Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1878-01-05

death, and sent her oyer to her mas 4
be buried. Now Abigail Araminty died O
the consumption that was in her family
and spent lots in doctors stuff; and
she was buried from her. Ea's, that wa
Ithe olh lady's wish., And Araminty. sh
would go there to die. And did al
THAT mortal man could, and ] hired hell
and wasn't hard OH Abigail Araminty
and your uncle he's liar, and ii he'll
come. ont here III wiring his neck. Nv
as much as ] kin do to keep from sayin;
words man hadn't orter say after he
| lined the church. never WAS so mad il
all my life. I'm bursting with rage ant
be says I'm Il thief and he has no doub
I'll steal you If can and SO will. II
|jest this, Berthildy, you como alons
with me now. and get Parson Spear I,
marry us. or there's an end of it. Its al
up between us. You choose betwix
old Flint and me, and eff you choose him
why, I.ain't under no obligations to yol
no Ion. er, and Ill make a jelly out o
HMM tn &c jerks OF a lambs TAIL"
At these words Berthilda tremblee
more THAN ever. The fountains thai
We're ia her head overlooked and ran Ou
OF her eyes down her cheeks.
"Oh. OH. oh !" she sobbed, ''was ever 2
poor woman in such trouble /? Oh. obi
"Cboose!" cried Hoskins; sand darned
if l amt SO mad / don't keer much which
way you choose. I'd rather like to be al
liberty to 20 for old Flint and mash him
by jingo, had"
"Why don't die ?" sobbed Berthilda.
"But, oh, Silas, can't leave Uncle Flint
like that. 1t wouldn't be descent"
Then here goes" said Silas Hoskins,
taking off his gloves. ::
At this moment long, fathe-like figure
strodo past them and began to hammer
at the door.
The servant opened it, and Peter Per-
kins' voice inquired for Mr.. Flint.
Mr.. Fliltappeared at once in the en-
try.
"Well, Mr.. Flint" said Peter Perkins,
SEEM you was so 'bligin' and neighbour
ly about the gray mare. kinder reckon
ed Id just step in and lead her over to-
night You see | get in my hay to-
morrer, and there's rain comm up along
the end of the week, or amt no
prophet"
$50 you do mean to steal her ?" said
old Flint. live seen impudence before.
but this caps all.n
kinder guess you've forgot who l
am said Peter Perkins. Don't YOU re-
member writin' to me this morning {?
I'm MIR. Perkins, Mr.. Flint"
IL know you well enough said Flint,
"D'ye think I'm in my dotage? You are
the mali who killed my brown horse last
summer. ami ask for my grey mare TO do
the same by this. And told you what l
thought OF you in my letter. You must
have been drinking. MIR. Perkins! You
must be drunk, sir. to ask me for my
gray mare aft er what wrote this morn
ing"
Il drinking never touch anything but
tea. I'm Il Son OF Temperance, SIR"
shouted Mr.. Perkins. so that his voice
reached the ears of the unhappy couple
at the gate. Il drunk ~
"rhen if you are sober you can't read, .
id MIR. Flint.
"YOu wrote me note telling me to
come over, saying there was nothing i'm
the way OF my having the gray mare"
said MIR. Perkins.
That's untrue" said Mr.. Flint.
YOU'RE lying sir ~ said Mr.. Perkins,
Hanged if III stand it."
And now Miss Berthilda saw her uncle
menaced with bODy fist, and flew up
the psth with Hoskins after her.
"You abominable rascal!" cried Mr..
Flint.
''Tells me am drunk and liar, sir"
cried Perkins to HOskins. ASKED him
neighbOr like to lend me his gray mare,
anL he told me he would, now he calls
me all the names he can lay his tongue
TO-"
II uon't doubt it. SIR cried Mr.: Hos
kins. 'He insulted me, sir. Told me |
worked my poor, late Abigail Araininty
to death, aud starved her, and was afeared
OF him. Write th.t to me, sir! Hang
him ~
That's false" said old Flint.
Nov | am liar am I?"cried Hoskins.
You are both insane !" cried Flint.
You never wrote that to me-" cried
Hoskins.
mo doubt it is true, but cidn't,"
cried Flint.
''He is crazy" said Hoskins.
"Mad as March hare" said Perkins.
You are couple of lunatics. Ill be
protected against you. Help! help! some
one go for the constable -
"A lunatic!" said Mr.. Perkins-"Why
here's the letter you writ to me. If yOp
was younger man Id not stop to argy;
but you're old enough to be my father"
That's another lie.' said Flint
"YOn're fifty years DID,"
swell. that's the letter you writ me,
anyway" holding out crumpled sheet
of paper.
Flint took it in his hand, glanced at it
and said: ut isn't" but his face altered.
aa"Contradicts everything" said Per-
kins.
Il suppose you will deny you wrote
me that I" said Hoskins, offering another
letter to the old man.
Again Mr.. Flint glanced at the paper.
Yes, do" he said, but this time he
grinned.
Perhaps secret enemy" murmured
Berthilda.
Uncle Flint looked at her; her nose was
red with weeping.
'You are good girl, Berrhilda if you
are an ugly one" said Uncle Flint-''fOr
your sake I'll explain matters. / wrote
both those letters, but sent them to the
wrong men. That's yours, Hoskins. Per-
kins that is yours, and l meant every
word of it,
And he handed the letters to their
proper owners.
"Pll see if this amt case of libel,n
said Perkins, as he walked OFF.
But Hoskins advanced and held out
his large hand.
"Let by-gOnes be by gones," he said.
'&ay have Berthilda, Mr.. Flint.
'YOu may ask her." said Flint.
And though Berthilda only said <'Oh,
1ear," and cried again, Hoskins was con-
tented, and the wedding came off in tdue
season.
wouldn't Reciprocate.
The following, from the Fairfield
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