The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1900-12-27
THE
REVOLT OF MOSES.
By Hope Daring.

by TOPS
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Not the Moses of sacred history
just plain Moses Smith. farmer, aged
60; tall, with STOPPING shoulders; face
furrowed with wrinkles, that Is, the
part visible above his grizzled beard;
s eyes gray and sleepy, ye with kindly
! light in their faded depths. Sarah
Ann, his wife, was also tall but
9 straight, carrying herhead stiffly erect.
Her blue eyes were very vide open;
her brown hair. in which were only
few silver threads, was always
& smooth, and her thin red lips had a
fashion Of closing that Moses well M
derstood.
For 80 years they had dweit togeth-
er. In all these years Mrs. Smith had
commanded Moses and Moses had
ebeyed. There had been but few occa-
sions on which he had advanced
Opinions Of his own. But this fair
morning, when the sun was, in count
less dewdrops, multiplying his own
brightness, and the south wind wooed
the rosehnds into perfect bloom
Moses Smith determined to have. for
once, at least. his own way.
Two weeks before he had heard his
wife say to a neighbor,-
ANYBODY can wind Moses round
their finger
NoB Moses knew his weakness; was
awate that his wife knew it. for did
not she ten him Of it every day? But
t0 discuss it with another! That was
ssal16erent. He had pondered the mat
ter for II days, and his mind was fully
made up to this day assert himself,
but he ate his breakfast Of toast. fried
potatoes, ham, coffee and molasses
cookies in his usual silent way. AS
they rose from the table Mrs. Smith
said
1I.want you to churn right away,
S{oses, fore it gets so hot"
All right III be back from the
barn soon," and he siouched of at his
usual leisurely gait.
Mrs. Smith entered. the pantry,
raised trap door that led to the eel
lar, and descending, saw that the jar
of cream was ready for the ehurn.
Then she went about her lmorning
work. In short time she heard her
kHsband's voice at the kitchen door.
rs that air cream readyT
A0f course it Is. But you hainf got
the water. 2
Yes I have. I jest drawed three
s buckets IS
Now, Moses Smith, hainf heard
yor carry 1t Into the woodhouse.
81 guess you didn't. I'm going to
churn out under the apple tree.
There was an ominous silence.
Mrs. Smith persisted in using an old
fashioned dash churn. In warm
weather this churn was placed in a
tub of cold water. drawn with a wind
lass from the stone-lined well by the;
kstchen door. A few steps from the
vel stood q gnarled old apple tree.
whose spreading branches made a
canopy Of breezy shade. Moses had
many tinaes limited q desire to do the
caurning here instead of in the wood
house, bnt his wife always forbade.
You bring that tub OF water into
s+1,a woodh0yise The churn Is out
there, all ready, and you see to it>you
don't spattes the cream when you
empty It Z
She weHf upstairs, opened the win
dows Of her sleeping room and put the
bed to all. She also tidied her careful
7 kept sstt5ng-roon1 When she went
again to- the kitchen, she stood for an
Instant transf1xed with establishment
s 81 the picture framed by the open
Under the apple tree stood her hus-
band. his straw hat laid aside. while
both hands grasped the churn dasher,
slowly propeliing 1t up and down.
loses SMITH Sarah Ann pushed
! open the. screen ard advanced to his
I side. what 40 you mean by bringing
that cream ont hers? Didn't you hear
what saidgn 4 ~
Yes As to what.I meant by bring
81. the cream out here, 1 meant to
ehurn It that's all"
Well. you won't do 1t here. You
carry that churn straight into the
wuodhouse I don't see what does
make you act so like a fool, Moses
Smith.
Il hain't actin like fool Sary Ann.
lean churn jest asswell out here. It's
q real pleasure to listen to the mother
robin over yender and to see the sun
shine peepifr through the leaves"
.Humph! Poetry and work don't go
well together. Why don't you do as
tell you?
Mr. Smith dropped both hands from
the churn dasher, drew himself up
as straight as was possible after stoop-
Ing 50 many years, and said distinct
s ly.
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