AUNTIE.
ffkm tiufli timaa ta my a*, thaa aa haa*
ta ataad aronad.
Us iMlwa hat* is harsher soma. Jap* aa
aaasaat s» that.
Wata got to sat «ttn aa* babara aa* Baras
aala s round.
An* when wS cops Indoors to wlpo oar
faat upon tb* pal.
Tha bout* it scrubbed to trial ataaa wa
muttn't make a track.
An' wa'rt scrubbed. (a*. 11ah yaw, tM U
'most takas off (la barb.
Whan auntl* goat away wo wlah aha aorao
would coma back.
For while tha's her* la aa* uo -era JtP
bar* t* ta* tha mark.
Whan aontl* comae to taa os than w* haro
pood thlnpa total.
Wa tort o' ilk* to bar* bar has*, bd an
account o' that;
Aa' pa. he always say* a pkl lonp aiaai
bafor* tht meat
An' plrat her the beat Plata an' don't
make h«r tat tkt fat.
awful funny an' partita, la pa, whoa
auntla’a her*.
Aa' ma tha calls ua "dartlap" '»• Aa
ptrta ua twice o’ pla;
Aa* pa an' ma. whaa aualla'a bora tbar
call each other ‘'daar."
But whoa aha poao away they don't A
that. I wonder why T
Whoa auatla comas t* aa* ua It'* Uka Bun
Ay artry day.
Il'a funny that It should btsojn'onp
count o' that.
flha'e Croat an' kinder fussy, but aha'* PA
aa mud. they aay;
An' nobody to lanro It to. unlsau It In hap
At.
Whan auntl* comas (haa pa an* ma aaaaa
tickled moat to death.
An* whan tha talks of point (bap any!
"Dear ma. auntl*. nor'
Tot whan aha'a pons than both of them
they draw a grant long breath.
It latma If they waa tlahlad g
death to bars bar go.
—Chicago Dally Naws. (
HER VULNER
ABLE SPOTAA
BY LAYOIV c. CHZNZY.
MHS. POTTSET stood on the top
most round of ths ladder of fama
erected by the people of Shultiavilla.
She had been placed In her exalted
position by ths mats portion of the
community, as a shining example of
what a woman should be, and used by
it as a prod to the energies of the re
luctantly admiring and secretly en
vious female inhabitants. The coo
census of opinion wee expressed by
Deacon Wilson when he said:
“She's ths best wcuher fur tea
miles 'round, and VI got git up
enough fur two wim^Ar*
From thle it may Tindily be gath
ered thet the villagers’ standard of
excellence la n women wee not beauty
nor Intellectual gA^but ability to
work. W
Pottery's capacity la thki direc
tion -r ending source of eon
vertitti- !i »mn«g tbe women, and the
feet of it? bring e common occurrence
in the life of this remarkable piece of
femininity to buy ealico for e drees
one morning and wear tha finished
r-11 ix—fiiiiM
I ,
garment on the day following, waa
aomethlag of which to brag to leaa fa
vored com muni ties. And the work upon
it waa done entirely by hand, for sew
ing machines were not considered a
necessary article of furniture, and
were looked upon as a luxury to be
indulged la only by the eery rick, al
though they were sometimes acquired
by tha eery lasy.
Mrs. Pottacy’a crowning achieve
ment was the trousers of the late
lfr. Pottaey. During the lifetime of
her husband, aha had purchased tha
material for a pair of pantaloons one
morning, and that gentleman had
donaad those same garments in the
afternoon as a fitting—or. possible,
non-fitting—tribute to his office aa
pall bearer during the obsequies of a
neighbor.
Whether these strenuous exertions
on the part of hie spouse had so wear
ied Mr. Pottaey that he was glad to
seek a place where work la unknown,
H ia impossible to any. He had been
• P*l». meek, little man. lacking la
the energy which the woman, beside
whom he had been obliged to spend his
life, possessed in such superabund
ance—and she waa not at all backward
la showing her eontempt for those
whose endowments were not equal to
her own. This, no doubt, wore on him
to aa extent that rendered him per
fectly willing to exchange the real
ities of the world he was leaving for
the promisee of the world to come.
The inscription on his tombstone was
characteristic of his relation in life,
for even in death he was not allowed
to assert himself, but was laid to rest
aa “Washington, beloved husband of
Zenobia Pottssy
snare waa no suggestion or me*K
bmi about Mrs. Potts*;. She was tall
and rather thin, with snapping black
eyai and- smooth, black hair, showing
no thread of whlta. Very courageous,
indeed, would be the hair to dare un
furl a whit* banner in ber head. Ita
death would be sudden and Ignomin
ious. Common report provided her with
a sharp tongue. But this detriment. in
the mind of her male acquaintances,
waa more than balanced by thr mate
rial advantages ah* could confer on a
possible successor to the late Mr.
Pottaey. Naturally, a woman who split
bar own wood, milked her own eow,
and did other things commonly sup
posed to be man's work, had many ad
mlrera.
As Lemuel Jonas—called "Lasy
Jones'' by bis friends, in playful allu
sion to bia wall-known dislike for
manual labor—expressed it to a select
coterie of his cronies: "You would
not bav* to do a thing but Jest act down
and take U easy; shs'd do the bust
ling. A -mman that'll climb a ladder
and paint l.ar own house is the woman
for me."
