The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-06-09
BY Evelyn Fish Locke.

thought we'd call on her for little
while"
We'll. now. she'll be right down glad
to see We" said Obadiah, much pleased.
As the party drove away Obadiah
chuckled to himself. s.
Wonder what the BeasleVs and the
/ UndeThills II think to see Elder Cod
dy's folks calm on her the first thins2
I Guess I'd better slip down and let her
know they're comm" and Obadiah
fastened homewCrd across lots. AS he
approached his house he noticed the
curtains were down and everything
seemed very quiet
"1Iebbe she's off som ers, - he NUT
tered. 4 hope not" He opened the
door and entered. A food of light
streamed across the room and ulum-
/ ined the form upon the lounge Oba-
l diahs slim neck stretched forward
from his shoulders TO an amazing
length, while his milky eyes, gazed in
horror. His heart bounded in his
throat and he could only stare and
swallow spasmodically.
Angelina, Angelina he tried TO
call, but he could not raise his voice
above hoarse, -quavering whisper. He
thought a most foul murder had been
committed. He tremblingly advanced
and brushed away the flies that were
I prOmenading up and down fhe mOlasses
avenue. Then he noted the shattered
pitcher. the flooded floor and the strong
smell Of cider, and the truth of the
situation came chilliugly upon him.
( Getting a good hold on Mrs. Gimley,
| the Mortified Obadiah strove to raise
! her. but she was SO plant and baggy
and loose that do what he would he
could only get part of her up at a
4 time.
Obadiah. in his limited way was q
man of ideas. He hurried to the yard,
/ laid a plank from the door sill to the
( ground. grabbed his wheeIbarrow and
/ in a. trice had it alongside the lounge.
I After herculean efforts, she was loaded
/ to suit him, a foot hanging down each
I him, prOpped up with the lounge cUSh-
/ ion. So he carefully wheeled his. heavy
I load down the plank and out TO the
I barn, where he deposited Mrs. Gimley
J on a pile of corn husks in the COW stall
while a pair of hOrrOr-StriCken eyes
( bulging from the freclzled face Of Jim
! CoIcOrd were gazing down at him from
! the beam above
Obadiah emerged from the barn just
/ in time to see Elder Coddy hitching his
j horse in the yard. Mrs COddy and
I Edith were tapping at the open kitchen
door
I'VE knocked in vain at the front
/ door. Mr.. Gimley. Isn't your wife at
! homer asked Mrs. Coddy.
Well, no ma am, answered the
/ troubled man. she went down on the
mash to pick cranberries. Ye musn t
/ mind the looks o. the kitchen, ma am, -
! he continued, seeing them looking at
1 the Uttered floor. THE cats jest had a
fit and mUssed things up terribly
"Pickin' cranberries," said the elder,
who had Joined them. There amt no
i cranberries in the spring"
mo, jes so. So they ain t--so they
amt" The perplexed man naopped his
I face with his hickory shirt sleeve and
/ talked at random to gain time you
see Miss GimIey amt quite used to our
ways, and don't jes know when we
have EN- ripe. She's dreffuI fond O.
eranberries. / don't Know as ever met
a pusson so fond O. cranberries.
/ Y-a-a-s. She likes EN- fust rate. But
come" He remenb cred the ladies were
standing at the door. Come right in
/ to the front room. I can't think what
that drafted cat was thinkin' Of" he
| continued, as they passed in. she's
gettin' so she has fits twice a Week
I reg'Iar- When I came home jes now
she was whirlin' like a buzz-saw and
dishes nyfn IL every direction"
The Coddys' visit was a short one.
They sat stifny in the high-backed
chairs that graced the 'tbest room, 2
Mrs. Coddy not altogether pleased
looked around with a suspicious and
= dissatisfied air. The conversation