The Weiser semi-weekly signal. (Weiser, Washington Co., Idaho) 1904-1911, 1905-05-20

up Win lew complimentary remarks
extolling her wisdom and business abil.
lty in wishing to know just how her fu-
ture was to be provided for.
yell drive yer own boss. ma'am,
feed yer own chickens, milk yer own
cows. There's hundred and twenty
acres Of nice land as We want to look
at; not a thistle or spear o. witch
grass in the hull on it, and every rod
stun walled"
Whether she fully understood the
many queer phrases in his flights of
descriptive eloquence is uncertain. but
she was considerably impressed, and
the result was they We're married the
Following day Obadiah took his bride
across the East Boston ferry and back
for wedding trip, and they took the
train for Bradford Hollow and home.
The new Mrs. Gimley was eyed lit
tie wonderingly and distrustfully at
first, as all newcomers in country vii
lagos are. However, Mrs. Squire Jones
and the postmaster's wife had broken
the ice by-calling. Mrs. Gimley's good
natured face and simple manner had
impressed them favorably, and they
told the Henleys and Beasleys and I'm
derhills that 'mebbe Obadiah might a.
looked further and done wuss."
Jim Colcord, the village bad boy, had
twice been chastised by Obadiah for
yelling out remarks rejecting on Mrs.
Gimley's size, but he had ceased to
trouble, and Obadiah contentedly di-
vided his time between his farm labors
and practicing hymns with his wife.
who was soon to make her debut in the
village choir. Mrs Gimley proved to
be good housekeeper, and Obadiah
believed that in her he had found his
plump and pleasing ideal.
One sunny morning Mrs. Gimley. in
white sunbonnet and with a clean
checked apron encircling her ample
waist returned to the cottage from the
village store, where she had exchanged
dozen eggs for pitcher of molasses.
She tossed the sunbonnet which had
Shaded her red perspiring face aside,
sbooed the chickens out of the kitchen
pulled down the shades to make the
room cooler, as the morning was very
warm, and then sighed for nice cool
glass of lager beer such as she used
to have at home. Water was well
enough, but in her opinion didn't quite
fill the bill when she was SO. very
thirsty. She thought of the casks of
cool cider in the cellar and remembered
She had df.,1ply Soma o;do,. o,1,< a.. D.
ton and thought it wishy washy stuff.
But she. did not appreciate the differ
ence between the mild decoction and
the unalloyed "cussedDess" that Iurked
in the iron hoped casks in Obadiahs
cellar.
Ven, de stuff is cold,v reflected Mrs.
Gimley. Maybe it stop the dryness
if | drink enough" And so the unsus-
pecting innocent lured herself on and
descended to the cellar. She drew
pitcher full and took a goodly draft.
How nice and cool it was and sour Just
to her taste, so different from the
Boston stuff. She took another drink,
filled the pitcher again to provide
against future thirst and assembled to
the kitchen, where She found barefoot
ed Jim Colcord suspiciously near the
molasses pitcher on the table. He ask
ed If Obadiah were home, and was told |
he was up the road making a fence. |
upon which the boy threw a corncob
at the cat and departed. Mrs. GimIey |
sat down by the table feeling unusually
strong and comfortable She thought !
country life must be agreeing with her. |
She sang a German song with a roll |
licking chorus, drumming a loud ac- |
compartment on the table with her
plump hands and taking a drink from
the pitcher between every verse. Then
she laughed loud and cheerily.
well, it's pretty funny, anyhow"
she exclaimed, pounding her knees in
a paroxysm of merriment. Then she
became grave and thoughtful. irving
to remember what it was that was so
funny. She began to feel airy and ex-
pansive, as if she needed more room.
A yearning for sprigntly conversation
asserted itself. She took the dinner
horn to sumnaSn Obadiah from the
nelds, but instead of an echoing blast.
only a wavery splutter resulted from
her efforts.
Whazzer useT' she murmured. "Din-
ner amt ready anyhowp'
The climbing honeysuckle vines that
decorated the kitchen porch next re-
ceived her attention, and after consid-
cradle unsteady effort she decked her
ample form in more or less graceful
lestoons with a double circle around
her head. She re-entered the house.
imagining herself a fairy queen. and
tried fairy dance which shook the
building. The cat eyed her doubtfullv
Tor awhile and left the premises. Her
Efforts made her thirsty again. She
watched the cider pitcher as It moved
slowly around the room, and when IL
anne near enough she made a grab for
T. but only succeeded In knocking II on
me noor That being gone. the mo-
asses pitcher attracted her notice.
slowly and with great deliberation She