The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1877-04-14
IS TRAMP, TRAMP"
iHarper's Bazar.I

A lonely country road, with the night
closing uron it; the sun set and the sky
black, and white streaks where he had
been; the color gone from all the earth,
even from the many tinted NAPLES and
sumacs that an hour before had famed
in their October brilliancy the air frosty
and fTesh-just the night to go bowling
swiftly home in light wagon over a
well graded road, with the prospect of II
bright frs and hot supper at the end Of
the journey. ~.
Mrs. Cuthbert wished that her hus
band would come "bowling home," as
she lighted the lamp ED placed it in the
center of the pretty Yea table, SO dis-
tinctly set forth with I}e1 wedding glass
andsilNes S44s1ss sssYgstt would not be fit
to eat if he were mAcll later, and Mrs.
Cuthbert was too consc, ientious house
wife not to feel ALARMED at the idea of
her good things being ispoiled, but, like
the even tempered hts woman she was
she only put an extra stick on the
WOOu nrt CrdCklltA5 WI the HedIln, ana
settled in her faForite1arm- chair, with
her sewing to keep b}sr hands busy,
while her ears were on The alert for her
husbands step, or cr.- from the baby
up stairs.
She was quite alone, it being one of
those periods that so ottoa befall Ameri-
can housekeepers, when the "help" has
taken it into her head to depart without
waiting for successor to be appointed.
The fire snapped and blazed, the
clock licked on, and all was quiet. But
if Mrs. Cuthbert had CHANGED to look
up, she might have seen face pressed
close against the window pane-an ugly
face with a rough beard and tangled
hair, broi en- nose that looked most
.nnprepossessing Aattened on the glass,
and eyes that cleaned greedily at the
silver on the table-but she did not, and
all was quiet.
The clock struck seven, and Mrs.
Cuthbert started, surprised and dis
tressed. She forgot about the supper
fri fling away to nothing in the oven,
aid began to worry about her husband
it was such lonely walk, if it was
only two miles, and she did wish he
would come.
Footsteps on the front porch sent her
fears to the winds, and a spirit of mis-
chief took possession of her in their
stead; the door was locked, and she
would make him wait few minutes to
pay him out for making her wait SO
long.
She bent her head and pretended not
to notice, even when she heard the steps
descend from the porch and tramp over
the grass to the window.
The sash was violently thrown up,
and the ugly face that had been regard
ing her short time before was thrust
into the room, and fierce voice de-
manded:
"Why don't yer come and open the
door for ne p
Mrs. Cuthbert nodded her pretty
ucduj duu Wlehou1 ouihAuR IOuau AL
swered saucily:
"No, sir, I don't mean to let you in
tonight"
The ugly face looked thunderstruck,
then frightened, and finally two grimy
!, paws clutched the window, shutting it
with a. crash that made the glasses
culver, and the ugly face was gone.
"Oh, dear! now he's angry-I always
do carry my ian too far cried Mrs
Cuthbert, springing from her chair and
rushing into the hall. -
"George! .Georgel"
She turned the lock.
George
The porch was empty, but she caught
sight of dark figure hurrying up the
path to the barn.
"Oh, you're not going to hide from
me in that way, STRIP she called out,
running down the steps and on toward
thu barn.
The dark figure was swallowed up In
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