The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-05-06

red right close to the yeIlow?'
ways enough for her, as her Opinion Of
the girls charms was considerably af-
fected by the forlorn condition Of her
son, cephas, whom she suspected of
being hopelessly fiji love with the
young person aforesaid. to whom she
commonly alluded as "that red headed.
baggage"
Patience Bakers got the Kind Of
looks that might do welt enough at a
tavern dance or n husking, but they're
entirely unsuited to the sabbath day
or the meetin house" SO Aunt Abby
remarked to Mrs, Day in the way Of
back seat con6denee. Its unfortu-
nate that deacon's daughter should,
be afflicted with that bold style OF
beauty. Her hairs all but red IN
fact, you might as we'll cali 1t red
when the sun shines OH it. But if
shed ever smack 1t down with bears
grease she might darken it some, or
anyhow shed make 1t lay slicker. But
it's the kind of hair that Just matches
that kind of girl-sort OF up an com
in Then her skins so white and hesir.
cheeks SO pink and her eyes so snappy
that she'd attract attention without
half tryin', though | guess she amt
above maxim un effort"
Shes innocent as d kitten" OBJ.
served Mrs. Day impartfally.
"oh, yes, she's innocent enough an
l hope she'll keep 50. Waitstill q d
sight han'soner, il the truth was; told.
but she's the sort of girl that's made
for one man and the'rest of 'em never
look at her The other ones cut out
for the crowd, the more the merrier.
She's Kind OF mantrap, that girl il.
Do urge the horse. a little mite, Bar.
tholomew! It, makes me kind o hot
to be passed by Deacon Baxter. It's
missionary Sunday, too, when he
gen'ally has rheumatism too bad to
come out"
Il wonder If he ever puts Anything
into the plate% said Mrs. Day. mo
one ever saw him that 1 know or,
THE deacon keeps the Thou Shalt
Not commandments pretty well," was
Aunt Abby's terse response. Il guess
he don't put nothin into the plate, but
I s'pose we'd ought to be thankful he
don't take nothin' out. The Baptists
are gettin' ahead faster than they'd
ought to up to the Mills. Our minis,
ter amt no kind of a proselyter. Seems
as If he didn't care how folks got to
heaven so long as they got there. The
other church is hayin' a service this
afternoon side o the river. an Id Kind
o like to go, except it would please
EN-. too. much to have a. crowd there
to see the immersion. They fen me,
but don't know how true, that that
Tillson wilder woman, that come here
from somewheres In Vermont wanted
to be baptized today, but the other
converts declared they wouldn't be If
she was"
lied Morrill, said they d have to, hold
her under water quite a, spell to do.
any good" chuckled Uncle Bart from
the front seat. .3
Well. wouldn't repent it, Bartholo-
new, on the Sabbath day, not II he
did say 1t, Jed Morrirl.s responsible;
for more blasphemious Jokes than any,
man in EdgeWood don't approve Of
maxim light of anybody's religious OBJ
seryances ff they're ever so foolIsh, =,
said Aunt abb, somewhat enigmati-
cally, "our minister keeps, remIndln;
us that the Bnptists and Methodists.
are our brethren. but wish he'd be 5
ntrle more anxious to lave our s'ciety
keep ahead of the others"
"Jed's bout right in sIzin' up the
wIdder TilIson." ysas Mr.. Days .timld
contribution 10 the argument. Il ainti
a readIn' man, but from. what folks re-
port I should think she was one o.
them critters that set on ROCKS bewiI-
derin' an bedevilln' men folks out o.
their senses-syreens I think they call
'em--a regular syreen IS what that wo-
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