Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1870-04-23

chuckle. "Im much obliged for your
kindness. You can come back into the
sitting-room now.
what is the ?" asked the captain
quickly,
"Oh, she's mittened me, he he! he
Don't want to marry, Think she's salts
fed with her present condition. That is
what they all say, have asked dozen
or more, Don't any of them know what
is for their gooa,n
lyon don't tell me-" exclaimed Capt.
Hughes, with nndisguscd establishment.
she doesn't mean it, though. Women
never say yes at first. Ion mustn't think
of giving it up SO. Court her while
longer, and then ask heragain. That's my
advice"
"It'sa terrible Storm" said the old man,
looking from the window into the white
nothingness without. Then, after mo-
ments hesitation. he added, "If these good
people would only let me stay all night
think couid manage to drive my new
woke of oxen ahead of me tomorrow, and
break the roads Icouldn't get through
the drifts at all now"
you are qnite welcome, sir, respond
ed my aunt. "You will find IA place in
the barn dare say for your horses. Our
men folks are away. so you must wait up
on Yourself"
Captain Hughes proffcred his assistance
before going home. and the two men went
to extend the Inequalities of the stable to
the patient but half frozen animals.
While they We're thus employed, Dick
came home from school, and was not
slow in giving him an account of the ro-
mantle little episode.
Il wish you would stop your Cabling
about such nonsense said Miss Pecksntf,
in her snarling voice. as tcetered all her
mendng out of one of the kitchen chairs,
and Dick stepped on it while hanging up
his cap.
You may be sure that this man is
blessing in Disguise" responded Dick, 81
only wonder at his choice"
"Rebccca Trinidad, 90 into the other
room and stay there
1t was an order not to be disobeyed,
for no matter by what Whit of fortune
Miss Peeksnitf had been blown into the
seat of government, she was undoubtedly
there. So went muttering: "That is
what get for being small in stature. She
would not dare to speak to me in that way
fifteen There is Dick only three years
L.
room, and would not 90 if he was"
What is the matter?" asked Mrs.
Cricton, as | dropped into chair beside
her.
80, nothing much. wouldn't sew any
have beau"
never sh,,l forg,t ia, reproachful
look she cast upon me, as if she was try
ing to see clearly through a forest of sor
row.
"Rebecca, | think it would be much
nicer to be allowed to mind my own bust
ness"
1t seemed as iftea never would be ready,
Miss Pecksniff had her hands in the bis
cult at least an hour, before they were
ready for the oven. Dick was bringing in
wood for the night, and stopped after
every armful to condole with her because
Mr. Cantelope had been such big goose
as not to propose to her instead of Mrs.
Cric.on.
Il wouldn't marry him if he was made
of gold" she declared triumphantly, and
her shrill notes reached the comfortable
little party by the sitting room fire. saw
Aunt Deborah smiling.
You sit opposite Mr.. Cantelope," said
Dick, when we were ut last summoned to
our repast.
Mrs. Cricton sat next to me, and Dick |
beside Mr.. Cantelope. My uncle and
aunt occupied their respective ends of the
table, and Miss Pccksmff stood round and |
waited upon us, with her face looking as |
if it had been tied in double bow knot |
and wouldn't come straight again. After
blessing was asked, Dick passed the bread.
and the butter, and the pickles, and the
cold meat, and the doughnuts, to Cante-
lope. Aunt Deborah inquired after his
family.
81 have nobody just now but daugh
ter about the size of your Rebecca here
chow pitied her) She's well but wants
to 60 to the factory to live. My wife has
been dead nigh about year. and it's a
pretty lonesome life-"
Dick passed the doughnuts, and the
pickles, and the cold meat, and the butter, |
and the bread, and | pinched Mrs. Cric-
ton, but was sorry for it the next moment. |
Il have good kind of a house over in
Norton, and | am a first-rate proyider. l
always keeps barrel of pork in my cellar,
bin full of potatoes, and onions, and car
rots, etc. Then there is all the corn meal
and rye flour woman wants to use. No
body is ever scrimped-"
Dick passed the biscuit, the doughnuts,
the cold meat. the pickles. and the bread,
and the old gentleman, intent only upon
overwhelming those present with his in
valuable traits of character, allowed his
plate to overflow, and busted himself with
piling up the provisions in heaps for some
distance on the table, when he went on
illustrating =
Il furnish plenty of wood to keep one
fire always roaring | like good old-fash-
Toned fire places. They are much more
sociable than your black stoves, and save
candles, too. lam kind man; my wives
would all tell you that"
''How many have you had?" interrupted
Dick. holding the plate OF doughnuts for
Mr.. Cantelope to take his fifth.
Three. have been uncommonly i'll
fated in my conjugal relations. My first
took the consumption young. My second
had the heart disease, and was always all
ing. My third committed suicide
In trying to balance his last biscuit upon
a doughnut, Mr.. Cantelope failed and was
brought suddenly to realizing sense of
his greedness by the view before him. l