Carline was a very stiddy gal: she was married about a year ago,--married Joe Bennet,--Philander Bennet"s son: you remember Phil Bennet, don"t you, Mr. Crane?--he "twas killed so sudding over to Ganderfield? Though, come to think, it must "a" ben arter you went away from here. He"d moved over to Ganderfield the spring afore he was killed. Well, one day in hayin"-time he was to work in the hay-field--take another piece o" pie, Mr. Crane: oh, dew! I insist on"t--well, he was to work in the hay-field, and he fell off the hay-stack. I s"pose "twouldn"t "a" killed him if it hadn"t "a" ben for his comin" kermash onto a jug that was a-settin" on the ground aside o"
the stack. The spine of his back went right onto the jug and broke it,--broke his back, I mean,--not the jug: that wa"n"t even cracked.
Cur"us, wa"n"t it? "Twas quite a comfort to Miss Bennet in her affliction: "twas a jug she valleyed,--one "twas her mother"s....
Take another cup o" tea, Mr. Crane. Why, you don"t mean to say you"ve got done supper! ain"t you gwine to take nothin" more? no more o" the pie? nor the sa.s.s? Well, won"t you have another pickle? Oh, that reminds me: I was a-gwine to tell what Carline Gallup said about Kesier Winkle.
Why, Kier, seems to me you ain"t very perlite to leave the table afore anybody else does. Oh, yes, I remember now; it"s singin"-school night: I s"pose it"s time you was off. Melissy, you want to go tew, don"t you?
Well, I guess Mr. Crane"ll excuse you. We"ll jest set back the table ag"in" the wall. I won"t dew the dishes jest now. Me and Melissy does the work ourselves, Mr. Crane. I hain"t kept no gal sense Melissy was big enough t" aid and a.s.sist me. I think help"s more plague than profit. No woman that has growed-up darters needn"t keep help if she"s brung up her gals as she"d ought tew. Melissy, dear, put on your cloak: it"s a purty tejus evenin". Kier, you tie up your throat: you know you was complainin" of a soreness in"t to-day; and you must be keerful to tie it up when you c.u.m hum: it"s dangerous t" egspose yerself arter singin"--apt to give a body the brown-critters,--and that"s turrible.
You couldn"t sing any more if you should git that, you know. You"d better call for Mirandy and Seliny, hadn"t you? Don"t be out late.
Now, Mr. Crane, draw up to the stove: you must be chilly off there. You gwine to the party to Major c.o.o.n"s day arter to-morrow? S"pose they"ll give out ther invatations to-morrow. Do go, Mr. Crane: it"ll chirk you up and dew you good to go out into society ag"in. They say it"s to be quite numerous. But I guess ther won"t be no dancin" nor highty-tighty dewin"s. If I thought ther would be I shouldn"t go myself; for I don"t approve on "em, and couldn"t countenance "em. What do you think Sam Pendergra.s.s"s wife told me? She said how"t the widder Jinkins (she "twas Poll Bingham) is a-havin" a new gownd made a purpose to wear to the party,--one of these "ere flambergasted, blazin" plaid consarns, with tew awful wide kaiterin" flounces around the skirt. Did you ever! How reed.i.c.kilous for a woman o" her age, ain"t it? I s"pose she expects t"
astonish the natyves, and make her market tew, like enough. Well, she"s to be pitied. Oh, Mr. Crane, I thought I _should go off_ last night when I see that old critter squeeze up and hook onto you. How turrible imperdent, wa"n"t it! But seems to me I shouldn"t "a" felt as if I was obleeged to went hum with her if I"d "a" ben in your place, Mr. Crane.
She made a purty speech about me to the lectur": I"m "most ashamed to tell you on"t, Mr. Crane, but it shows what the critter is. Kier says he heered her stretch her neck acrost and whisper to old Green, "Mr.
Green, don"t you think the widder Bedott seems to be wonderfully took up with _crainiology_?" She"s the brazin"-facedest critter "t ever lived; it does beat all; I never _did_ see her equill. But it takes all sorts o" folks to make up the world, you know. What did I understand you to say, Mr. Crane?--a few minnits" conversation with me? Deary me! Is it anything pertickler, Mr. Crane? Oh, dear suz! how you _dew_ frustrate me! Not that it"s anything oncommon fer the gentlemen to ax to have private conversations with me, you know; but then--but then--bein" you, it"s different: circ.u.mstances alter cases, you know. What was you a-gwine to say, Mr. Crane?
