The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1876-03-03

the meadow, Flutterby?" asked Brown,
jerking his wounded thumb over his
shoulder in the direction Of the clothes
line.
"Keziah Kinyon, sir"
"Does she take in washing?"
Yes, sir but ---E
Never mind the charge, Flutterby,"
interrupted the gentleman. "Give her
mine, and tell Flanaghan to go Toto go
TO-
To we'll ordered Benedict the seren-
ity that accompanied Brown to his couch
that night would seem slightly absurd;
but to have suppressed Flana-
CHAN was greater victory to this mis-
cradle bachelor than would have been
the Staying of any nun.ber of matri-
monial cats. and the clothes basket was
demon exercised until its reappearnance
on the following week-whereupon his
satisfaction was complete-not button
missing, not tape broken, not button
hole slitted, not blistered shirt bosom
socks, callers, caffs and kerchiefs all In
tact, and not speck or streak on the
whole boiling!
Brown was in ecstacIes. He executed
damsc de, joie around the basket, shook
hands with an imaginary Flanagnan in
token of forgiveness, and as on former
occasion rang the bell.
Enter Flutte-by, purple with haste,
and painting with desire to express her
opinion of gentlemen as couldn't be
suited"
as Kezah Kinyon single, Flutterby?"
asked the gentleman.
Yes, Mister Brolon" with much dig
nity).
Is she young?"
"Yes, but there Is
That will do, Mrs. Fiutterby with
decision )-"that is all l desire to learn Of
the person. She can wash"
Later that afternoon bachelor
Brown Stood hat in hand,
Changing the brass knocker OF
the gable-roofed house for admission. A
lady of some fifty summers swung open
the door so theoretically as to send the
visitors tile from his nervous grasp
spinning in drunken way over the
sward, and STOPPING to recover it,
Brown caught sight of a pair of pruneila
buskins poised almost belligerently upon
the door sill
Once more he advanced, but some
what hesitatingly, and with his ut
most grace of manner inquired for Miss
kezlah kinyon.
THAT is my name, sir" said the lady
in the buskins, in thin, rasping voice
that ran down the inquirers back like
chill.
Brown was taken aback; nay, he was
COMPOUNDED, and he hesitated.
81 am Miss Keziah Kinyon, sir" re-
peated the Anticipated damsel, IN tones
Slightly accented and acidulous.
1t is the province of circumstances to
breed confusion. None of us who know
Brown have ever considered him diff
dent man, but at this moment he was
overwhelmed; he could not rise to the
occasion, and stamerlng out something
unintellgible about mistakes, strobe
back across that strip of Fordham
meadow to the dwelling of the ''relict of
the late lamented Flutterby," AID rush
into her mournful presence, began ex-
citedly:
'Damme, madame; what did you
mean by telling me that Keziah Kin
yoa was young?'
Il meant that she IS young, sir-that
is what | meant" answered Flutterby,
briding Indignantly.
"Egad, you'll be passing yourself tor
chicken nextr said Brown, with grim
sarcasm written all over his face.
A knock at the door interrupted at this
iuncture, and the much disconnected
FIutterby, turning the knob, was con-
fronted bv a girl with a delicate oval
face. shy brown eyes, and wild rose
complexion, who at once said:
Mrs. Flutterpy, here are the socks be-
longing TO the gentleman 5 wash; they
were not raended when the rest were
sent" and then with modest bow with
drew.
Brown rushed to the window, jerked
the curtain off the pulley down upon his
devoted head, and extracated himself
from the folds thereof in time to see II
trim little figure, clad in sprlgged mus
lin gown. vanishing in the direction Of
the gabled meadow house.
May have the distinguished honor
of knowing the name of that lady, Mrs.
Flutterby?' he asked, in his most elabor-
ately exasperating manner, after satisfy
inc himself that the last square inch of
that sprigged muslin had disappeared
from view.
TO be certainly, SRI pride myself
on ALWAYS giving a civil answer to civil
question: do" said the iratc FIutterby,
That is Keziah Kinyon-Miss keziah
Kinyons niece, and the young woman as
does your washing, sir.'
"Whv in the name of the sacred COW
didn't you tell me there were two of
themI
al tried to tell you twice and you
wouldn't listen
"lave the kindness to hold your
tongue Flutterby, I've made great ass
of myself. Do you understand, Mrs.
Flutterby-Ive made an ass of myself!
(which is 10 more than could be e1-
pected of a gentleman rs uses the Ian
guage YOU do in addressing a Christian
woman, and she widow
teg no one will become prejudiced
against Brown by this little ebaliition,
because if he has somewhat of a temper
no man can mount the stool OF repent
ance more gracefully, and upon this &C.
casion. having made his peace with Flut-
terby, this is the story IN brief she told
him.
"The two hcziah's were the daughter
and sister of Il certain visionary DR..
Kinvon. who, dying, left nothing TO
ward the maintenance of the two de-
pendent female members of his family,
excep, the gable-roofed house and its
strip of meadow land With the hope OF
keeping the old house over their heads,
Keziah, the younger, sought and Oh
tanned position in one of the public
schools. and there taught until driven
from the combining routine by a
l.