Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1878-01-04

what YOU wanted, like man Let you
have her, indeed When every one
knows you killed the other one with
oycr-worll, and only sent her home To
be buried. A pretty idea that, indeed !
She was Just Il rack Of bones when you
got through with her, and, Judge, half
starved rs well ~ worked 70 death.
Yoa'll promise 70 take good care Of
her no doubt. You may if you get
her; but youll only do that BY stealing
her, and as ! suppose you're quite
capable Of that, ! shall see to my locks.
FLINT
This finished, lie wrote more briefly
to Mr.. Hoskins
DEAR SIR;--I 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 scnt them oil.
Poor Bcrthilda scarcely dared to raise
her eyes 10 her unclc's face that day;
but his manner to her was unusually
kind, and she had allowed herself to
hope much from Vt, when, as she sat ut
her knitting in the evening, Peggy, the
sole domestic, bcckoncd mystcriously
to her from the door; and having thus
bcgllied her into the hall. informed her
that Mr.. IIOskns wanted to see her ut
the gate.
TO the gate Berthida went in a state
Of nervous agitation which made the
blue ribbon bow in her hair quivcr like
u humming-bird, and there she found
Mr.. IIoskins so red in the face with
rage that the color was perceptiblc by
the moonlight.
And his greeting was this:
BerthiIdy, if old Flint was any
bodv's uncle but yours. Ed go in and
pummcl the breath out of him. lvc II
mintcr to now"
ooh, dcarw sobbcd Bcrthilda, "what
is the matter"
He's writ me II letter that was just
chock full Of insults from fuSt To last,
said Mr.. lIoskins. "Said wrote
cause | was afraid to ask him for YOU;
said that everyone knew that | killed
Abigail Araminty with ovcrwork, and
starved her to death, and sent her over
to mas to be buried. Now Abigail Ara
ilinty died of the consumption that
was in her family, and spent lots in
doctors stuff; and if she was buried ut
her mas, that was the old ladys wish.
And Amminty she would 80 there TO
die. And did I'LL mortal man could,
and hired help, and wasn't nowlsc
hard on Abigail Araminty; and your
uncle he's Il linr, and if he'll come out
here IN wiring his neck I've ~ much
rs can do TO keep from saying words
i man hadn't ortcr say after he's llned
| the church, never was 50 mad III my
life. I'm bursting with rage; and he
SAYS I'm thief and hes no dou6t iii
steal YOU il can; and 50 ! will. It's
lest this, Brrthildu YOU come along
with me now, and get parson Spccr To
marry us, or there's M end Of 1t. It's
I'LL M between us. You choose be-
twixt old Flint and me, and il You
choose him, why ! amt under any
obligations to you any longer, and III
mako Jelly Of him III three shakes Of
II Sleeps tail.
AT these words Bcrthida trembled,
moro than ever. "Thc fountains that
were iii her head overlooked and ran
out Of her eyes adown her checks.
son, Oh, Oh T. She sohbcd was
ever poor woman in such trouble
Oh, oh Y
Choose y cried lIoskins and
darncd.if | amt SO mad don't koer
much which way you choose. I'd rath-
cr like to he ut liberty ogo for old Flint
and mash hmbv ingo, had 7
"Why don't dic2' sobbed Berthil-
da. "Bnt, oh, Sllas, | can't leave
Uncle Flint like that 1t wouldn't be
decent
"Thcn here goes, said Silas lIoskins
taking OIL his cults.
At this moment II long, ath-lllie
figure strobe past them and began To
hammer mt the door
The servant opened it, and Peter
Perkins voice inquired for MIR. Flint.
Mr., Flint at once appeared III the
entry.
"Wcll, what do YOU want hero WAS
his salutation,
wall, Mr.. Flint, said Peter Per
! kinS, "sccin' YOU was So bligln and
ucighborly about that gray marc, kim
der rcckoncd Id just step in and lead
her over tonight You see git i'll my
hay to-moucr, and there's II rain II
comm up along the end of thcweek, or
| amtno prophet
$50 YOU do mean To steal her. said
old Flint, 1--WE seen impudenec be-
fore, but this caps all.
Kinder guess you've forgot who |
am 81 said Peter Perkins, Don't YOU
remember writin to me this mor-
MIN? I'm Mr. Peter Perkins, Mr..
Flint,
Il know you we'll enough said
Flint. " Dye think I'm III my dotage2
i Nnn,rn lAn mnn thni killNd my brown