The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1876-04-06

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and d'contradicts hiss i twenty time.
a day. The fence was broken dowr
and nobody did it l caught that
Joe six yards from the smashed for
cling frame. He'd been doing moth
ing and couldn't have done it The
cats were tied together over the
clothes line, and fit till they clawet
each other up. Nobody didit. They
must have been born that way ant
grown up in kind of a siamesc
twin style, and nobody knew it. II
beats me all to smash"
The farmer went out, still ponder
ing the problem. He was an educa
ted man, who took some pride in his
education, and didn't like to give il
up all at once, so he. thought he'd
wait further developments. To un'
derstand how the matter puzzled him
it is necessary to oexplain that though
occasionally somewhat high temper,
ed, he was, when left alone, rather 4
mild man, with II great deal of open
simplicity, and an instructive love Of
truth, He always had an idea that
telling lie was punishment of it
self. Hencverdidit t,andi it wouldhave
have occurred to him, until it was
forced upon his notice, that anybody
would rather lie than bear the blame
of u fault. His own honesty made
him unsuspicious and confding, es-
pccially in the unsophisticatcd limo,
cenco of the rising generation. His
great fault was that when anything
him he was in the habit Of
falling into a reycrie over it, and
then vanish mildness, and woe be
tide The individ1Al Wlo Eenturcd to
break in upon him.
He went out, it had been said, his
mind "still next Bermoothes," and
his eyes troubled and dangerous
On reaching the stable door he spicd
the houscmaid Sue rushing out with
flushed fitce, then turning and creep
ing back on tip-toe. On seeing him
she blushed scarlet but tried to look
demuro.
"What are you doing here, suc?"
Nothing, sir"
"Whos with you?"
"With me? Nobody, sir"
"Hum, That's strange. The same
old story. Nothing, nobody. All!
You here, Joe! What's brought you
over so carly?'
"Oh, nothing!"
81 see. You two are helping each
other. Takes two to do nothing, eh,
Sue? And this is Mr.. Nobody, ch?-
| call that more funny than civil
but perhaps, he's used to it, and |
don't know that you're so far wrong
after all"
With which growl he passed into
the stable. He went TO where his
own horse was stalled, and turned in
evident displcasurc to the saddle
rack to find cause for an access to
wrath.
"Dick! Dick!! where are your
Where have you been, and what are
you doing?"
Nowhere, nothing, sir"
$50 there's been three of those pre-
cious youngsters at that job this
Well, l don't wonder they
want company, at least | always ha.
ted doing nothing alone when l was
young"
Then aloud;
"Who had my horse out%
"Nobody, sir"
"Thcn what's the matter with his
feet, and what's wrong with the har.
ncss?'
"No- othing, sir"
Nothing? Can't | see, you infer.
nal idiot2 DO you suppose | am
blind, or mad, or what? Can't | tell
that his feet are sore, and that two
straps aro brokon?'
He eyed the youngsters for u mo-
mcnt with wrathful scorn, and then
left, rclapsing into his rcvcrio
Wonderful, positively wonderful
I've no doubt in the world that that
horse put on the saddle himself and
the stable door without q
key, and won't off for o solitary gal
lop by moonlight. It's the most ox
tr0ordinOry case of instinct ] ever