Oh, no, Mr. Crane, by no manner o" means; "tain"t a minute tew soon for you to begin to talk about gittin" married ag"in. I am amazed you should be afeerd I"d think so. See--how long"s Miss Crane been dead? Six months!--land o" Goshen!--why, I"ve know"d a number of individdiwals get married in less time than that. There"s Phil Bennet"s widder "t I was a-talkin" about jest now,--she "twas Louisy Perce: her husband hadn"t been dead but _three_ months, you know. I don"t think it looks well for a _woman_ to be in such a hurry; but for a _man_ it"s a different thing: circ.u.mstances alter cases, you know. And then, sittiwated as you be, Mr.
Crane, it"s a turrible thing for your family to be without a head to superintend the domestic consarns and "tend to the children,--to say nothin" o" yerself, Mr. Crane. You dew need a companion, and no mistake.
Six months! Good grevious! Why, Squire t.i.tus didn"t wait but six _weeks_ after he buried his fust wife afore he married his second. I thought ther" wa"n"t no partickler need o" his hurryin" so, seein" his family was all growed up. Such a critter as he pickt out, tew! "Twas very onsuitable; but every man to his taste,--I hain"t no dispersition to meddle with n.o.body"s consarns. There"s old farmer Dawson, tew,--his pardner hain"t ben dead but ten months. To be sure, he ain"t married yet; but he would "a" ben long enough ago, if somebody I know on "d gin him any incurridgement. But "tain"t for me to speak o" that matter. He"s a clever old critter, and as rich as a Jew; but--lawful sakes!--he"s old enough to be my father. And there"s Mr. Smith,--Jubiter Smith: you know him, Mr. Crane,--his wife, (she "t was Aurory Pike) she died last summer, and he"s ben squintin" round among the wimmin ever since, and he _may_ squint for all the good it"ll dew him so far as I"m consarned,--though Mr. Smith"s a respectable man,--quite young and hain"t no family,--very well off, tew, and quite intellectible,--but I"m purty partickler. Oh, Mr. Crane, it"s ten years come Jinniwary sense I witnessed the expiration o" my belovid companion!--an uncommon long time to wait, to be sure; but "tain"t easy to find anybody to fill the place o" Hezekier Bedott. I think _you"re_ the most like husband of ary individdiwal I ever see, Mr. Crane. Six months! murderation! cur"us you should be afeard I"d think "twas too soon. Why, I"ve knowed--
_Mr. Crane_--Well, widder, I"ve been thinking about taking another companion, and I thought I"d ask you--
_Widow_--Oh, Mr. Crane, egscuse my commotion; it"s so onexpected. Jest hand me that are bottle of camfire off the mantletry shelf: I"m ruther faint. Dew put a little mite on my handkercher and hold it to my nuz.
There, that"ll dew: I"m obleeged tew ye. Now I"m ruther more composed: you may perceed, Mr. Crane.
_Mr. C._--Well, widder, I was a-going to ask you whether--whether--
_Widow_--Continner, Mr. Crane,--dew. I know it"s turrible embarra.s.sin".
I remember when my dezeased husband made his suppositions to me he stammered and stuttered, and was so awfully fl.u.s.tered it did seem as if he"d never git it out in the world; and I suppose it"s ginerally the case,--at least it has been with all them that"s made suppositions to me: you see they"re generally oncerting about what kind of an answer they"re a-gwine to git, and it kind o" makes "em narvous. But when an individdiwal has reason to s"pose his attachment"s reciperated, I don"t see what need there is o" his bein" fl.u.s.trated,--though I must say it"s quite embarra.s.sin" to me. Pray continner.
_Mr. C._--Well, then, I want to know if you"re willing I should have Melissy.
_Widow_--The dragon!
_Mr. C._--I hain"t said anything to her about it yet,--thought the proper way was to get your consent first. I remember when I courted Trypheny we were engaged some time before mother Kenipe knew anything about it, and when she found it out she was quite put out because I didn"t go to her first. So when I made up my mind about Melissy, thinks me, I"ll do it right this time, and speak to the old woman first--
_Widow_--_Old woman_, hey! That"s a purty name to call me!--amazin"
perlite, tew! Want Melissy, hey! Tribble-ation! gracious sakes alive!
Well, I"ll give it up now! I always knowed you was a simpleton, Tim Crane, but, I _must_ confess, I didn"t think you was _quite_ so big a fool. Want Melissy, dew ye? If that don"t beat all! What an everlastin"
old calf you must be, to s"pose she"d _look_ at _you_! Why, you"re old enough to be her father, and more, tew; Melissy ain"t only in her twenty-oneth year. What a reed.i.c.kilous idee for a man o" your age! As gray as a rat, tew! I wonder what this world _is_ a-comin" tew: "tis astonishin" what fools old widdiwers will make o" themselves! Have Melissy! Melissy!
_Mr. C._--Why, widder, you surprise me. I"d no idee of being treated in this way, after you"d ben so polite to me, and made such a fuss over me and the girls.
