The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1875-08-06

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dresser, with my water proof cloak
around me, and rag-bag under my
head 7; try to bear up this one night
night longer. After all, it is worth it. ;"
Mark my words" said Charlie, from
the window-sill, with his big overcoat
for pillow" mark my words, Hetty /;
you'll never get anything but rudeness
from that old fellow"
''And mark my words, Charlie" L
said "this will happen. After we've
struggled on, perhaps to middle age, and
begin to feel as though we should always
be poor, one day-you know he's seventy
now-Uncle Buncle will leave this world
for better.
"I don't know" said Charlie, doubt
fully.
"And we, / went on, "will be sor-
ry. But nevertheless-"
"No humbug, Hetty," said Charlie.
81 shall be sorry" said !; but new
ertheless We'll not grieve bitterly, of
course.
"Of course not" said Charlie.
"And we'll sit talking over the news,
when some one will inquire for you and
being shown in will prove to be Uncle
Buncle's lawyer, who will say, Sir, it is
my duty to inform you that my lament
ed client, Mr.. Bunc'e, prior to his de-
cease, Tsigned will which leaves all his
fortune to your wife, his niece"
There l paused.
"What is that 2" cried Charlie.
"Oh, what is it," echoed.
"Help!" screamed Uncle Buncle's
voice. Fire Murder ! Help ! help !"
"Oh Police !" screamed Mrs Jones.
Somebody somebody !" cried Mrs.
Brown.
Cousin Charlie - screamed Cousin
Clarissa from the sofa, "your poor I'm
Gle Buncle is being murdered ~
"Ow ow Oo-o-w!" cried Miranda
Jane from the store-room.
And above it all we heard souud as
of many waters.
"That is it love9" I asked. "What
can have happened"
What confounded pipe has burst
again 2" said Charlie, "and Uncle Bun
Gle is drowning in the bathroom 7"
In moment L comprehended it all.
The Barley Hillites were proud of hav-
ing good provision of water from Bar
ley River throughout the town. But
the arrangements for supply had not
been of the first order, and the conse-
quence was that every house had been
flooded in turn, that the main street had
been inundated twice, and the reservoir
burst as oten. At this unfortunate mo-
ment, when Uncle Buncle reposed in the
deceitful arms of the bath, without an
idea of his danger, the pipe above his
head had given way, and the flood of
water poured itself out upon him. The
door was locked inside. We heard him
sputtering and swearing. In our agita-
ton, we could do nothing but pound
upon the panels, and implore him to
come out.
At last he appeared, wrapped in a
drenched dressing gown, scowling,
stamping, bowling, half mad with rage,
and shivering with cold, snatched a
lamp from my hand, and dived into the
room again. We heard the bed go flop
into the water we heard the pillows
follow it. Our deception was discov-
cred.
"By George !" yelled Uncle Buncle
in the voice of sea captain in q storm
I" BY George they've put me to sleep
III a. Dulll
From that time until he stepped into
the train next morning, he vouchsated
us no other word. And from that time
we never saw or heard of him again.
When he died, however, we were unex-
pectedly summoned 10 the reading of his
will, as being parties mentioned therein.
We went. The will left the bulk of the
property to a hospital and we were
mentioned thus:
Aud 1 desire it to be known by all interest
ed, that this will which ]. being in my right
mind, have signed and attested, makes null and
void former one in which l had made my
niece, Mrs Hetty Hope, born Hopkins, my sole
heiress. The reasons for her disinheutance
being these: Firstly she did for weeks
time disrespectfully, ungratefully, indecenty,
and by infamous deception, cause me to sleep
i'm bath, to the great detriment Of my health
and nervous system and secondly, she proved
her extravagance by wearing on ordinary occa-
sions, and while occupied at household work
certain tortoise shell comb which | presented
10 her, and which the late Mrs. Buncle pat
tern woman in every respect. never wore save
at weddings and funerals. In consequence, 7
bequeath to the same Mrs. Hetty Hope, born
Hopkins only the expression Of my indigna-
ton"