The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1865-08-23

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And she put the bag in her pocket and
awaited the temperance of Miss lid
lid did not come, however; and after
uperintcnding the cakes under process of
baking, cooks hand crept some how into
her pocket She felt the bag and some
thing hard in it and examination proved
that something to be Miss Paulina's
watch. Cook was alarmed.
why, if Miss Paulina had lost dat
watch, and had dc servants sarched, dey
might have sent me to prison, she NUT
tered. Don't know what to do now
white folks is 50 'sricious'
just then her eye lighted on a small
pink dress sent down to be ironed out.
Oats Miss Tid's dress she said. Ill
put de bag in dc pocket, and she'll have
it safe without 'spicon 'tachin itself to
me; and lifting the tiny skirt, she found
the few inches Of pocket, hid the bag and
watch therein, and went on with her ba-
king, well satisfied with herself Five
minutes after, Mrs. Whipple's maid enter
ed and carried off the dress, which belong
ed, not to Miss lid, but to Miss Dolly
Whipplc. Cook stared, but said moth
ing.
Ignorant of the valuable contents of her
pocket, Miss Dolly Whipple was dressed,
and went out with her mamma for a
promenade.
As Mrs. Whipple sailed out of the
house, she met Dinah III a state of great
excitement.
What is the matter, Dnah p asked
the lady.
% missus" calculated the girl, Miss
Pauina's watch is stole. Can't find it
nowhere
That beautiful present of her grand
father'Sr
Yes, missus.'
'llow unfortunate y simpered the lady,
and passed out with Miss Dolly never
guessing what her pocket held.
Miss Dolly was always hard to man
age, today particularly so. She refused
to hold her hands like litte-girl in a
fashion plate, and could not be persuaded
to mincc gracefully. Mamma grew in
dignant She turned from the public
walk into quiet lane and scolded Dolly
in an undertone.
you wicked child, why don't you car
ry your parasol high and take short steps.
And how your skirt sets. What is that
punching out your pocket Let me see
Her kid glove entered the aperture and
drew forth the calico bag. In an instant
more Mrs. Whipple sat quite faint under
a tree, with the Geneva watch in her
lap. Mrs. Whipple had believed her.
self an excellent mother. She had
brought the child up in the way she
should 90, and here she was, after all,
with somebody elses watch in her pocl-
ct.
'IIow did you come by this p she whis-
pered. 'Oh, you dreadful child how did
you come by this !
To which Miss Dolly replied Il dunno
Did that naughty lid give it to your
no ma, she didn't
who did, then p
Nobody.
Where did you find it?'
Nowhere, ma
'Oh, Dolly, Dolly, watches can't come
by chance into littls girls pockets. Tell
the truth. Who put it there p
Il dunno, ma
AIrc IIbin,1a eb,I .o,..
My child is a story teller rs well as a
thief she said, and letting down her veil,
took Dolly home forthwith.
Questioned at home, however, no fur
ther answer could be elected. The five
ycar-old was astonished ont of her senses.
Dunno, ma, was all that she could utter.
Mrs Whipple was wretched Maternal
love and shame we're strong within her.
She could not confess her child's iniunity.
yet the watch must be restored. Locking
poor Dolly up. Mrs. Whipplc hoyered
about the hall, hoping TO find an opportu-
nifty Of gliding into Miss Paulina's room
unseen and replacing the watch. None
offered. AT last, in desperation, Mrs.
Whpple tied the bobbin about the mouth
of the bag and suspended it from the
lock OF the door, saving
They'll come up soon, and find it. |
can't expose poor, naughty Dolly
Down stars, however, the household
were occupied about the extension table
in the dining room, which, under the aus
plces of Miss Scraggs, who was an ANA
teur medium, was tipping information re-
garding the lost watch, which, it affirmed
by bobbing when certain letters were nam
ed, was in possession of the spirits, who
had, for motives which they refused to
explain, purloined it. Consequently.
Miss Paulina did not come up stairs as
Mrs. Whipple expected
The person who next appeared upon
the scene was the bachelor, Jones, on his
way toward the cars for New York. For
her apnt's sake, Mr., Jones had taken an
unusual interest in lid.
Bless her little heart = cried Mr.. Jones.
apostopoizing the absent lid. She hung
her little bag here. I'll take it to the
city and fill it with sugar plums' There
upon, 'unknowing what he did, the
bachelor united the bobbin from the door
knob and pocketed the pink calico bag,
to the horror of Mrs. Whpple, who was
peeping at him over the balustrades.-
Half an hour atterward the Geneva watch
was on the way to New York, per rail-
road. Mr., Jones. after transactinr tha