_Widow_--Shet yer head, Tim Crane; nun o" yer sa.s.s to me. _There"s_ your hat on that are table, and _here"s_ the door; and the sooner you put on _one_ and march out o" t"other the better it will be for you. And I advise you, afore you try to git married ag"in, to go out West and see "f yer wife"s cold; and arter yer satisfied on that p"int, jest put a little lampblack on yer hair,--"twould add to yer appearance, undoubtedly, and be of sarvice tew you when you want to flourish round among the gals; and when ye"ve got yer hair fixt, jest splinter the spine o" your back,--"twouldn"t hurt your looks a mite: you"d be intirely unresistible if you was a _leetle_ grain straiter.
_Mr. C._--Well, I never!
_Widow_--Hold your tongue, you consarned old coot you! I tell you _there"s_ your hat, and _there"s_ the door: be off with yerself, quick metre, or I"ll give ye a h"ist with the broomstick.
_Mr. C._--Gimmeni!
_Widow_ (rising)--Git out, I say! I ain"t a-gwine to stan" here and be insulted under my own ruff; and so git along; and if ever you darken my door ag"in, or say a word to Melissy, it"ll be the wuss for you,--that"s all.
_Mr. C._--Treemenjous! What a buster!
_Widow_--Go "long,--go "long,--go long, you everlastin" old gum! I won"t hear another word (stops her ears). I won"t. I won"t. I won"t. (Exit Mr.
Crane.)
(Enter Melissy, accompanied by Captain Canoot.)
Good-evenin", cappen! Well, Melissy, hum at last, hey? Why didn"t you stay till mornin"? Purty business keepin" me up here so late waitin" for you, when I"m eny-most tired to death iornin" and workin" like a slave all day,--ought to ben abed an hour ago. Thought ye left me with agreeable company, hey? I should like to know what arthly reason you had to s"pose old Crane"s was agreeable to me? I always despised the critter; always thought he was a turrible fool, and now I"m convinced on"t. I"m completely dizgusted with him; and I let him know it to-night.
I gin him a piece o" my mind"t I guess he"ll be apt to remember for a spell. I ruther think he went off with a flea in his ear. Why, cappen, did ye ever hear of such a piece of audacity in all yer born days? for him--_Tim Crane_--to durst to expire to my hand,--the widder o" Deacon Bedott! Jest as if _I_"d condescen" to look at _him_,--the old numskull!
He don"t know B from a broomstick; but if he"d "a" stayed much longer I"d "a" teached him the difference, I guess. He"s got his _walkin"-ticket_ now. I hope he"ll lemme alone in futur". And where"s Kier? Gun home with the Cranes, hey! Well, I guess it"s the last time.
And now, Melissy Bedott, you ain"t to have nothin" more to dew with them gals,--d"ye hear? You ain"t to "sociate with "em at all arter this: "twould only be incurridgin" the old man to come a-pesterin" me ag"in; and I won"t have him round,--d"ye hear? Don"t be in a hurry, cappen, and don"t be alarmed at my gettin" in such a pa.s.sion about old Crane"s persumption. Mebby you think "twas onfeelin" in me to use him so,--and I don"t say but what "twas, _ruther_; but then he"s so awful dizagreeable tew me, you know: "tain"t _everybody_ I"d treat in such a way. Well, if you _must_ go, good-evenin"! Give my love to Hanner when you write ag"in: dew call frequently, Captain Canoot,--dew.
THE LUGUBRIOUS WHING-WHANG
BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
The rhyme o" The Raggedy Man"s "at"s best Is Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs,-- "Cause that-un"s the strangest of all o" the rest, An" the worst to learn, an" the last one guessed, An" the funniest one, an" the foolishest.-- Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
I don"t know what in the world it means-- Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!-- An" nen when I _tell_ him I don"t, he leans Like he was a-grindin" on some machines An" says: Ef I _don"t_, w"y, I don"t know _beans_!
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Out on the margin of Moonshine Land, Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Out where the Whing-Whang loves to stand, Writing his name with his tail in the sand, And swiping it out with his oogerish hand; Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Is it the gibber of Gungs or Keeks?
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Or what _is_ the sound that the Whing-Whang seeks?
Crouching low by the winding creeks And holding his breath for weeks and weeks!
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
Anoint him, the wraithest of wraithly things!
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
"Tis a fair Whing-Whangess, with phosphor rings, And bridal-jewels of fangs and stings; And she sits and as sadly and softly sings As the mildewed whir of her own dead wings,-- Tickle me, Dear, Tickle me here, Tickle me, Love, in me Lonesome Ribs!
THE RUNAWAY TOYS
BY FRANK L. STANTON
The Hobby Horse was so tired that day, With never a bite to eat, That he whispered the Doll: "I shall run away!"