The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1878-07-04
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AMORNING'S EXPERIENCE.

"A
The Price family were gathered in the
kitchen on Sunday morning. The fami-
ly consisted Of Mr.. and Mrs. Price, moro
commonly uncle" ana ''Aunt" Price
Miss Abigail Price, a spinster sister:
Mrs. Richton, Aunt Prices mother, an
aged lady of seventy years. Mollie Jen-
nings, neice visiting the farm, and
Bird get, new recruit from Ireland.
Uncle and Aunt Price we're dressed in
their best, and their ancient horse, Elijah.
harnessed in an open wagon, Was in
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 ire solutely 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 her
head tied in buster; 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
sinkroom, open-mouthed.
"Wen," Miss Abigail was remarking,
If you think it's safe, far be it from me
to make objections. You know James
and Joseph are both gone"
'Sho!" put in Uncle Price, testify; iii
it's come to that Marthy'n' | can't go to
church Sundays, we'll move. We sha'n't
be gone moren two hours. Jest lock up
all you like, and I'll resk your being
troubled in broad daylight"
"But Uncle" said Molie, nervously,
"you know they went to SIMPSONS at
three in the afternoon, when they were
all out Deriving, and they went 20
Flovds-'
They'd naturally expect to get some
thing at Floyd's,' said Aunt Price "but
coming here right in the face of parcel
of folks, for the little they've got
would be some different
"Humph!' commenced Miss Abigail
''they might as well steal our spoons rs
anybody else's; but, rs said before, il
you think its safe, and we mile from
any house, and the bolt lost off the wash
room door, why, then"
sBolt losta Hows that''
1--WE can't find il, that's all and there
no earthly way of locking 1t. And here
thereve been six robberies in a fortnight
and almost murde;.n
swell, WELL said Uncle Price, latch
inc the Mushroom door meditatvely
am 90 round to Nathan's after service
and get his pistols | hain't thought
much about it. but It would be gooc
plan to have 'em here nights. Jest pu
IN piece of wood over this latch; thatl
hold it; and keen quiet and don't worry
Mercy | never see nothing like you TO
Worrying. I've locked the. barn, and /
ANYBODY comes round, you jest pint tina
old Gun OF mine out of the chamber win
dow.
.It's Loaded, amt ita" queried Aun
Price, apprehensively.
Il guess it would 60 off enough t
make noise Abigail d want to tir
something. and she might as we'll tt,
that. You know the butt end, and that
all that's necessary.
"All right" said Miss Abigail, with I'm
abated grimness. There's no telllus
what I may hit. but it don't matter much
If YOU come home and find
"Come. Martha" interrupted he
brother; 1--WE shall be late. Goed-hy
grandma. jest keep quiet, and I'll be
my best COW nothing'Il happen. Who's
Elijah. Back
Miss Abigail stood in the door unit
the antique wagon. Aunt Prices re-
shawl. and. finally. the crown of Uncl
Prices much worn beave: hat had dlsaT
peared beneath the crest of the neare
hill; then. after taking comnrehenslv
view of every part OF the farm that cam
within range OF her vision, and hersel
examining the locks of the shed door
she came back into the kitchen, wher
BRIDGET, whose fears had been greatly e,
cited BY the foregoing conversation, ha
collapsed upon chair, and Mollle vs.
spasmodically trying TO reassure her.
There isn't the least danger. Bridg'
at least / suppose there isn't nothin
NAV happen. you know. We've only
keep the doers locked and keep insid
lust be sure you do that. and you needn
he afraid ended Mollie, who beiu
from Boston, with all q city girls horn
of burglars, very much exaggerated Il
terrurs OF their position
aShure an I'd niver left home or . pt
80 where I'll be kilt intirely in the d
Az toimer' moaned Bridget, with her f.
49, in her apron; then snddealy Z