The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1878-11-29


than we are. But then don't you see we're
in the majority. The chestnuts shall be
sold, Justine, and our hats shall be newly
trimmed by next Sunday"
$50 she sat down, in her own room,
and penned II note, which read as fol-
lows;
DEAR Mr. lynn: jus. inc and / have
bushel amt IL half Of chestnuts to SELL but
Myrtila thinks it beneath the dignity of II
Fulton to barter in produce. SO if put
them in box just outside the back kitch-
Ell door at nine o'clock tomorrow night,
will you send your man for them?
Yours, very truly,
AGNES FULTON.
"Will | send my man + + them ?" said
Chandos Lynn, The thriving proprietor of
the village store, rs he pcruscd the little
folded note which WAS handed in by De-
mas johnson, the milknan. "l'll do moth
ing OF the sort. I'll send myself A
glimpse of Agnes Fultou's blue eyes would
be worth night ride at amy time p
And after Miss Myrtill. had retired to
bed upon the morrow night, Agnes and
Justine carried the box of chrstnuts down
stairs, treading on tiptoe, and trying to
suppress their giggling It's they crept past
their elder sisters door.
Miss Myrtilla had hardly drifted into
her first refreshing slumHcr when the
creakiug sound OF IL tiot step on the
porch below aroused her. She started
into sitting posture and listened intent
ly.
"Its burglars !" said she.
And creeping to the window she peeped
out furtively. She could Just discern in
the starry darkness Of the October night,
the faint outlines of a horse and wagon n
little way down the road, and there was
yes there certainly was-the figure of man
on the porch below
Miss Myrtilla Fulton came ofrevoluton-
airy lineage, and it would take more than
one ordinary sized burglar to intimidate
her. Softly and silently she clad herselfin
an aggressive looking wrapper reached
down Grandfather Fulton's old musket from
its pegs in the closet, and rushed irantcal-
ly down stairs.
stop, thiefm shrieked Miss Myrtilla,
and the next instant Chandos Lynn felt his
collar clutched by a determined female
hand, while the barrel of Grandfather Full
toms old musket grated unpleasantly
against his ear. "Stop, you villain
Thieves Murder! Robbers. Help, help,
help !"
But at this critical juncture Justine and
Agnes rushed to the rescue. The former
caught away the musket, while the latter
seized hold of both ofMiss Myrtilla's arms,
pinioning her, so to speak.
Girls !" cried the breathless spinster.
care you crazy9 He is escaping'
"Myrtilla, don't be a fool" energetically
whispered Justine. at isn't burglars-it's
only Chandos Lynn"
''Chandos Lynn" echoed Myrtilla.
"Yes, Chandos Lynn" said the young
man himself advancing boldly into the
melee.
"And what in the name of all creation
brings you here at this time of the night?"
demanded Miss Myrtilla.
"Business /" cried Mr.. Lynn.
ooh !" said Miss Fulton.
"IIe came for the chestnuts, said Agnes, |
bravely, I've sold them to him."
sold them - repeated Miss Myrtilla |
GA sister of mine to sell chcstnuts !"
"She may be sister of yours, Miss
Fulton" interposed Mr.. Lynn, "but she
will be wife of mine in very few days |
We've settled it under the honeysuckles |
here, while we were discussing the price of
the chestnuts; so you see that it will be
family transaction"
"Justine!" cried Miss Myrtila, sis this
true ~
at isn't l." said Justine, demurely, tits
Agnes"
81 never heard such thing in all my
life !" cried the astonished spinster.
She went back into her room again,
while Chandos Lynn drove away, and JUS
tine and Agnes laughed and cried in each
others arms.
And those were the last chcstnuts that
Agnes Fulton ever sold.