The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1901-06-09
THE RUMMAGE SALE
AT PINEVILLE.
By Cornelia wesson Boyden.

What on airth have We done with my
old ulster, Alvira?" said Silas Holbrook,
poking his head into the pantry where
Alvira stood moulding her bread. I've
looked high an low fort an faint no
where, es l can see"
"Well, don't look no more then" said his
wife, without turning round.
But what have We done whit, any
way?" persisted Silas.
Alvira whirled around a pan of bread
in each hand, and Silas lodged quickly
one side, to bet her pass through the mar
row door Alvira had grown stout, in the
last few years, though Silas was still as
little and wien as a dried pepper. The
oven door slammed before Alvira an
Swered.
i've give it to Lucinda Peters for the
rummage sale" said she, as she turned
and faced him.
Silas under jaw dropped and his faded
blue eyes looked bewildered. as he sank
down upon the empty woodbox.
Gin it 10 Lucinda Peters fur the rum
mage sale. An what's a rummage sale,
Alvira?" said he in a hopeless tone.
Lucinda says it's the latest fad the city
folks has got up. to make money fur
church societies. relief corps an sich
like. An the Pineville folks amt goin'
to be behind hand, so they're goin' to
have one too. You see every one rummages
through their attics fur all the old truck,
they've had hid up fur the last forty year,
an brushes 1t up, an sends it to be sold.
The nthe poor people come in an buy 1t
fur little O. nothin. an the money goes
to the church. When Lucinda called to see
what I'd give, l was too busy to go rum
magin' in the attick, so l rummaged the
woodshed, an found your old ulster. Now,
Silas, you've had that old coat. don
know how many years, an you I" Ger
wear it only when you go trampin le
woods. an I'm sick O. seem it arounu, SO
I'm glad it's gone answered AlNlra
briskly
AN I'm powerful sorry, Alvira," said
Sias dejectedly.
Land sakes, Silas. you look es mourn
full es eff I'd give away we're last cent.
said his wife, a little scornfully.
Seems almost es eff we had, Alvira. =
answered silas, hosting himself down
from the wood box, and shuftling slowly
out of the room TO the shed.
With his hands thrust into his pocket,
Silas gazed disconsolately at the empty
peg, where for so long time had huns
that shaddy old ulster
Who'd ever dreamed that Alvira'd gin
that ere coat away!' muttered he she
haint teched it fur years es l en- remem-
Der. to sew button ont nor nothin, an
7 didn't suppose she ever would. l never'd
n left them things in the pockets eff I'd
thought Alvira'd go nigh 1t! an now the
hui things gone" Silas sank down upon
the chopping block and groaned aloud.
Iucinda Peters the beatenest woman
I've ever heard on! he muttered wrath
fully. shes allus gettn' up new fan
sled notions an a stirrin' up the other
women Ever sense she started that air
woman's club, five years ago, there amt
no end O. the queer doin's o the women
o. this town. Makes man feel es eff he
was a Twin nigh an earthquake that We
don't know any time when it'll bust. An
now the latest kickup s a rummage
saler'
silas groaned again as he opened the
kitchen door and called loudly, "Alvirav'
"Weu. Silas, what is it?" answered his
wife.
where's Lucinda Peters a havin that
air rummage sale. yere tellin' on'?" ask
ed Silas.
I'm the back room O. Jake wetherelrs
store down to Pineville. Jake said the
women could have the use of It, If they'd
clean IL up 'first.'
Huh, Jake knew what he was about
InhA klltltt AhA AAtt paw iAHA'AN RNNAA NAN'AA
ed up since the year one" said Silas, as
he closed the kitchen door.
A little later the sound of sleigh bells
caused Alvira to look out the window.
81 swuml eff there amt Silas drivin'
off to the village without sayin a word
TO me! An I'd been a thinkin' Ia &c
down myself. LIS jest like the selfish
ness Of man. anyhow. Lucinda says they
air all tyrants, even the best on EN-"
/ Pinevile was all excitement over the
rummage sale In Jake Wetherell's store.
/ Lucinda Peters had stirred up the
| farmers wives to ransack their houses
| from cellar to garnet, and the result was
! decidedly unique.
There were disabled hatirons, weak
/ backed chairs and pitchers minus noses
| There was the old fashioned wooden
/ bread trough. mounted on rockers that
served as cradles in the long ago. Rick
city spinning wheels, whose busy whirl
/ had long been silent. stood beside broken
/ lawn mowers. rakcs without handles. and
/ a two legged milking stool. The Par.
/ sons oldest elk hat. a Grand Army over.
] cOat-and o. pair Of white KID slippers
were on o. table with q cracked looking
/ glass. ond pair OF rusty androus.
Farmer Jones wife came busting IN
with an air OF great importance. and
/ throwing down large bundle, she ex-
/ claimed 90 Lucinda Peters
! There Lueindai feel o. tf ia killed