The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1919-01-09
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ssErlNo UP WITH LIZZIE, ETC.. ETC

when we got to Canton people were
hocking to the big stone Presbyterian
church. 1t was what they called a
'deacon's meeting" l remember that
Mr.. Wright read from the Scriptures,
and having explained that there was
no minister in the village, read n
Of Mr.. Edwards sermons, In the
course of which l went to sleep on
the arm of my aunt. She woke me
when the service had ended, and
whispered:
"Come, we're goin' down to speak
to Mr.. Wright"
| remember Mr.. Wright kissed me
and said:
Hello! Here's my boy in a new
pair o. trousers!
"Put yer hand In there" said
proudly, as l took my W hand out
Of n Of my pockets, and pointed
the way.
He did not accept the invitation, but
laughed heartily and gave me a little
hug.
When we went out of the church
there stood Mr.. and Mrs. Horace Dun
kelberg, and Sally and some other
children. 1t was a tragic moment for
me when Sally laughed and ran be-
hind her mother. Still worse was 1t
when a couple of boys ran away cry
ing, "Look at the breeches!
l looked down at my breeches and
wondered what vas wrong with them.
They seemed very splendid to me and
yet I saw at once that they were not
popular. / went close to my Aunt
Deel and partly hid myself In her
cloak. l heard Mrs. Dunkelberg say:
"Of course youll come to dinner
with us7"
For a second my hopes leaped high.
I was hungry and visions OF jelly
cake and preserves rose before me. OF
course there were the trousers, but
perhaps Sally would get Gsad to the
trousers and ask me to play with her.
THANK ye, but we've got a good
ways to 90 and we fetched a bite
with us-ayesl" said Aunt DeeL
Eagerly I awaited an invitation from
the great Mrs. Dunkelberg that should
be decisively urgent, but she only
said:
Tn very sorry you can't stay"
My hopes fell like bricks and van
ished like bubbles.
The Dunkelbergs left us with pleas
ant words. They had asked me to
shake hands with Sally. but I had
chung to my aunt's cloak and firmly
refused to make any advances. Slow
ly and without a word we walked
across the park toward the tavern
sheds.
We had started away up the South
road when, to my surprise, Aunt Deel
mildly attacked the Dunkelbergs.
"These here village folks like to
be waited on-ayes AN they're aw.
full anxious you should come to see
'em when ye can't-ayes but when
We git to the village they amt nigh
80 a~nxious-no they ANTI"
In the middle Of the great cedar
swamp near Little River Aunt Deel
got out the lunch basket and I sat
down on the buggy bottom between
their legs and leaning against the
dash. So disposed we ate our luncheon
Of fried cakes and bread and butter
and maple sugar and cheese. What
an efficient ure for good health were
the doughnuts and cheese and sugar.
especially II they were mixed with
the idleness Of a Sunday. 1 had q
headache also and soon fell asleep.
The sun was low when they awoke
me In u dooryard.
I soon discovered that the Dunkel-
bergs had fallen from their high es-
tate In U home and that Silas
Wright, Jr.. had taken their place In
the conversation Of Aunt Deel,