The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1877-10-04

alters a-talken on. No, Caroline there,
says he, sorft, sorft,' says he, an sech
jabber as that. He often 'ludes to Care
line, and to some other gal named loft
her given names Lois. And he's pro-
fame, too, and makes use of pooty bad
words. Herc1t-tonyum says he, one
day, so loud and fierce it gave me real
start; and there warnt nary thing to get
mad about, 'cept | showed the big pitcher
of new milk over to him stead O parsir
it perlite. | gin him a sarcer o batter
puddin one time, an he looked it al
over, and then he mumbled suthin about
its being nothin' but sorft paste. Paste
indeed, and made by Miss Gen'ra
Phelps own receipt! Las night
fetched in some cherries Jest off the tree
the Plunkit Reds, you know-an' they
locked real poorly on my best spriggec
chiny cake dish, and | set 'em down or
the table. Mister Chester he up anC
ketched up and most split 'em on the
| floor, looking as if he was aching fol
suthin to eat; but he set 'em right dowr
agin, and, says he, kinder silly, like al
idjut, / thought says he, they wa.
cauli-howers, but they're Jest that ever
lastin' Lois lofts / could "a slat 'en
at his head | was that madl"
! Now | had listened to the first part o.
Aunt Charry's story with a little per
plexity; but, as she proceeded, a light
broke upon my comprehension and grew
/ brighter and brighter to the end, when
at this climax and the old lady's insultet
offering of cherries were reached. / burs
into an uncomfortable fit of laughter.
Well, It's Gurus" said Aunt Charry
I'D larf too if | warnt kinder scary
about crates. He might set the houe.
atire, you know, or jab at some un witt
his file"
Rugged the dear old woman impuls
lively in the middle of the road, assured
| her that | knew no harm would come tx
her through her erratic guest, and ther
added:
Let me go home with you, aunty
and see this queer individual. But, fol
fear of frightening him in my character
of young lady from the city, let me be
village girl come in to help You
shall lend me an apron, my cambria
dress is no better than many waitres,
wears, and I'll play neat-handed Phillis
beautifully, as you shall see"
Law, now, Miss Janey, what be YOU
up to? You've got real wicked look
in your eyes for all the world like OLD
Maj. Johnny when he was goin' to cut III
some dido. What is it, deary?"
Nothing wicked, Aunt Charrv. Just
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have quiet laugh at Mr. w. @. Chester
/ and he none the worse for it, | assure
YOU" | was sincere in what said, but
a month of enforced quiet and of eager
longings for an an adventure to stir the
calm monotony of my life in Braytor
had somewhat demoralized me, and | for
got for the moment that it was scarcely
courteous to plan a practical joke upon q
stranger, even though he were, as sus
pected, trespassing upon my own favor
ite hunting ground.
Well, well, have it your own way
said Aunt Cherry. You're your mar
own child, and when Lyddy Burton sol
her mind on anythin', you couldn't
bulge her no more'n nothin'."
Then don't try to bulge me auntv
but do as [ say, please. And, in the first
place you must not call me Miss Janey
again tonight, but Jane for Pm youi
hired help, please, mum. And now
Just stop one minute at DR.. Harris, foi
| have an errand there"
Mrs. Harris, wife of the village doctor
was gentle, refined woman, who foI
weary months and years had lain a pa.
tlent sufferer i'll her pleasant room
Every one loved her, and her chamber
was filled with things of beauty meant
to be joys forever to its dear occupant
Pictures, flowers, fruit, and books filled
the apartment, and even some choice
bits of pottery and porcelain adorned
the shelves. | myself, when travelling
with Uncle George, in Europe, a year
before, had remembered the invalid, and
gathered up for her some choice little
pieces of old Dresden, Wedgewood and
Worcester. Other journeying friends
had also brought from their piIgrimages
similar ceramic souvenirs, 50 that now
Mrs. Harris possessed really creditable
little collection. Leaving aunt Charrv
outside, | ran lightly up stairs to the off
visited room-somehow | never entered
it without thinking of the words in the
Pilgrims Progress: "The Pilgrim they
laid in a large, upper chamber, facing
the SURPRISING; the name of the chamber
was Peace"
After greeting warmly the pale, sweet
woman, whose smile was always lii e sun
shine, said
Dear Mrs. Harris, can stay but a
minute. Will you lend me something
without my explaining why | want il?
I'll tell you the story tomorrow"
| knew what the result of my appeal
would be, and scarcely waiting for the
ready response, packed carefully in
papers some precious articles and ran
down to Aunt Charry and Dolly.
len minutes more, and we Were at our
destination-a pleasant old place known
Tor miles around as the" Burdick Farm"
The boarder was invisible, and | fancied
MN IN his own room, porting over a mys-
FERROUS little book ''full of scribble-
scrab5les and criss-crosses and the out
landishest stuff" which his hostess told
me he was addicted to the use of. |
donned white apron, and assisted in
the preparation of the evening meal. |
also gave Mrs. Burdick a few simple
hints as to my plan of operations, that
she might not be startled or taken una
wares. Then | took my place with fold
ed hands and demure countenance be-
hind Aunt Charry's chair, and awaited
the guest, who had been summoned bv
the shrill-toned bell
he came promptly-a tall man of fifty
or Whereabouts, with decided stoop, a
bald head, and an excessively shy, ner-
yous manner. He seated himself with
out seeming to notice the new waitress.
which sign of abstraction did not pre-
possess me in his favor. Aunt Charrv
poured out cup of fragrant coffee, and
| carried it to Mr.. Chester. AsI placed
it on the table, he started uttered an ex
clamation, and then hastily but carefully
lifting the cup he placed it on his plate.
and then reversed the saucer. Looking
IN bewildered manner at the mark (Au
gustus Rex, his face flushed. and he ut
tered words which his hostess evidently
thought meaningless rawlings: " Kings
period superb decoration" ] had re-