Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-01-02

CapaDl0 OF lnat, SIiau see 10 NY LOCKS.
FLINT.
This finished, he wrote more briefly
to Mr. Hoskins:
DEAR SIR can't see anything in
the way of your having what you want.
You can come over if you like and talk
it over. Yours, FLINT.
Having done these, he put each into
an envelope and sent them off.
Poor Berthilda scarcely dared to raise
her eyes 70 her uncle's face that day;
but his manner to her was unusually
kind, and she had allowed herself to
hope much from it. when, as she sat at
her knitting in the evening, Peggy, the
sole domestic, beckoned mysterioUsly
to her from the door; and having thus
beguiled her into the hall. informed her
the gate
To the gate Berthilda went in a state
of nervous agitation which made the
blue ribbon bow in her hair culver like
humming- bird, and there she found
Mr.. Hoskins so red in the face with
rage that the color was perceptible by
the moonlight.
And his greeting was this.
Berthildy, if old Flint was any
bodys uncle but yours, I'd 60 in and
pummel the breath out of him. I've a
minter to now"
"Oh, dear p sobbed Berthilda, what
is the matter?'
Hes writ me letter that was just
chock full of insults from fust to last"
said Mr. Hoskins. Said I wrote
cause I was afraid to ask him for you;
said that everyone knew that [ killed
Abigail Araminty with overwork, and
| starved her to death, and sent her over
to mas to be buried Now Abigail Ara
minty died of the consumption that
was in her family, and [ spent lots in
doctors stuff; and if she was buried at
her mas, that was the old lady's wish.
And Araminty she would 90 there to
die. And did all mortal man could,
and [ hired help, and [ wasn't nowise
hard on Abigail Araminty; and your
uncle, he's liar, and if he'll come out
here I'll wiring his neck. I've as much
as l can do to keep from saying words
a man hadn't orter say after he's jined
the church. | never was SO mad In my
life. Pm bursting with rage; and he
says Pm thief, and he's no doubt III
steal you if l can; and SO | will It's
jest this, Berthilda-you come along
with me now, and get Parson Speer to
all up between us. You choose be-
twixt old Flint and me, and if you
choose him, why l amt under any
obligations to you any longer, and I'll
make q jelly of him in three shakes of
sleeps tail
At these words Berthilda trembled,
more than ever. "The fountains that
were in her head overlooked and ran
out of her eyes adown her cheeks"
"Oh, oh, oh !" she sobbed, was
ever a poor woman in such trouble
Oh, oh %
Choose p cried Hoskins; "and
darned.if amt SO mad l don't keer
much which way you choose. I'd rath
er like to be at liberty to go for old Flint
and mash him-by lingo, I had !"
Why don't [ de-" sobbed Berthil-
da. But, oh, Silas, [ can't leave
Uncle Flint like that. 1t wouldn't be
decent
Then here goes" said Silas Hoskins
taking off his cuffs.
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figure strobe past them and began to
hammer at the door
The servant opened it, and Peter
Perkins voice inquired for Mr.. Flint.
Mr.. Flint at once appeared In the
entry.
"Well, what do you want here?" was
his salutation.
".WaH. Mr.. Flint" said Peter Per-
kins, "seein' you was SO 'bligin' and
neighborly about that gray mare, kin
der reckoned I'd just step in and lead
her over tonight. You see [ git in my
hay to-morrer, and there's u rain a
comm up along the end of the week, or
[ amt no prophet"
So you do mean to steal her?" said
old Flint GIVE seen impudence be
fore, but this caps all.
Kinder guess you've forgot who [
am ?' said Peter Perkins, "Don't you
remember a writin' to me this NOR
MIN? I'm Mr.. Peter Perkins, Mr..
Flint"
II know you we'll enough" said
Flint Dye think Pm in my dotage?
You're the man that killed my brown
horse last summer, and asked for my
gray mare to do the same by this. And
[ told you what [ thought of you in my
note. You must have been drinking,
Mr.. Perkins You must be drunk, sir,
to ask me for my gray mare after what
[ wrote you this morning =
81 drinking [ never touch any
thing but tea. I lam Son of Temper
ance, STRIP shouted Mr.. Perkins, so that
his voice reached the ears Of the I'M
happy couple at the gate. II drunk"
Then if you're sober you can't
read p said Mr. Flint
g You wrote me note telling me to
come over, and saying there was moth
ing in the way of my having the gray
mare" said Mr. Perkins.
"That's untrue sir!' said Mr.. Flint.
You're lying, sir" said Mr. Per
kins. Hanged if I'll stand it p And
now Miss Berthilda saw her uncle men
aced by bony fist, and flew up the
path, with Hoskins after her.
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