The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1871-06-09

to life again in this heated air?'
30 dear no, that is quite a mis-
take," replied Aunt Sue, facing
lround upon him. "Figuier entirely
contradicts that notion. He says
"Madame, 1 do not know who
Yigger may be, nor do i care what
he says" interrupted the old gentle
man. Gall I say is that the hornets
are there. If you do not credit my
word, you have only to look into
that hole" and he pointed with his
finger at the great gray nest.
"Well, that is lucky" cried Aunt
Sue, cheerfully. Il was just wish
ing for an insect to examine in con-
nection with the book. Thank you,
Sir. You see he is quite dead" ex-
tracing the hornet with a pencil
point, and holding it up triumphant
ly. "Figuer was right"
The old gentleman, with deep of
Tense, rose and changed his seat fo1
one at a distance. Little recked
Aunt Sue, deep in the study Of the
hornets; nor did she look up until
the conductor appeared, and it be-
came necessary to produce the
Through ticket" and have the first
strip torn from its complicated fold
ings.
"The river" reached, it became
necessary to transfer her impedi-
ments to another car.
Assistance was volunteered by a
gentleman near by, and accepted, as
a matter of course. Good looking
and well dressed maiden ladies tray
cling by themselves, rarely lack this
sort of offer, and our maiden lady
was unusually good looking. Tall,
commanding, with bright black eyes
and cheeks whose roses, sound health
and hygienic living rendered peren-
NAL in bloom, with a thirst for facts
and a certain frank and kindly ease
of manner, which pleasantly sugges
ted both Boston and Chicago, Aun
Sue, wherever she went attracted
notice, and fair share of admira
ton; and as she herself would have
phrased it. providence always
sent man to carry her bundles.''-
Providence was no less kind than
usual on this location. Bag, um.
brella, shawl, books, were safely
transferred, and with a cordial smile
of thanks, she repointed her pencil
and prepared for day after her own
heart, for digesting the "lnseci
World' at leisure, noting her fellow
travellers and their peculiarities, and
sweetening fact by an occasional
sugar plum from the latest poet.
The entrance Of fconductor No.
disturbed her reverie. She felt fol
her purse, and jumped up aghast.
Conductor, have dropped my
purse in the second car behind this
my purse, with all my tickets in it,
Is there time to go back and get
itT
"No, ma'am, there's not. That car
switched off for Boston five minutes
ago."
''The purse was lying on my lap
1t must have fallen when 1 rose to
change cars. What can 1 do? Could
1 telegraph?-But 1 haven't the
money to pay for the telegraph"
''No matter for that, ma'am." said
the conductor, politely; cpl tele-
graph, and the answer will reach you
at Exeter. I'm afraid, though, come
body else will have picked the purse
up, before the conductor on the up
train gets the message"
What did he say2' inquired the
old woman across the isle, as the con-
ductor moved on. ''Was he hash
with you, or did he act cleverY'
"The conductor ?" said Aunt Sue,
in her grandest tone. "Most kind
and courteous, People alwtys are" "
By way of stemming the tide ofpop-
ular sympathy which seemed likely
to set in, she opened her book and
began to read.
1T was very provoking" said her
inward thoughts. "How those girls
will laugh at me! l wish 1 could re-
collect how much there was in the
purse" and she entered into mental
calculation. Which left her widely
astray of the real sum. Figures were
not Aunt Sues strong point.
"Ten-twelve-ffteen dollars it
must be" she thought. "Tm glad
it's no more; but, to be sure, a good
many nice things can be got for
that" She began to think them over,
until what with subscriptions to
magazines, donations to one thing
and another, and the purchase of
carbon photographs, chromos, wood
carvings, and what not, the fifteen
dollars had been made to do the
wark of fifty, and was growing cor
respondingly important in its own
er's eyes. Exeter reached, the con
ductor returned.
mo message, ,ma'am. 1 leave the
road here, but I've telegraphed to
have thep urse sent on if it is found;
and if you'll give me your address,
I'll see that itreaches you safely"
So the address was written, and
pretty soon the conductor appeared
one more.
"Here is a paper, ma'am, for you
to show to the other conductors.
1 guess it will take you along as far
Springfield, but after that 1 have
no influence, and you'll have to
for yourself. You under
stand?''
''Yes, and thank you a thousand
times" murmured Aunt Sue, eX-
presiyely; and she said to her
self, "If that mans hair had been
dark he would never have exerted
himself in this way. It's a perfect
confirmation of my theory, and 1
shall write to Dora about it the mo-
ment 1 get home"
Now, Aunt Sues theory was that
light haired men are always attracted
and drawn out by dark haired women,
and Uice UerSa. She had clung to it
under many discouragements, and
on the present occasion found a GER
tain satisfaction in the opportunity
afforded, of testing its correctness.
"Not that it needs proof" she
thought. Haven't I tried it over
a hundred timesP'
The paper was a sort of a circu-
lar. address to whom If nirht CON