The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1867-04-12

which he had spent the previous day, had
been converted into paper dolls, and
horses with any number of legs from two
to twenty.
Law sake! don't take on about it /"
said Mrs. browne. The little dears
didn't mean to do it bless EN- -
Just after dinner, Aunt Peggy Trim, Mrs.
Changers aunt arrived on visit. Aunt
Peggy was very determined person, and
she took charge OF the kitchen at once, and
sent Mrs. Granger off to church with her
husband. The Brownies were not we'll
enough to go they said.
Mrs. Drowhe read story, and Mr..
browne lay on the sofa and slept. Sud-
denly Mrs. browne missed Fan, the poo
die
Good graciousl" cried She" where is
Fan +"
The children looked up from their en-
plOy ment of smearing the pictures of a
handsome Polyglot Bible with red ink, and
giggled.
What have you done with Fanny p
queried their mother
We've had funeral 90 said Abel With
grin.
"a funeral" shrieked Mrs browne,
what do you mean?"
She's in Mrs. Changers work box, all
buried as nice as anybody in the garden"
said Nlcodemus Abel preached the SER
mon, and Lilly and followed as mournersl
Abel was sexton! Crackee, WASH it jol-
ly?"
Mrs. browne rushed to the garden, fol-
lowed by the whole company, and there
sure enough, in Mrs. Granger's dahlia bed
the dog was found buried! The dahlias
were all pulled up by the roots, and lay
willing and dying in the sun, and the dog
very much stAed in the work box, looked
sorry enough as he leaped out with bound
and howl
The sight was ITO much for the sensa-
tive Mrs. browne. She threw up her hands,
crying out
'Oh! gracious me I'm dying! Fare
well, Asa T. and fell back on the ground.
ooh, dear!" cried Mr.. browne, she's
dead she's had such spells for the last
seven years! The doctor said she'd die
sometime Help me carry her into the
house..
Aunt Peggy lent hand, ard the sense
less woman was deposited on the sofa.
"She's dead Alas she's dead !" moan.
ed Mr.. browne. Get the camphor, and
some hot lemonade, and some fannels
WTuHS OUT VI DOliiUg water
IF she's dead, guess the sooner she's
you have got rid of an awful great bur-
den, Brother browne; you'd ought to
thank the lord for it A wife that's been
seven years dying must be dreadful to
get along with | should have kept coffin
in the house all the time. Hand me the
shears! I'll take her hair off the first
thing you can sell it 20 the barber. It'll
make splendid waterfall for somebody!
The dead woman sprang to her feet, and
dived at Aunt Peggy.
" on ii have my hair off, will ye, You
old Jezebel! I'll have your n off first, see
if | don't" aud with that she grabbed
Aunt Peggy's false front, and peeled her
head quicker than Cherokee Indian could
have done it.
Aunt Feggy's danier rose. She seized
the broom and in less time than it takes
me to write it, she had driven every
browne about the premises, out Of doors.
And then she piled their baggage out after
them. There they sat on their trunks I'M
til Deacon Buckly of the other church
came along-when they told him their tale
Of wrong-and he took them home with
him.
The next day he was so anxious to for
ward them on their journey, that be car
ried them ten miles, and left them at the
house of another minister.
Of course the affair made great deal of
scandal in Brookviile, but some people
were sensible enough to commend Aunt
Peggy.
But Mr.. Granger is still keeping hotel,
and is well patronized by the travelling pub
lc you should happen to pass through
Brookvile, you will save a dollar or two by
stopping all night with MIR. Granger. He
won mind it he is used to it.