Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1878-06-27

erimly regarding the twain, with her
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,
IF you think it's safe, far be it from me
to make objections. You know James
EsR Wp9eiq UAlle frtS, testik;. #
itf come fdtb Il MGth1'nsI cant go b
church Sundays, VEAL move. ave sha!nEst
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 Mollie, netvously,
'you know they went to SIMPSONS at
three in the afternoon, when they were
~ eut hesrginggt q tepaf ? they went 70
"They'd naturally expect to get some
thing at Floyd's," said Aunt Price; "but
coming here right in the face of a parcel
of women-folks, for the little they've got,
would be some diffArept.YSA{s.E:
"Humph!" commehce1 Miss Abigail,
''they might as we'll steal our 81 foons as
anybody else's; but, as 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 lost7 How's that?"
,yWe cah'ts dhdity that's all ; and there's
DO earthly waysof.lG:king it. And here
there've been six robberies in fortnight,
and almost murder"
"Well, well, !" said Uncle Rfice, latch
ing the wasl1>room door meditatively
E"I'll 20 round to Nathan's after service
and get Ais p3st6ls. I hain't though
mud6 tbpuf #. bRflt weuf9 te r. good
/ plan stA have .leEhs here nighV. lest put
/ in q piece Of wood over this latch; thaf'll
hold it; and keep quiet and don't worry
Mercy! 1 never see nothing like you for
/ worrying. I've locked the barn, and il
I|anybody comes round, you jest pint that
l old gun OF mine out of the chamber win
dow.
"Its loaded, amt it," queried Aunt
Price, apprehensively.
81 guess it would go 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"
SAIL right, - said Miss Abigail, with un:
dhtea krimnfs. f'Theres no Itfllin9
what I may hit! butitbont 1lattef hdch
If you come home and fnd"-
"Come, Martha" interrupted he1
brother; tive shall be late. Good-by,
grandms.. sJest keep quiet,,aad ILL., bet
ny $be.t:cow nothing 'lf~ happen! WHOA
Elijah! Back"
/ Miss Abigail stood in the door until
the antique wagon, Aunt Prices red
shawl, ,sadd finally <sthe, crow, Of Uncle
Prices much worn beave: hat had disap.
peared. beneath the crest, Of the neare !
hilf; then, utter takingAa' coulnrehensvt
|view of every part of the farm that came
within range 'df der -vieidn, ana herself
lexamining the locks of the shea doors
|tshe came back into the kitchen, where
IBEdget, whose fears had been. greatly ex.
cited by the foregoing conversation, :hatl
collapsed upon chair, and Mo:lle. was
smodlcaIly trying TO reaasqre< her. fr
sSThefel itnT the least danger: Bridget
at least suppose there isn't; nothing
||may hpppfns y6a Khows Mekd only tt
ljust be sure you do that, and you needn't
besafsaiaI ended. MqlGeessgAees h !: :beiae
;of burglars, very much exaggerated the
terrors Of their position
ace 9RaaS %Stl ST Ht {nts aSTe It
/ lay ,toime!' !',omoaned Bridget. with hebtace
hidden in her aprons then suddenly sat
l|upright, in fresh alarm, as gust of wind
|JAis'ts% ae4xe Il thes :: seinneY'ea sl. g
"That's nothing but the wind. How il
does blow,,, though! aAunt,Abigai}, :, wha1
l|0neyon going. to dsHa ssqas u~ :oa.' of
"Do? I'm goingtolasten that wash.roon
door!' responded Miss Abigail, who wa
dragging heayD "beam' sf wood across
th5 shsd, Which, she. pfdclsald ID 4eA,
against the door in question, braciDg th'
other send against the, boiler. eiss1o dom
want any of Jonathanls alittleo pieces o
wood stuck over latches. mean to have
it ssfe.' THE latchldoht hold; kAyRay
and a wind like this would have that doc
open in a minute. r don1't exactly Tx
this arrangement; either, '@she added, eye
/ ing the uneven base of the ,beanH with car
friendly eyes, while Mollie stood sym
pathizinglIs ,inthe.qeerwey Of the kitch
en-. u sss14s1 ] W ~
"Well," continued Miss Abigail, after
h1a1 9p6TdifE II Of ,the P@m.i 'W1l
suppose that must ahs@er: Nov
Bridget W. want dinner sta, aparter pas
twelve. Get your IRE made and let tn,
Ecabbage be boiling: It won't do any goot
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