Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1871-03-11

and cIosetings. First Il was Kate and
Uncle Roger in the library; then It was
Kate and Aunt Penthesilea In the lat
ter's chamber; and again it was Kate
and the kitchen maid In the pantry.
Reginal Warton called once, but Kate
could only spare him half an hour.
The eventfuI night came. Uncle
Roger began to yaWn q full hour be :
fore his time. And what was still
stranger, Aunt Penthesilea, the wake
fullest of women, at eight o'clock was
nOdding In her chair. At hall past,
Uncle Roger proposed retiring. Aunt
Penthesilea kissed Kate and led the
way. Uncle Roger followed suit.
"What's that?'' said Uncle Roge,,
starting from a pretended sleep, at ths
sound ofa peculiar whistle, somewhere
near midnight.
"0nly the wind" said Aunt Pen
thesilea, turning over and stuffing the
blanket into her mouth.
Uncle Roger had horror of burg.
lars; but he had rather the house had
been robbed twenty times that aiIlt
than have raised an alarm.
"What's that?" exclaimed Aunt
Penthesilea, an hour later, as the n at
frightful 'nlidosO!n p that ever split the
throat Of mortal tomcat, walled out
upon the night.
"Only the cat" said uncle Roger,
shaking with asuppressed chuckle In
way that made Aunt Penthesilea
think he had been taken with q chill.
She offered to go and get the Number
Six, but Urcle Roger said he felt better.
For people that had gone to bed
sleepy, Uncle and Aunt Pennydip pass
ed very restless night. At breakfast
neither took any notice Of Kate's alb
sence. 1t seemed to be taken for grant,
ed She was a late riser at best. But
when ten, eleven and twelve O'Clock
came, and no Kate, it was a little as.
tonishing-at least 1t would have SEEM
ed so to one not In the secret-the cool
indifference with which the circum-
stance was overlooked. Uncle Penny.
dip dived into the newspaper, and
Aunt Pennydip into her knitting.
At half past twelve, sound Of
wheels was heard. 1t ceased in front
of the house. Uncle Pennydip dived
still deeper into the paper and Aunt
Pc nydip's fingers flew like lightning
The door-bell rang, and Bridget ran t
ansN er it. A quick patter of footsteps
and n rushed Kate, and-not th.
Squlre-not Mr., Poplin-you'd nevel
guess who-folloNtHg after; it wa.
Reginald Warton, cNking happy as {
king and silly as u fCoi
Uncle Pennydip was spceehless.
Aunt Pennydip wasn't sex for
bade
"Kate Kimberly!n she screamed.
"Not Kate Kimberly noW-Kat
Warton, aunty dear Allow me to pre-
sent my husband
, Aunt Pennydip di,'p't drop off in
fit. Fits couldn't do Justice to the su
; ject. She only held up her hand an
, exclaimed;
q Lands sake!"
! Uncle Pennydip groaned.
"It'll be all the better for the Socie
v ty," suggested Kate.
! Bother the Societyn snapped AuI
! PenDydip.
Something very naughty "the Socit
a typ growled Uncle Pennydip.
! "Any how, It's q mercy ii WASH
5 that fusty old bach. LEG Poplinn sal
Aunt Pennydip.
E "Nor that pompous ass, the Squire!
retorted Uncle Pennydip
+ And then came hugging and kissin
and whimpering and forgiveness.
Mr.. Poplin and the squire had bee
punctual to their respective appoint
ments; and each had gone away III
contented-recipient of note from th
hands of Bridget. The notes were du
! plicates, and ran thus:
Come to morrow at two. You will find ul
, Gle and aunt perfectly, y,agreed.
How Kate keptA little appointmeI
of her own has sufficiently appeared.
The gentlemen invited to call
two" didn't come. They had heard Il
news before that.
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