The Muskogee cimeter. [volume] (Muskogee, Indian Territory, Okla.) 1901-19??, 1905-02-02


Of the consuinptive.
81 have been very i'll for six weeks,
and during all that time | watched
your little house from my window at
the hotel and in lieu of other diversion
l found myself weaving all sorts Of
dream pictures about it. Somehow,
| formed an attachment for the place,
and resolved that so soon as my
strength permitted I'd pay 1t my re-
spects. My husband is most solicit
tous and guards me as carefully as
mother does her child. Business call
cd him to town to-day and-well, you
know the old adage, when the cats
away l am afraid, however, l shall
pay dearly for my outing as I'm tired
to exhaustion"
The moutaineer rose hastily.
Let me fix you a dram," she said,
politely. I've got full pint that
haint never been teched, and it's fine,
too! Nothin' is more peartenin than
a little licker!" Her guest smilingly
declined the generous offer, and the
| hostess went on:
Yer orter take it regular-yer so
puny looking and yaller! Eff yer'd
stay out here in the mountings and
take off them tight fixings, yerd soon
git stout like me-"
90, do you think so?" the visitor in
terposed. my husband thoroughly
| dislikes the country-the mountains
being his pet aversion-but he'd glad
ly sacrifice business, society, every
thing to have my health restored. The
thought of having to leave John, of
the probability of another being en-
shrined in his heart is unspeakably
maddening! l can't bear it,"
She covered her face with her
small, jeweled hands and wept softly
The mountain woman went over and
laid rough hand on the golden hair
Thar now," she said, gently. Don't
take on so, bekase that won't he'p
it none. 'Ef wishes wuz hay stacks
we'd all have plenty of feed fur oul
nags this winter Fur that matter
you may outlive all of us yit. 'Tain't
the puniest that dies fust-that's a sol
fact!"
The mountaineer resumed her seat
by the fireplace and relighted her pipe
in silence.
Honey" she said, after putting al
the pipe till it was drawing" salts
factorily, yer don't know what trou
BILE is. Death is bad, I'll allow, bu
thar's things a sight wuss"!
Her guest looked up inquiringly.
"Is it possible that trouble pene
trates even here?" she asked.
Lord, child! l hain't never knowt
nothing else! was the answer
"You-uns who live in cities and drSs:
in yer silks and satins hain't no idy
how us mounting folks has to shift
to keep soul and body together. It!
work, work, from sun up to sun down
from 'arly morning tell late at night
and then we never have nothing bu
air injinerally in debt. We WINNER
not only does the cooking, washing
orning, and raise regular herds o
children. but we're expected to geth
er brash fur fire wood, cut sprouts
and work in the fields between times
No wonder we git old afore our times
and go all Numbered over and don
look like nothing when we do try t.
fix up-which amt often. the Lore
knows! | never got no schooling, fu
| wuz sent to the fields afore | WI
hardly big enough to tote hoe, AM
thar | stayed till wuz fourteen, whel
run off and married. 1t 'uz lik
jumping from the frying pan into tn
fire, fur my man wuz puny and afor
wuz eighteen he Civ plum dow
> and had to make the living fur hin
and our little gal"
She sat for some moments in dee
abstraction.