Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, D.T. [N.D.]) 1875-1878, 1877-05-09

"Wa'al, Samual,'' began Miss Jerusha,
"Yer've got two fine, likely gals; they'd
oughter help their mar sight in doin'
homework and sich. It must take pow
erful heap O work to keep all them fus-
sins clean"-with an admiring, rather
awe-struck glance about the room. Then
she went on: "Is them all the children
you've got, Mariars
| Mrs Fenton answered that she had two
more, son and little daughter. Mabel
offered to send for her little sister, think
ing that 4 child might make converse
easier but Miss Jerusha answered with
Isuch evident alarm and disre!ish, "For
laws sake, no! can't bear children
that she drew back, offended. Mrs. Fen
ton looked annoyed; but Miss Jerusha,
unabashed, began to complain Of the awful
drought up in their place, while an awful
tsilence fell upon the rest.
A quick, light ring made the girls start
and fervently hope that it was not Mr..
|Vanderpool-I am sure for the first time
in their lives. To have Mr.. Vanderpool
[ofall beings in the world, see this dread
full relative-Mr. Vanderpool whose father
belonged to the Oldest of KnickerbOcker
families, and whose mother was an F. F.
w.; who was so fastidious and refined
himself! It took only few seconds for
this to rush through their brains, when in
lMr. Vanderpool walked. He was greet
ed in rather an embarrassed manner by
them all, and inveigled into seat as far
as possibler from Miss Jerusha, on pre-
tense of its being cooler by the window.
l D.,k h. IS3~ to h 1oft
in the backgrounds got up from her
[chair and stalked over to the group.
tcsWho is this young man| she blandly
inquired, indicating MIR. Vanderpool with
her cotton forefnger.
Mabel, with very red face, introduced
'sMiss Hevington, . mentally grateful that
the name wasn't Mulkins or Snooks.
Mr. Vanderpool made an astonished
bow, but Miss Jerusha held out her hand
and gave his an unmerciful grip, exclaim-
ing heartily, "I'm real glad to meet yer,
mister. But see here, sis'-to Mabel
81 amt ashamed of bein' your cousin
yer might hev interdooced me as sich."
Then ordering MIR. Vande-pool s'to set
down on the sofy,' she took her place be-
side him when he had obeyed.
oval, now, didn't 'spect to see sich
a fine young feller the fust night come
"a beau O yourn, l s'pose?" she said to
Mabel, in loud voice.
Mabel wished that the earth would
swallow some one Of the party. 'f'@,
"Wa'l yer needn't git SO ALFRED red !;
yer amt got no call to be ashamed O him;
he seems nice nuff kind O. young man."
Mabel felt the cold shivers running up
and down her back, and thought she
knew the meaning of purgatory now.
Miss Jerusha. quite blissful, turned to
Mr.. Vanderpool, and put some searching
questions with regard to his. .'strade." Mr..
Vanderpool politely answered that he was
studying for the bar.
ssHum! bartender; I shouldn't hev
thought it, was Miss Jerusha's comment.
| The girls sat shuddering, and wonder
ing what was coming next. Mr.. and Mrs.
Fenton were holding council of war in
the back parlor.
Miss Jerusha was silent for the space Of
three minutes, gazing upon Mr.. Wander
pool with such ardent admiration that he
began to feel nervous.
I "You're awful like Linus Swineield!"
she exclaimed at length-"the tust beau
I ever he'd. knowed him when we went
to the deestrict school. They useter call
him Piggy then, and none o the gals
could bear the sight O. him, and when he
was growed up was the only one who'd
20 to prayer meetin' with him. My stars!
but he was powerful like you. He'd jest
the same kinder two-colored hail, and
kinder Witty blue eyes. l was awful fond
O him." She sighed and edged little
nearer the now thoroughly uncomfortable
Mr.. Vanderpool; then she sighed again
and edged still nearer. "You're dreadful
like him. she said, and buried her face
liz big handkerchief, and, groaning,
| moved nearer still; another groan, aroth-
er sigh and groan wedged Mr.. Wander
pool against sharp corner of the sofa.
He, somewhat alarmed, tried to get up,
when Mis- Jerusha, with spasmodic twitch
es all over her face, threw her arms around
his neck, exclaiming convulsively, "My
dear, dear boy"
Mr.. Vauderpool Indignantly struggled
to re ease himself, but the clinging arms
| refused to be unlocked. Mable and Flor
ence stood wringing their hands in &c
| the rescue, and in the scufae that ensued,
off came the poke-bonnet and green veil,
carrying with them the spectacles and
gray nalr-and tHere was AoHl Sniy
brown head confessed.
ooh, Tom, you dreadful boy! cried
the girls, as Tom sank down on the sofa
shouting and shaking with laughter.
It took about the space of lightning
flash for them to grasp the situution, and
such peals of laughter rang through the
rooms that it is wonder the neighbor-
hood was not reused; but then it was
hearty rather than noisy, and that makes
wondrous difference.
Tom, with many chokes ard roars, told
how he had managed, winding up with:
'.Nurse, and cook and old Tim acted
like regular trumps- How [ did fool you
all! but by Joye, thought | was gone
when Man wanted to send up for Dot;