
attic on two old lounges. an lsgot
stung with wasp, an Ezra he fel
through broken place in the floor
and onto the plasterin' above Marlah, $
chamber, an skaired that girl SOS she
hain't been able to help me wash
dishes yet; strange how awful delicate
girls is now days, but she said she
was drcamin' that Fitz Smith had
just proposed to her when down come
aboutfour bushels Of plasterin plumb
into her face and eyes! [ s'pose it
would have made a most anybody a
leetle surprised atthe time Of it, but
the effects Of it seems to hold on.
"Why don't you buy one of them
are shutting up bedsteads?' says Miss
Forbes that lives across the field, an
had run in to borrow a pinch Of sala-
ratus. "Well, I Dunno, says I, II
hadn never thought on it.
"NIelindy Jones has got one in her
fore room, says she, "a real pritty,
| genteel piece Of furniture, too. It's
a book case when it's shut up, an
| it's a bedstead when it's open, an it's
got matteras an springs into its
insides, and it's as easy to sleep onto
as forty-pound live geese feather
bed, Melindy says.
! I mentioned the bed to Ezra when
he come in from the barr after a
luncheon Of doughnuts and cheese,
for he was thrashin' Of his pea
beans, an thrashin makes yer stom-
ach feel terrible empty.
Ezra, he's one Of those folks that $
alters ready to ketch onto any new
thing, an the idee Of a shut-up bed
stead suited him to a T.
"Well have one right off says he.
ri wonder I never thought of it be-
fore. I guess you don't git me to
sleep up there in that are attic under
the caves, amongst the wasps an
humble bees, and strings Of worm
wood an cammymial, any more.
An the very next day, he took the
money that Deacon Symonds paid him
for that brindled COW that had her Of
horn broken off, an he posted down t,
South Brim6eld, an bought one Of
them bureau bedsteads.
It was real handsome piece Of fur
niturc, an we sot it upin the back
parlor, an Ezra was as proud as
peacock struttin round it, an expa
triarchin' onto its wonderful pints.
"She's q dandy!' says he, see how
firm she stands onto her legs! | tel
you what t is, Betsy, you cant neve
snore SOS to shake ber foundations
as you do the foundations Of that art
cottage bedstead that we've beer
a-layin on for the past ten year!
For the land sake, Ezra Higgins!'
says I. ssI lever snored as much a
one full grown, able bodied snore il
my life, an you know it; may have
give little snort now an then, whel
I was extra tired. or had ct something
that didn' sot we'll onto my stomach
but you snore enough to lift tht
rafters every night. Aunt 'Sabriny
she heard you t'other night, an a'-go
up an took out her curl papers sc'si j
the lightning struck the house ant
she was killed, she'd be spresentabl
as corpse. She said she never hear'
!, it thunder harder in her life, thougl
Eshe dian IT see any lightning.
Wall, when it,come night, Ezra h
wanted to go to bed by eight o'clock
, SO to try that new bedstead. Their,
Z was party over to- Pine Plains tha
night, an everybody in the house hat
gone except Ezra an an Aunt Sa
briny. She'd. gone upstairs with tn
toothache Jest after dark, an ginge
;poultice an hot aat-iron, to keel
her company. She hain't had tootl
| in her head for twenty-five year excep
some store teeth but she has the tooth
ache just the same, SO she says.
We fastened up the house, an pu
the key on the winder. SOS the folk
could get in when they come home
an then Ezra he unjiggered the bureau
an turned it into bed, an got int
it.
'sBy jinks!" says he-as he how
a sigh Of satisfaction, 1this is comfort
She's as easy as a cradle. The man