Whan Mr. Jonas one afternoon in
terrupted Mrs. Pnttsey'a strenuous
processes by knocking at th* door, she
wus engaged in putting th* finishing
towhec to a "color scheme" in her beet
eoom. The predominating shad* wae a
tort of bluish rtf. In this little com
munity the color tens not dignified
with n name, but was simply called
"aniline dye." It was quite a fad in the
village, amt everybody who bad any
elaim to distinction possessed some
thing dyed to this particular hue. Mrs
Pottaey had Imparted the startling
tint to several objects in the room.
The ribbon which held bark the Not
tingham lace curtains showed their ac
quaintance with the dye pot. The che
nille cover of the small table on which
lay the family l»ible, took on the same
apoplectic glow.
Mrs. Pottaey was engaged In putting
the finishing touches to the room, by
going over a stripe of dirty white In
the breadths of rag carpet, with a
paint brush and a tomato can full of
the dye. The knock at the dooreaused
her to pause, and upon her Invitation
"Lnay Joneaa” entered. He had long
been endeavoring to brokeh the sub
ject of a life partnership to Mrs.
Pottaey, but. when her sharp eyes were
looking at him. he felt as if hia soul,
with its mixed motives, wets laid bare
before her, and hia eourage oosed out.
flhe pointed now to her handiwork
and said: "Ain't this room beau
tiful r*
"Yes, Mis' Pottaey, yea; it's d
ah eos—1’hem—it's very beautiful. 1
never see anything that suited me
better."
And, indeed, he had not, for he in
wardly pictured himself reposing on
the lounge with a pillow under hia
head and a pipe in hia mouth.
"You're a master hand at flxla' up
things, Mia’ Pottssy; you know how
to make a-body comfortable, don't
"My power* of mind ti ••eh,” an.
•wered Mrs. Pottaey, "that when I
llkea people I can make 'em comfort
able, and when I don't like 'em, 1 can
make 'em party oncomfortable.”
Mr. Jones did not know whether to
regard this aa encouragement or
discouragement.
“Would you—er—could you—er—“
doubt here aaeailed him—“lend me
your ho*T" he lamely concluded.
Walking home, he resolved as a last
resort, to trust his fate to a written
missive. He was not “handy," to use
a local phrase, with the pen, and cone
position presented unknown horrors
to him, but something must be don*.
When he waa gone, Mrs. Pottaey
Milled grimly. "No aech truck ee him
don't take me in!" ah* remarked.
▲ few day* later, Mr*. Pottaey was
preparing to ean some plums. She was
•anted on the bask poreh with a bushel
basket of pirns on one side and a
large Jar on the other. On her lap waa
n pan Sited with the fruit. Deacon Slat
tery leased against a support to the
poreh and chewed a straw medita
tively.
"Well, you got a Job before ye *f
you're goto' to peal all them plume,"
he at last observed.
“Twont take me long," aha re
sponded; "they're wild plums, and
h — - —
they tests hind of puckery if they
ain't peeled."
Judging by the eonaUat stream of
peeled plums leaving her hand for the
Jar, it was evident the process would
not occupy her for a great length of
time.
"Mighty big lot of pitvna for one
woman to eat,” he ventured.
"I’m that fond of plums I could
eat ’em every day in the year!” she an
swered.
Deacon Slattery rubbed hie chin
thoughtfully and decided to take an- |
other tack. He was wise, even beyond '
bis years, which were many, so he
said after gasing at her thoughtfully
for a few momenta:
"You ere a powerful good lookin’
woman, Zenobia.”
"Ob. pshaw, now, deaeon, seeh an
old woman aa ms!" hut he noticed a
little flush etailing over her sallow
cheek.
Well eatiafled with htfa progress, he
went on.
"I dealer’, on my honor, when you
come welkin* in church Sunday all
rigged out. 1 thought you was the
handsomest woman there!" — oh
shameless deacon!—"and I never see
a woman 'at could turn out work like
you kin. As I says to Jim Watson
t’other day, sea I. ‘1 don t*know where
you can p'lnt out a woman as young
lookin’ for her age as Mis' Pottaey.*
I get kinder lonesome at times, an’ I've
often thought I*d like some smart,
good'lukin' woman flyln* round the
house, fryln* my potatoes an' hakin*
my pancakes far me,” the deacon went
on, with a sad note la his voice.
“Why don’t you git somebody,
than?” asked ilra. Pottaey.
Here was distinct encouragement.
"Well, now, I kinder th6ught maybe
you was tired livin' alone, too,' said
the deacon.
"Bcein’ it’s you that aalcs ms, maybe
I be," said Mrs. Pottsey.
The deacon, as he walked home,
smiled gently to himself. "Human
natur* is human natur'!'' he said, soft
ly—Levon C. Chancy, in National Mag
azine.
■rawer Didn't Knew Bede.
Congressman Ruppert. of New
Y »rk, is one of the best known brew
ers in that eity. It is of this same
brewer that a story is told which is
yrorth repeat!-^.
He was traveling in the upper part
of New York state along the Hne of
the New York Central railroad, when
he noticed some vines growing in
great profusion.
"What kind of vines are those, con
ductor?” asked Mr. Ruppert. "I no
tice a great many of them along the
railroad here."
"Those.’’ said the conductor, "are
hops.”—Washington Poet.
Clara Barton, head of the Red
Cross society, has been Invited by
President Dias of Mexico to come to >
the City of Mexico and there organ
ize a branch of the society for the
republic.
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D.C. Brownell*
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