Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 1886-1927, 1906-03-16
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tongues were unusually busy that
afternoon. The Pimlico Sewing So
ciety had reputation for promptness,
and the Thanksgiving box of clothing
for the deserving poor" was not ready.
Mrs. Parkinson was the president of
the Pimlico Sewing society. Mrs. Par
kinson had always been its president.
She was woman Of the Napoleonic
order, to whom kindly fate had as
yet brought no Waterloo. In all So
cial affairs the village had taeitly ac-
cepted her dictatorship since the day
her first husband, Rev. Joshua Higgins,
installed her as mistress of the old
red brick manse among the elms. Rev.
Joshua had succumbed TO heart disease
few months after his advent in the
village, and, although Mr.. Parkinson
was only grocer in small way, the
good lady had ever exacted full need
Of honors due her former exalted posi-
ton.
At first the conversation was desul-
tory in character. But like the prelim-
mary skirmishing that ushers in the
real battle, it but preluded the discus
sion of matters pertaining to the gen
oral welfare OF Pimlico and its inhab-
itants.
Mrs. Parkinson had something OF i'm
portance TO communicate. Sundry lit
tie hints and the bobbing OF her
head, and the pursing Of her thin lips
evidenced the fact. Even the decided
snip of Mrs. Parkinson's scissors car
ried its note of warning.
The president of the Pimlico Sewing
society did not seize an opportunity to
address her sister workers. like her IL
lustrious prototype, she created oppor-
tunities.
"Mrs. Blythe isn't coming to-day, not
bein' very we'll I've had no word from
Miss Becky, so | suppose she'll be here.
Before Miss Becky comes" here she
lowered her voice impressively-"lve a
word / just want TO say to the ladies
here. | haven't thing to say against
Miss Becky, except just this: Miss
Becky is a-gettin' along in years, and
1t makes me down sick to see woman
Of her age a-goin' on so. Why, she's 30
if she's a day, and she's a-goin' out 70
parties an havin' young men company
like she wasn't more than lS. i
feel like a woman o. her age ought to
have more sense than to be wearin'
hats with all kinds o. flowers an feath.
ers on 'em. But, If she hasn't, why
sGme one just ought TO tell her. That's
what think"
Mrs. Parkinson had grown excited.
Her low, mysterious utterances had
risen to full oratorical crescendo. She
wiped her glasses deliberately, put
them on and looked around.
Mrs. Morrow's scissors had ceased
cutting. She possessed only one pair
and they always squeaked.
"Mis' Parkinson, ye hev jest give ut
t'rence to what I've been a-thinkn this
four years back. Beckyll be 81 mex
spring, cause | know she wuz born
the very day old Deak'n Toutelotte's
calves died, fer i remember ez though
'twuz yest'day how the deak'n-"
Mrs. Morrow had reputation. Some
one considerably rescued the meeting
from the intricate mazes of one of her
reminiscent tales.
"My mother wasn't married till she
wuz 30, but lal she hadn't wore posies
in her bunnet for so long fore thet
time she felt ez though ev'ryone in
the meetin' house wuz eyein her when
she wore her weddn' bunnet with a
bunch o. white flowers on it,"
"t've been keerful about sayin'
anything thet might cause trouble by
comm to the years o. Mis- Blythe an
Becky" Mrs. Rigge remarked, but |
hev been thinkin' fer some time thet
fer woman clost to 30, all that dress
in up could scarcely be favorable in
the eyes o. the Lord. But said moth
in about it,"
Near 3O!" old Mrs, Tracy exclaimed,
with some scorn; "Beckyll never see
30 again. She's one age to my Joe, an
he's been married goin' on nine years
now Why, Becky an Jaue Thompson
air the same age, an James been wear
in nothin' but gray an brown fer
years; an' she's gettin to look real old,
too"
But, mother" young Mrs. Tracy
said, surely you do not think Miss
Becky looks old?"
"No; must say Becky does not show
her age; hut she's a-gettin' along all
the same, An las summer, after saw
them red flowers, l jest made up my
mind to speak TO Becky, an says |:
Don't We think red is jest little gay
fer YEP says |, an she laffed. Why,
I'm not grandmother. We know, says
she, \ grandmother! An she not even
keepin' steady company ez fur ez l
know. But it's the way she has young
men a-comin' TO see her tibet l don't
like. There wuz Seth Adams a.settin'
up reg'lar with her all Las winter, an
ev'ryone thought they'd be married,
an nothin' ever come Of IL. An Mis-
Clark's nephew, he took TO goin' there
fer another spell, an nothin' come o
thet either"
Then Miss Flint-no one seemed 10
remember the time when this good old
woman was young-spitefully Bit of
the end OF her thread. and peered
through her glasses at the irregular
stitches che was putting in the apron
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