Cheyenne record., 1915-02-18
CHAPTER ill-Continued.

CHAP TEX tII-Conttnuoo.
Now the Amazonian Mrs. Homan. q
widow for the third time, made sturdy
retort:
That's Jest like yew old maids-al-
ways a-blamin' the men. Yew kin Jest
bet | never would have let one Of my
husbands go ter the poorhouse. 1t
would have mortified me dretful. 1t
must be purity poor sort Of a woman
what can't take the care Of one man
and keep a roof over his head Why,
my second, Oliver G., used ter say
"Oh!" Miss Ellie wrung her hands,
cant we do somethin'?"
Il could do aplenty." incurred Miss
Abigail. "ef l only had been savin'.
Here ! sit a salary O. four dollars a
month, an not one penny laid away"
"few iergit." spoke some one gently,
that 1t takes consid able ter dress a
matron proper"
Aunt Nancy. who had beer Yneezing
furiously at her own impotence. now
found her speech again.
We're nice set ter talk erbout
dewin' somethn'-a passel O. poor ole
critters like us!" Her cackle OF en-
bittered laughter was interrupted by
the low. cultivated voice Of the belle
or the home. Butterfly Blossy"
We've got to do something" said
Blossy firmly.
When Blossy spoke with such de-
cision every one Of the sisters pricked
up her ears. Blossy might be "a shal.
lerpate;' she might arrange the
golden white hair of her head as be-
fitted the crowning glory Of a young
girl. with puffs and rolls and little
curls, and-more than one sister sus-
pected-with the aid of rats" she
mended fnery OF the long ago, the
better years; she might dress her
lovely big room-the only double bed
chamber in the house, for which she
had paid double entrance fee-in all
sorts of gewgaws, little ornaments,
handp painted plaques of her own pro-
aucing, lace bedspreads, embroidered
1plashers and pillow shams; she might
even permit herself a suitor who came
sTice year more punctually than the
line storms, to ask her withered little
''A'' IA iAiti AaS -Dul uSl hcdIl Was
In the right place. and on occasion she
had proved herself a master hand at
"fxin' things"
YES said she, rising to her feet
and finging out her arms with an elo-
quent gesture. we've got to do some
thing. and there's just one thing to do,
girls: take the captain right here
here"-she brought her hands to the
laCes on her bOsom-"to our hearts!"
AT first there was silence, with the
ladies staring blankly at Blossy and
then at one another. Had they heard
Alright? Then there came murmurs
and eXclamations. with Miss Abigail's
voice gasping above the others:
What would the directors say?"
What do they always say when we
ask favor?" demanded Blossy.
How much Will it cost? 1t won't
cost cent"
Wont. eh?" snapped Aunt Nancy.
"iiow on earth be yew goin to vittle
him? | hain't had a second dish O.
peas this year.
Some men eat more an some less ="
remarked Sarah Jane, as ill-favored a
generally it means SO much grub ter
SO much weight"
Miss Abigail glanced up at the cell
ing. while Lazy Daisy. who had re-
fused to tip the beam for ten years
surreptitiously hid an apple into which
she had been biting.
Les have em weighed" suggested
widow. Ruby Lee. with a pretty.
well-preserved little face and figure,
'an' eff tergether they don't como up
to the heartiest one of US"
Miss Abigail made hasty interrup-
ton:
Gals. haint yew never noticed that
the more yew need the more yew git?
Before Jenny Bell went to live with
her darter didn't know what I should
dew. for the 'taters was glttin' pooty
low Yew know she used ter eat
twenty ter a meal, an then look hun
cry at the platter. An then ef old
Square Ely didn't come a-drivin up
one mornin' with ten bushel in the
farm wagon! He'd been savin' 'em
fer us all winter fer fear we might run
short In the spring. Gals. thar's one
thing yew kin depend on. the fore