Daily globe., 1878-06-23

Plain gold ring on small white hand
Harry slips with fond surprise
Plain gold ring that nothing shall shift;
Harry is Jeannette's Christmas gift.
MokNlNG,S EXPERIENCE.
'aThe Price family were gathered in tn
kitchen on Sunday morning. The fami
ly consisted of Mr.. and Mrs. Price, NOR
commonly "Uncle" and "Aunt'' Price
Miss Abi gail Price, a spinster sister
Mrs. Richton, Aunt Prices mother, al
aged lady of seventy years, Mollle Jen
nings, neice visiting the farm; ant
Bridget, new recruit from Ireland.
Uncle and Aunt Price were dressed il
their best. and their ancient horse, Elijah
harnessed in an open wagon, was il
readiness to take them to church in the
village, three miles away. A hiatus
however, appeared to have occurred in the
proceedings, for Aunt Price stood in the
middle OF the kitchen irresolutely swing
ing her parasol while Uncle Price switch
ed the honeysuckle that grew around the
door with his whip; Miss Abigail stood
grimly regarding the twain, with he,
head tied in duster; Mollie had paused
IN the open parlor door, Grandma Rich,
ton rocked feebly in the corner by the
dresser, and Bridget peered in from the
sink-room, open-mouthed.
"Well," Miss Abigail was rem arking,
eff you think it's safe, far be it from me
to make objections. You know James
and Joseph are both gone
'Shov put in Uncle Price, testify; IF
it's come to that Marthy'n' I can't go to
church Sundays, we'll move. We sha'n't
be gone more'n two hours. Jest lock up
all you like, and I'll resk your being
troubled in broad daylight"
"But Uncle" said Moliie, nervouslv,
''you know they went to SIMPSONS at
three in the afternoon, when they were
all out berrying, and they went 70
Floyd's-"
''They'd naturally expect to get some
thing at Floyd's," said Aunt Price; ''but
coming here right in the face of parcel
of women-folks, for the little they've got,
would be some different"
"Humph!'' commenced Miss Abigail,
"they might as we'll steal our spoons as
anybody else's; but, as I said before, if
you think it's safe, and we mile from
any house, and the bolt lost off the wash
room door, why, then"
"Bolt lost? How's that?"
1--WE can't find it, that's all and there's
no earthly way of locking it. And here
there've been six robberies in fortnight,
and almost MURDER
"Well, well" said Uncle Price, latch
ing the wash-room door meditatively.
"I'll go round to Nathan's after service
and get his pistols. I hain't thought
much about it, but it would be good
plan to have 'em here nights. Jest put
IN piece of wood over this latch; that'll
hold it; and keep quiet and don't worry
Mercy! never see nothing like you for
worrying. I've locked the barn, and if
anybody comes round, you jest pint that
old gun of mine out of the chamber win
dow.
J.. "It's loaded, amt it2'' queried Aunt
Price, apprehensively.
~ guess it would 90 off enough to
make noise. Abigail d want to fire
something, and she might as we'll try
that. You know the butt end, and that's
all that's necessary"
Gall right" said Miss Abigail, with un-
abated grimness. ''There's no telling
what may hit. but it don't matter much.
If you come home and fnd"-
''Come, Martha" interrupted her
brother; "we shall be late. Good-by,
grandma. Jest keep quiet, and I'll bet
my best COW nothing'll happen. Whoa,
Elijah! Backn' =
Miss Abigail stood in the door until
the antique wagon, Aunt Prices red
shawl, and, finally, the crown of Uncle
Prices much-worn beave, hat had disap-
peared beneath the crest of the nearest
hill; then, after taking comprehensive
view of every part OF the farm that came
within range of her vision, and herself
examining the locks of the shea doors,
she came back into the kitchen, where
Bridget, whose fears had been greatly ex-
cited by the foregoing conversation, had
collapsed upon chair, and Moll1e was
spasmo odically trying to reassure her.
''There isn't the least danger. Bridget
at least suppose there isn't; nothing
may happen, you know. We've only to
keep the doors locked and keep inside,
just be sure you do that, and you needn't
be afraid" ended Mollie, who being
from Boston, with all a city girls horror
OF burglars, very much exaggerated the
terrors of their position.
"Shure an I'd niver left home or pla-
ace where III be kilt intirely in the da-
ay toime!" moaned Bridget, with her face
hidden in her apron; then suddenly sat
upright, in fresh alarm, as a gust of wind
whistled down the chimney and clapped
blind together. =
"That's nothing but the wind. How it
does blow, though! Aunt Abigail, what
are you going to do?''
"Do? I'm goingtofasten that wash-room
door?' responded Miss Abigail, who was
dragging heavy 'sbeam" Of wood across
the shed, which she proceeded to lean