People's Pilot, Volume 3, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 October 1893 — THAT WAS DIFFERENT. [ARTICLE]

THAT WAS DIFFERENT.

I When Jim Began Supposing That Settled the Matter. “One day in the mountains, that lift their green-walled battlements above the tumbling waters of the upper Cumberland, I stopped at a log house to get my dinner. It was a double affair, with a lean-to porch in front of it, and was occupied by a man and woman, who were eager to hear me talk of the great world beyond the fastnesses of the everlasting hills that hedged them in. We sat at the table for some minutes after we had finished eating, ’ and the woman began talking, in her own crude imaginative fashion, of the things I had been telling them. “ ‘S’posin’, Jim/ she said, addressing . herself principally to her husband, ‘S’posin’ I wuz a fine lady in silkt and satins; an' s’posin’ I had hosses an’ ‘ kerridges; an’ s’posin’ we lived in a marble palace, with glass winders; an’ s’posin’ you wuz a prominent citizen an’ put on a clean shirt every week; an’ s’posin’ we could go to Europe an’ i see all the grand sights; an’ s’posin’ ; we had a washtub full of money; an’ | s’posin’ we’d come back yer to these parts an’ s’posin’ we’d build a town t right out there in the bottom, an’ ; s’posin’ it ’ud grow an’ grow, an’ s’posin’ a boovelard was run right along down thar whar the cow shed is now, an’ s’posin’ they’d name it atter us, Jim, wouldn’t that be somethin’ wurth s’posin’?’ and the woman looked out of the door and gazed off across the valley with almost a dreamy ! look in her dull gray eyes. “ ‘Yes, Susan,’ responded Jim, in the • same fanciful strain, ‘an’ s’posin’ I run , f er congress an’— ’ “She recovered her everyday prac- | tical spirit at the sound of his voice and stopped him. “ ‘No, you don’t,’ she said, jumping up and beginning to clear off the table, ‘I’H do all the s’posin’ for this family myself. You go ’long out thar and j chop enough firewood to last over Sunday.’ “Fifteen minutes later, as I turned at the bend of the road that carried me out of sight, I saw Jim chopping at the wood and Susan carrying an i armful to the house.”—Detroit Free Press.