The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1877-01-25

pretty head. When does your uncle want
to see me?"
"Well, think you had better look in
this evening. He's very much excited
about the business, and the sooner you
see him the BETTER" said the sage young
lady, who certainly deserved Toms
praise.
And then the lovers continued their
walk: but, as their conversation was as
idiOtic as all talk is under similar circum-
stances, it need not be reported, and we
may pass on to the interview in the even.
ing:
Mr. jeremiah Bollop was seated in his
armchair after dinner, engaged in the
steady consumption of port wine. But,
however gratifying to the palate might
be the liquor he was imbibing, it was
plain that it did not exercise tranquil
izing influence on his nervous system, for
no one, as far as outward appearances
went, could look in worse temper.
| Mr.. BOllop-Or, as his friends called
him, Jerry Bollop-was a portly man of
about sixty, strong and hale in appear.
ance, with a nose and countenance which
locked all the more rubicund in contrast
with his snow-white hair. He was very
irascible, and when we find him sitting at
his dessert his mental thermometer is at
boiling point.
If a man is in passion, port wine is
not exactly the stuff to allay his rage.
And as he tossed off glass after glass Jerry
grew more and more irate, and his coun-
tenance shone like the sun in fog, until
he resembled semi-intoxicated volcano,
ready to favor the world with violent
eruption at any moment.
/ H.. s,, IL nr
was announced. Lindsay had no sooner
made his appearance than Bollop, throw
ing a letter to him, reared out, "Sit
down; help yourself and then read that,
| and tell me if it isn't enough to make a
man swear
Tom die as he was told and read the
letter. 1t was from the Hon. Ferdinand
Flittertip in answer apparently to one of
| Bollop's, pointing out in vivid co)Ors the
disadvantages of Raeburn. The Hon.
| Ferdinand, writing in the blandest man.
ner possible, said he would soon have the
drains put right, and added that he dotted
| on ghosts, they were so romantic; SO it
was evident BOllOp had played his best
cards and made nothing by them. Mr..
Flittertip further said that he should
arrive on certain day and look over the
place.
pretty COOL" said Tom. returning the
epistle.
Pretty cool!' shouted Bollop, nearly
swallowing a wine glass in his rage; Il
call it freezing-below zero-bursting the
bulb of any thermometer that ever was
made! He's perfect refrigerator! Don't
l give him good reasons why he shouldn' It
take the house, and still he persists in
doing so?''
at is aggravating," said Tom, sympa-
thetically.
Aggravating; it's raw, a blister.
What am l to do? The mans mad"
The last.word gave DIR. Tom an idea.
He said:
'.You want to get rid of this man, Mr..
Bollop?"
"Of course do.''
! Every well, l think l can manage it
for you," said Tom.
"Can you! I shall be eternally. CRATE
| full, and you shall have anything it is in
my power to give you if you do it," said
Bollop.
"That's bargain" Tom said. eff
disgust .Flittertip with the place you will
give your consent to my marrying Rose
Rose" said Bollop, taken aback.
You're sharp, young man, but I've
given my word, and I'll stick to it. Rose
is yours if Flitertip is vanquished."
They had long consultation, which
we may pass over, and come to Filter
tips arrival.
1t was fine morning, the sun shone
brightly ON Raeburn House, making the
large garden show to the best advantage,
when the Hon. Ferdinand Flittertip and
his wife drove up to the door. A servant
came out to attend them, and as they de-
seconded from the carriage curious APP
partition showed itself on the lawn.
1t looked in the distance like stout
gray-haired gentleman arrayed in parti-
colored garments, with large bouquet in
his button.hole, and crowned with a fam
tastically arranged wreath of flowers.
This creature was executing pas seut
among the geraniums, and occasionally
emitting snatches of song. Flittertip and
his wife gazed in bewilderment at this
strange figure as it waltzed away and was
finally lost in the shrubbery, and they
were just about to put some questions to
the servant when Tom Lindsay appeared
at the door of the house.
1.-THE Hon. Mr.. Flittertip, presume"
said Tom, politely. II must introduce
myself. l am DR.. Lindsay, resident
here; and as my friend, Mr.. Bollop, is
slightly indisposed he has asked me to
show you over the house."
Flittertip, who was dandificd elderly
man, with very affected manner, bowed
politely and expressed his thanks, and the
party went into the house. Both he and
his wife had been very much puzzled by
the apparition witnessed on their arrival,
but they said nothing.
DIR. Tom was a conscientious cicerOne,
and showed them all over the house. He
also pointed out the beauties of the view
from several of the windows, and when he
did SO, Flittertip was almost certain he
saw the figure which had appeared upon
the lawn, dancing somewhere in the dis
lance.
After they had made the tour of the
house, they preceded to explore the
garden and park. At one extremity of
| the latter was a wall which divided Rae
burn grounds from the little bit of land
and the house on it, which belonged to old
| Bollop. And as they approached this
| place Flittertip and his wife received a
shock which brought them down as if
they had been shot.
Tom Lindsay was just saying g That,
Mr.. Flittertip, is Mr.. Bollop's house, with
about an acre of ground belongings it,"
when the figure Flittertip had seen on the
lawn darted up from behind the wall,
looking more maniacal than ever, with
the wreath over one eye and basket on
one arm filled apparently with flowers,
apples and tomatoes, with which it COM
menced to pelt the paralyzed Flittertip
and his companions.
"Good gracious!' stammered Filter
| tip, "whO is that, DR.. Lindsay" while
Mrs. F. fairly took to her heels and fed,
the figure on the wall skillfully landing a
ripe tomato on the small of her back as
she scuttled off.
"If you will come away, Mr.. Filter
tip" said Tom, who did not offer, howev-
er, to move himself l will endeavor to
explain
"Bleed him, doctor! bleed him."
shrieked the figure on the wall. That's
what he wants p and dexterously thrown
apple caught Flittertip on the nose, at
which he turned and ran off like his
wife, DR.. Tom following, after exchanging
| n confidential wink with tho WOO ror ~ tho