The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1905-11-02
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES.
THE
NEWS-BEARER.

| cent blue eyes, a perpetual smile, an
effemlnate voice and as harmless as
a dove, was the oracle, the news-bear-
er, in New England rural neighbor-
/ hood. Always informed on all the
| pettiest gossip, he loved to impart
his information to others, and could
be depended upon to tell all that was
going on in the community. When
he called at any of the neighboring
farm houses some one would be sure
10 ask:
We'll, Uncle Pliny, what's the
news?"
! Wal, | dunno as there's much of
anything with spealzin' oil. | reckon
you knew they've got another leetle
one over to Hi DaDners?"
No! Have they?"
| 1aas; borned yistiday. It's their
tenth; but Hi says the more the mer-
rier. That's the right way to look at
| it. Ii there's room in the heart tnere'll
be room IN the house for all the leetle
| folks the good Lord sends one Sam
| Moony's mother-in-law passed away
las night"
| Did she?@
| Yes; went off easy as a glove at
| sixteen minnits after 'leven Good ole
woman! | reckon there'll be consid-
dable OF fun'ral with SO many kin
on both sides O. the house Elder
| Stotts is goin' to preach the sermon
Reckon he'll spread hisself, with her
| bein' the Oldest member O. his church
| He can't say nothin' but good of her.
| An what pies she could make. Dear
old soul! She's in Glory now, an some
| one else viii have to make the pies
at Sans house. You know they had
a bran new pianny at Lem Thurber's
| house?"
Il didn't know it,"
| Got it out O. the fo'teen hundred
| Lem got for his woodland, an | reck-
on they're some set up over it. Lofty
Thurber is born musicker anyhow.
| She can play one piece with one hand
and another piece with the other hand
| an sing third chime all at one time.
| Music runs in the family. Lem kin
| play a regular chune on common
| coarse comb, an Mis- Thurber kin
play the gittar, an Jim kin beat the
band jerkin music out of fiddle, an
| little Lucy kin play the banjo an the
| hull family kin whistle like birds
| tell you when they all git to goin' at
once it's considerable of a concert"
Il should think it would be-
'"Tis. Did you know that Andy
Ricer got his wife new black silk out
of the damidge money he got for be-
in run into and all but killed by the
cars at that grade crossin'? reckon
his wife thinks it's true that all
things work together for good She
allus wanted nice black silk, an,
reckon she never would of got it if
the railroad hadn't helped her out
Hear about old Silas Thrale gittin' his
tom bstun?"
why, what do you mean?"
Jess what say. He's got him a
real harnsom stone an had it en-
graved, all but the day of his takin'
off, an has had it set up up in the
buryin ground. Said he wanted to
make sure of havin' one an 'havn'
what he wanted on it,
What did he have on it2"
"Oh, long string O. stuff settin' off
his virtues that nobody ever knowed
| before that he had. If that amt van
ity croppin' out lon tombstun dun
no what is. Got his wife's age all
carved on the stun too. an they say
she's mad as wet hen about it, for
| she's been passin' for a good five
years younger than that stun says she
| is. Kind o. funny to see a stun set
| up an nobody under it. I'd feel kind
O. creepy ev'ry time ! saw it, if it
was mine. Old Tom Manson has got
| his pension raised from ten to twelve
dollars a month, an Andy Carneggy
| amt in it with old Tom jest now.
| You'd think to hear him talk that him
am Rockefeller was about on a lever.
! I'm glad he's got it. Them that's fit
and bled for their country has right
to be cared for In their old age 1t
wouldn't s'pr1se me none if Tom got
married ag'in on his extry two dollars
month. Hens layin' much now?"
very little"
| $50 it is with ours. Drafted things
allus git lazy when eggs go up in
| price. Hear about how old Miss
Drury come out tryin' to make her
hens lay?"
| mo, how was it,"
well, her hens want layin' to suit
| her, an she got some new kind o
stuff to mix in with their feed an you
know her eyesight is dreadful poor,
an she got hold of a package of new
| tangled rat pizen, Std of the egg-pro-
| ducin' stuff, an fed a hull package of
it to her hens. They laid all right.
! Still layin', | reckon, an they won't.
git up. happened over there soon
| after it happened, an Mis- Drury was
| yanl1in the feathers off the hens, with
her teeth set an breathin' hard. You
know she's purity pep'ry in temper,
l an she vowed that If che ovor como