Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1877-07-25

Ni.', II t'at sluth up 100 l want
TO know Lemme give it II wipe" and
| attempted 10 take it.
No, no, no" cried Mr.. Chester.
frantically. You must not. YOU shall
not
Highly tightly exclaimed Aunt
Charry, what IN airth is the matter :?
Stop, Miss mean Jane-don't work
him up, don't rouse him y
AT that instant the roll of wheels
was heard, and a sudden thought seiz-
ing me, left the pickle dish, and went
out of the room. did not return for
some fifteen minutes, and when went
back into the supper-room it was to
{ find the hoarder sitting at the window,
but with an eye upon the table rs if he
/ feared another accident, and meant to
guard the cream-warc dish
Well, if hain't had Il season, /
said, painting with fatigue Job Peck
ham. the peddler, he came roun' for
rags an bottles an things, an told
/ him You said might trade off the old
crockery for tlnware, an | had to climb
up To the toppest shelf an Git down all
I the" old stuff, an I'm all dust an dirt.
But got two new dippers an some
mlNln pans an pie plates an a milk
pail, an. got rid o all them old bowls
an the pitchers with them horrid black
pictcrs on EN-, an the blue plates
an platters, an the big posy jars that
took up SO much room" paused
for our guests aspect was really alarm
ing. He had sprung TO his feet his
face was flushed, the VEINS stood out
upon his forehead, and he looked al
most apoplectic
Where is that peddler?" he thun-
dered, losing i'll his horror and indig-
nation. his natural nervous diilidence
Quick, girl, tell me this instant, ,cl0c
is that peCtdter?'
| was little frightened, | must con
fess, at the spirit had invoked; but |
answered, little sulkily, He's on the
road to Welltield now, and good ways
on, too, for he said he was late, an he
went like streak o lightnin'.'
Out of the room, out Of the hail. out
of the front door, hatless, with scanty
locks flying in the evening breeze,
dashed our guest. In vain, rcpcntant
and remorscful, | called to him to re-
turn. He was quickly out Of sight and
hearing. | turned to Aunt Charry.
For the first time in all the years | had
known her, the dear old woman looked
at me severely and with disapproval.
Now you've done it, Jane Forsythe "
she said; and you hadn't oughtcr.
Jokes is jokes; but he's old enough to
be your par, an he'll run hisself into
a sweat an get his death o cold.
I'm sorry, Aunt Charry-oh, ! am
sorry Don't be angry. I'll make it
all right; I'll tell him the whole truth. y
At that moment | spied DR.. Harris
driving by in his gig, and rushing to the
door, called him. He drew up, start
led by my quick call and excited look.
why, what's this, Janey? Any
one sick ~
:" No, no. But please take me in;
do, dear doctor, and drive down toward
Welield." | sprang in even rs
spoke, and rs we drove rapidly down
the road, made, as well as | was able,
Il hurried confession of my sins. The
doctor smiled grimly. you ought to
be scolded, child, " he said; butt
went To school with your mother and
played hooky with her too many
times to bc very hard on her daughter
for taking after her. =" ] pressed closer
to the good doctors side, glad to be for
given by somebody, and we rode ON.
1t was not long before we saw our wan
dcrer. He was surrounded by II group
of children, who stared wonderingly ut
his bare head and red face as he ques-
toned them eagerly. =" Hain't seen no
peddlcr," "Don't know job Peckham, y
they were saying rs we came up to the
group.
DR.. Harris looked in a Quick, surpris-
ed manner at the weary man, and then
springing from his seat, he cried, "Ches.
ter, is it possible? Where under the
sun did you drop ?" The two men
shook hands heartily, while | shrank
abashed into the farthest corner of the
gig. After few words Of greeting and
explanation, which showed me that the
two were old college friends, the doctor
suddenly remembered me and my sins.
Chester" he said, do you remcm-
Der pretty Lydia Burton, whom you met
here one summer vacation more than
twenty years ago"
"Indeed | do! The loveliest little
wild rose Of girl. What has become
of herr
"She has been up to good many
things since then, and, among other OPP
erations, has raised and spoiled this
naughty girl here, Miss Janey Forsythe.
She has been very discourteous, she
tells me, to her mothers old friend; but
am sure, for that mothers sake, you
will forgive her" Mr.. Chester looked
bcwildered, but FASTENED to speak
ado forgive me, Mr.. Chester; | was
only in fun Aunt Charry told me about