Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1911-02-08


no. Miss Seliny Lue! Boo-hoo-hoo
-
you, Bonnie. honey. quit crying this
minute and tell me what the matter
is. Come here and let me see!" And
Miss Selma Lue made a grab for the
grief-contorted youngster who was
dancing with excitement in the gro
Gerry door. Now, where is the place?
Put your hand where you hurt If you
can't say it,"
"Oh-ho-ho, faint me a-tall! It's
Ehel Maud, and she's sewed herself
in the sewingmachine and pas Gus
sing something orful and mas sick to
her stonick. Please, ma'am. come
quick and git her OUT"
Lands alive!" said Miss Selma Lue
as she reached with one hand for q
sunbonnet hanging on the wall and
pulled the top on the pickle barrel
with the other. Miss Cynthia, honey,
can't you stay here for few minutes
until 1 can send Mr.. Dobbs back to
tend the store? And whatever you do
don't let nothing happen to the babies
in the soap-boxes. The red-headed
Flarity twin has been trying to turn
his'n over all morning; watch him.
Please hand me that turkey-tail duster
hanging over there on the wall, while
straighten out my water waves. They
amt nothing like burnt feathers or
hair to bring up them that's in a faint,
and l never go without 'em to burn"
And after a quick glance into her lit
tie bedroom mirror, Miss Selma Lue
hurried down the street, leaving an
uncertainty as to whether the turkey
tail or her own soft waves were to be
sacrificed in the cause of resuscita-
ton.
Gracious me, Miss Seliny Lue,
who's hurt now" called Mrs Kinney
from her side doo-, standing with a
hot flatiron dangling from her hand
Mrs Jim Peters also hailed from her
kitchen window, but Miss Selma Lue
kept sternly on her course, piloted by
the sobbing but important Bonnie.
In the first of the three rooms that
formed the Dobbs residence Miss Sc
lima Lue found the pathetic little fig
ure of Ethel Maud hanging against the
corner of the sewing machine while
Mr.. Dobbs, red and embarrassed, stood
trembling by the window, and the ma
ternal relative of the young sufferer
leaned against chair, White and heav-
ing
At sight of the deliverer, Ethel Maud
gave relieved whimper and her tou-
seled head fell over on Miss Selma
Lue's bosom, the depths of which were
stirred by more than the mere suffer
ing of a pinioned finger, and which
took sympathetic note of sweating,
masculine misery and white-faced, in
efficient mother-flutterings
Hurry on over to mind the store
for me, Mr.. Dobbs,'' she said with a
kind glance at him. Il can git her
loose in a minute. And, Mis- Dobbs,
quick as you can, set the kettle on the
stove in the kitchen for some hot wa
ter to take out the swell Wen be
ready as soon as you git back with It,"
So, vastly relieved, with one accord
the parents disappeared through oppo-
site doors, thus leaving Miss Selma
Lue with the limp and whimpering bag
to hold.
There, there, chickie-biddie," she
crooned to the little white ear buried
against her neck as she raised the
arm and hand and with a quick, dex-
ferrous turn of the needle released the
small pink thumb. 1T amt injured
much. However did you come to sew
your thumb?''
I'VE was trying to see what made
the top of it go and she got in the
way" volunteered Bonnie, who was
the only member of the family that
had stood by the afflicted one. AL
though his distress had been genuine,
there is an attraction to ten years in
flowing blood, even though that same
blood be consangineous. "Shoo! that
didn't bleed half as much as my toe
did last week." he further remarked.
at did! 1t did," walled the small
sufferer, for the first time giving away
to the to-be-expected lamentations of
one injured. Everybody stumps they's
toes, but they didn't ever anybody get
sewed up in sewing machine before"
Bennie was on the point of arguing
the question when he was overtaken
heartlessness in the shape of a wet
dish-towel that spanked across his
shoulders With a sting.
Bonnie Do1bs, am ashamed of you
fer your unfeelingness to your little
sister" cried his mother, who stood in
the doorway with a cracked. yellow
bowl of hot water in one hand and the
towel in the other. You are just like
all men folks, a-trying to make light
of the sufferings of women which they
can't none of you know nothing about
Men always look at women troubles
outen the little end Of the horn. There
was Dobbs standing there accusing
me cause my stomick turns at the
sight of blood, and him the one to I'M
sew his own children if so comes they
need IT," Mrs. Dobbs was still white
about the mouth. and the tears were
still undried on her red, round, shiny
cheeks. She stopped the water over
Miss Selma Lue's shoulder and soused
one Of Ethel Mauds little pigtail plaits
as she handed over the bowl with a
sniffle.
There. there, Mis- Dobbs, you know
they amt a mite of harm in Mr..
Dobbs: and as fer cussir'. looks like
that sinful habit is all tho Iet-off = man
have got, while woman car break
up dishes, slam the stove lids. spank
the children, and make herself a cup
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