Middletown transcript., 1905-12-30

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me MIN
him. Tn
got 'em.
quarter, and
fond Of mackerel, am
awful smelly to wash D.
SO high nowadays that you D.
at least, have to. Sometimes
as ii it would be cheaper to die IT,
live, but then it costs an awful sight 10
die in any kind of shape
Left to herself, Mrs. Norris famed, and
rocked leisurely to and fro, while she
took an itemized account OF the furniture |
in Mrs. Lanes sitting room. She had
seen it all dozens of times before, but
there is an intense satisfaction to the
average feminine mind in inventorying |
the household goods of another woman.
"Wall," said Mrs. Norris to herself,
that ere lounge covering is getting real
threadbare round the corners. Must have
been some cotton in that corduroy. Law
me! If she amt got new picter! That's
one OF Folsom's that he give you when
you've got fifteen dollars worth Of tickets
Cows and sheep. Humphl | should
ruther have had that one with the women
under the trees, and man playing a
bandoline.
"Mackerel's gone up!' announced Mrs.
Lane, appearing in the door, with limp |
specimen of the fnny tribe on plate,
''twenty cents apiece, and kinder measley |
looking at that. l got haddock for
chowder. Chowder amt expensive, and
Won get lot OF it for quarters worth OF
fish. Now, Mis- Norris, what was it that
you was agoin to tell me? r.
"Oh, You got to guess. It's the cur
iousest thing that's happened in Beach |
Narrers since Twomby's barn was burEt
with lightning. Guess.
"Oh, I never was no hand at guessing"
returned Mrs. Lane. "Lee me see. Wall,
guess your speckled hens hatched."
mo"
Il guess the new minister's going 10 git |
married"
"No."
"Wall, guess Ben Lee and Maggie |
Bond has broke off,
No." triumphantly asserted Mrs. Nor
ris, "Guess agin'."
"Wall, I guess Dan Browns old white
hoss is dead"
"No."
'fWall, then, you'll have to tell me. |
never was no hand at guessing. Never"
''Wall, then-May Louis got her in
strument ~
f'For the land sake You don't sa, ! |
Why, always expected all that talk |
about an instrument was nothing but |
talk. Wall, I am beat. What kind Of |
an instrument is it? Orgin?''
mo, it's peanny."
"You don't say? Can she play any on
Ig'
s'You'd be surprised to hear her It's |
like being in the meeting honse and hear
ing the origin. was over there last night,
and heerd her. They've got it in the
front room, all covered over with sheet,
and it looks for all the world as if some |
body was laid out. / told Mis- Sargent |
that with that vanished piece Of furnitur'
in the house, with sheet over it, should |
feel as if there was somebody dead. But |
Mis- Sargent, she said they was going to
git red cover for it as soon as Sargent |
went to Dover, and the red would kinder
take away the funeral look OF the peanny.v
'.WalI, now, should have thought the
Sargents would rather have put the money |
that instrument cost into the bank. In
trust money counts up while you're
asleep"
Eyes, most anybody would think the
same, too. But then, May Lou, she's been
possessed after an instrument ever since
she found out she bad voice. She's
going to cultivate her voice. She's ca
kilating TO be public singer" /
mercy sakes You don't mean TO ,
tell me that May Lou sarsaa6l e7setting
out to be one Of them u ttere?"
Eyes, I do. She's lehe stage
as soon as they can gi Deal chords
in order. Mis- Sargent said 50. There's i
Professor coming ont from Boston three |
times week to help her with her vocal |
chords, and he charges fve dollars les
SON."
"Why, Susan Norris. how you do talk!
Is May Lou crazy p