Democratic Sentinel, Volume 12, Number 50, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 January 1889 — Letter from the Corners. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Letter from the Corners.

NSCI OB Nothix’ Hxix, ) Ku. :jtxxT Cobxzbs. | \ /T R. EDITOR: Les y I see wher wus I L when I struk off so suddent to go 1 Uui> 05 er to D lodger ses alwwtwith Jonathin to whot wus rong with thet wins; f|%%>but it want the twins at all. but WSw little Sophrony thet hed got herself choked most

to deth on a piece of chicken gizzard; but I shuk her a few times an slapped her on to her back an out fl »w the gizzard, an I tell you es Jonathin and Sairy •J ane want glad to see it cum; but she is a gettin a long all rite now. I wus a tellin you about the fuss the school marm an th? widder hed, want I? Wai the schoolmarm finally got red in the face an to'.e the widder thet her dotter shouldn’t go to school to her another day. Ses sue, “I'll assinefust,” an up she gits an goes over to another place, and all of the wimmingfolk they goes an shakes hans with her. O but the widder was mad, but she hed foun one schoolmarm she couldn’t boss. An then the schoolmarm cut the widder out with Jerry to, and it dp look kind a hard on the widder. Land sakes alive, Mr. Editur, you’l think we air al’ays a bavin a fuss of sum kyand heer to the Corners, but I insure you it is a reel quiet despectable naborheod. An the schoolmarm ses Kilkenny Corners is the most opprobrious name it cood hev.

I cum mity nigh a furgittin to tell you about the time we hed over to Unkle Lige Purdy’s university an his wife Letisha, she thet wus Letisha Nelson; an I mus say the Nelsonses wus alays master hans at keepin house, and Letisha’s house is alays as clean as sope an watter an elbow greece kin make it, but then the Nelsonses is related to my granmother on her mothers side, so praps that accounts fur it. But, as I wus a sayin, Mr. Editur, we give em a big surprise on ther fortyeth university. Every buddy roun beer went, and the school marm an preecher, to. My! sech sites an piles of grub es wus tuk in. There wus apple pie, an pumkin pie an squash pie an pertater, an mince an cramberry pies, an I don’t know how menny other. I baked a big weddin cake in my dish-pan, dn the school marm helped a rite smart lot a puttin the shugar an aig on it—she called thet a frostying it. An I mus say it did look awful nise. When she had finished it she stepped back an put her thums into her arm-holes an ses “No flies on thet.” I tole her I sh’d hope not. Well, as I wus a sayin, everybuddy tuk a heap of feed. Miss Roper and Peter’s wife brung a hull ham, biled, an three chickings, and a pale full of cookys, an I don’t remind what all elts, but there wus plenty fur all and lots lef. I cood see Wiliam Henery coodnt hardly wate fur us to git the vittles onto the tables; he wus a dodgin here an thar a wantin to holp an a tastin of everything, til it is a wunder to me thet he cood ete a bite of dinner, but he did. Arfter we had got things onto the table then we hed the Presbyterian preecher to give im the things. We hed got em sum cheese an a sophie an a pare of spectickles apeice an sum knew nives an forks, an a lamp thet you cud hang up by a chane to the top of the room. Mis Roper, Peter's wife, sed they wus awful fashin able an so we got em one. But les see; '! got got a leetle ahed of-,my story. Wiliam Henery he sez I alays do.

Heigho, I must go to gittin supper, fur the schools marms new bow is a comin to take her to see a play thet is a goin to be in Sackville to-nite; it is a theayter play, but I dont no as it is enny thing weeked. Enny way the school marm is a goin. An the Widder is hoppin mad. Yourn trewly, Hester Ann Scoopeb. —Chicago Ledger.