Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1867-10-09

clipped oft the turning up hairs at the ex-
tremity OF his NOUS tache
BY Jove ~ he exclaimed, and he wiped
the wounded hand on my span clean white
wrapper. With that | gave him gentle
push that considerably accelerated his down
ward movement.
Once safe on the ground he looked up,
his face filled with alarm.
What ails you, Kate gone crazy? look
ing IN people windows, slashing of, with
out mercy, fellow s whiskers, and chopping
up his hands what in time is up?''
Now, Frank, | whispered, ''go away,
be good boy. am making discovery.
| will tell you all about it y-and-by," and
back [ tripped TO the blinds.
Miss Melbourne was now adding the I'm
ishing touch to her head gear, and my heart
sank for fear those mysterious articles had
gone to their duty No. there they were,
on the bureau, and Miss Melbourne took them
up and slipped them both into her mouth
one each side! Then [ beheid sudden
plumpness to her face and the mystery was
out and | left just as the rabbits paw des
cended to the oval box
''Humph J. [ calculated as entered my
own window; she stretches her cheeks o.
yer them to paint more easily, just as an art
ist streches his canvass In frame.
But what predicament | was in My
wrapper must be changed My hair all in
disorder where little slivers in the blinds had
caught it; my pet handkerchief, with its
red stripe and futed border, very much re-
sembled dishcloth; it was worth 1.-THE
discovery [ had made was of inestimabie
value to me.
Frank was my lover, and dear good soul
My uncle Henry was Miss Melbourne low
er. This was my uucle's house, and Miss
| Nj oil n IIn.la II
ry met her at some watering place, and she
had captivated his bachelor heart, and, tho
he was fifty-five he appeared as foolish over
| her as my Frank did over me. She was
| very rich, and | sometimes thought her es-
| tate on the banks of the Hudson, where he
| had visited her several times, weighed some
thing in the balance, with uncle's love but,
| if so, he didn't betray. They were soon to
| be married. and she had shown considerable
authority in the house whose mistress L had
| been So long and moreover, had turned up
| her little higher than nature made it
turn, at my Frank.
"A graceless scamp!' / heard her say,
one evening, to Uncle Henry, is that boy
who visits Kate Explanation: Frank COW
| cred her poodle with burs, and Miss Mel
| bourne's maid was two days extrlcatlng them
from his flaecy covcring-and she knew the
cnlprit. Yes" she continued, "a grace
less scamp and Harry dear, (my dIgnified
uncle, Harry dear } If he is to become
member of your family, [ think | shall go
back to Maple Hall (her home), and resign
my sweet hope.
4 short argument here ensued but uncle
got the best of it. Seeing which way the
wind blew, she finally sided round, and con-
cluded to look over Frank S misdemeanors,
with the final burst of:
,i,u,,. IA bata j., Wact Do;nf nanin
Jay there were several at Saratoga last
summer: but I'll never leave one cent of
property to her, if she marries him.
haven't a relation in the world, but I'll
found hospital, before he shall squander
my money, after | am gone.
A food of tears would have followed if
she had not been afraid of the paint, as it
was she carried her handkerchief to her
eyes, and gave couple OF hysterical sobs
that would have done justice to first class
actress upon the stage
Hereupon my Uncle Henry stroked that
wig-I wish it had dropped off!-and said
Il II see about it. y
So we were enemies, she and |, from that
moment if | could get her out of the
house and uncle disenchanted!
That evening, | unfolded our propects to
Frank, and we knew, in words, many mil
itary plan TO rOut the enemy and gain our
old ground with uncle, for he certainly show
ed signs OF going over with the old maid in
opinion. He even called my dear Frank,
Mr.. Thornton on several occasions.
Now. If there wa, anything uncle despls-
ed. it Was deception -fsE
Don't he exclaimed, once, to me, when
he caught me crimping my hair. ~ ou
can t add to the beauty of those heavy black
braids, by the friyulous crimps, stuck up on
your head Be natural, girl.
And he was going to marry woman so
natural What would he do, the first morn
of the honeymoon, to find Miss Melbourne |
SO transformed! bald headed, one-legged, |
bleached eye winkers and without those
the-the-that pair of things!
So | thought, as donned fresh dress, |
smoothed my hair and opened my drawer
for clean handkerchief And then went
below stairs.
No one about yet, save the servant letting !
the sunlight into the drawing room, and
dusting the furniture, so stepped out to
find Frank, and disclose. | caught the gilt
ter of brass buttons through the shrubbery, |
and ran round turn in the walk to meet |
him.
so Frank began, but suddenly stop
ped, for that was not my Frank.
Beg pardon, he said, bowling low. but
is Mr.. Thornton in?" And then he grab
bed me, and kissed me-
was on the point of screaming for Frank,
Uncle Henry, Miss Melbourne, and tie
whole household, as visions of murder, alb
duction, etc., fitted through my brain, when
Franks old, , musical laugh rang out, and
he exclaimed,
'.How do you like kiss without nous
tache ?' :,
stMercyr' J exclaimed, ''are you really
EranL TIorntnn2 Such homely man, my |