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He's sure been a God's blessin' to this neighborhood." Soon they started homeward, Young Matt going ahead to do the chores, and to tell his mother of their coming guest, while Mr. Matthews followed more slowly with the doctor.
The capacity for keeping a secret she believed was manlike, and reminded her for no reason in the world of Jim Medliker, her husband, whom she feared. Well, she would let them fight it out between them. More than that, she was finally obliged to sink her reserve in employing him in the necessary "chores" for the house, and he was sent on an errand to the country store at the cross-roads.
An Englishwoman of the kind you used to know at home, for example. Could she live on rancid pork, molasses, and damaged flour? You know the stuff the storekeepers supply their debtors. Would you expect a delicately brought-up girl to cook for you, and mend and wash your clothes, besides making hers? To struggle with chores that never end, and be content, for months, with your society?"
Certain ideas of his were strengthened, and straightway he became thoughtful. That afternoon late, as he did his camp chores, he watched for her. But she did not come. Then he decided to go to see her. But even the decision and the strange thrill it imparted did not change his reluctance. Twilight was darkening the valley when he reached her house, and the shadows were thick under the pinyons.
And Link looked forward with a thrill of merry anticipation to the coming of night. As soon as he could clear away his evening chores and swallow some supper he fared forth to the village. This was going to be one of those nights to date time from.
Down to the very verge of the Revolution the American pioneer spirit was forever urging the individual to fight for his own hand. Each boy on the old farms had his own chores to do; each head of a family had to plan for himself. The most tragic failure of the individual in those days was the poverty or illness which compelled him to "go on the town."
Furthermore, she knew something of the life he had led since the death of his parents. "Had your breakfast?" "Well " "Of course you haven't. Come right in and eat with me," urged the good-hearted widow. "If you will let me do some chores, or something to pay for it, I will," agreed Phil hesitatingly. "Nothing of the kind!
He told the story to all the village gossips of the masculine sex who gathered at the grocery as soon as they had swallowed their tea and had done as few chores at home as possible. "Well!" said Simes, laughing. He was a gaunt, long-drawn-out man, owning a straggling, gray beard, a pair of brown, twinkling eyes, and a nasal voice. "I saw something, to-day, that beat the Dutch.
His eyes ran furtively around the room in which they sat, taking in, without noting or feeling, the unutterable squalor of the place. "Well," said his friend after a time, rising, "it'd be a fine place to fetch a woman to, wouldn't it? But now I got to be going I got my chores to do." "What's your hurry, Wid?" complained the occupant of the cabin. "Cow'll wait."
My first one lasted near on to thirty years, and did all the chores about the house, to say nothing of the hog-pen; and if you'll believe me, sir, the one before this stuck at the hog-feeding on her wedding day, and then wore out before twelve months were up." He finished with his humorous chuckle and lifted his fork skilfully in his left hand.
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