The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1878-01-02

uoh hBIte Will me anu YhnlsneU
without so much as a nod.
Charlie, said, as l accommodated
myself to circumstances on the kitchen
dresser, with my waterproof cloak around
me and rag bag under my head; "try 70
bear up this one night longer. After all,
it is worth it."
Mark my words said Charlie, from
the window sill, with his big great over.
coat for a pillow; "mark my words,
Hetty, You'll never get anything but
rudeness from that old fellow"
And mark my words, Charlie" !
said; "this will happen. After we've
struggled ON, perhaps to middle age,
and begin to feel as though we should
always be poor, enS lay-ye-. l...o-u hos
seventy now-Uncie Buncle will leave
this world for better.
81 don't know" said Charlie, doubt,
fully. ---
"And we" 1 went on, twill be sorry.
But nevertheless--"
"No humbug, Hetty," said Charlie.
"I shall be sorry" 1 said; "but
nevertheless we'll not grieve bitterly, of
course"
"Of course not, said Charlie.
"And Wen sit talking over the news,
when some one will inquire for you; and
being shown in, will prove to be Uncle
Buncle's lawyer, who will say: "Sir,
it is my duty to inform you that my Ia
mented client, Mr.. Buncle, prior to his
decease, signed will which leaves all
his fortune to your wife, his niece"
There paused.
What is that ?" cried Charlie.
Oh, what is ?" / echoed.
Helpp screamed Uncle Buncle's
voice. " Fire Murder Helpl help"
"Ohl Police" screamed Mrs. Jones.
Somebody somebody !" cried Mrs.
Brown.
"Cousin Charlie I" screamed Cousin
Clarlssa from the sofa, "your poor
Uncle Buncle is being murdered /"
COW! ow! Oo-o-w! cried Miranda
Jane from the store-room.
And above it all we heard sound as
Of many waters.
"What is it, love ?" asked. "What
can have happened ?"
"That confounded pipe has burst
again, said Charlie, "and Uncle Buncle
is drowning in the bathroom !"
In moment 1 comprehended all.
The Barley Hillites were proud of hav-
ing good provision of water from Bar
ley river throughout the town. But the
arrangements for the supply had not been
Of the first order, and the consequences
was thst every house had been flooded
in turn, that the main street had been
inundated twice, and the reservoir burst
rs often. At this unfortunate moment,
when Uncle Buncle reposed in the de-
ceitful arms of the bath, without an idea
of his danger, the pipe above his head
had given way, and the flood of water
poured itself out upon him. The dooI
was locked inside. We heard him sput-
tering and swearing. In our agitation,
we could do nothing but pound upon
the panels and implore him to come
ont.
At last he appeared wrapped in Il
drenched dressing gown, scowling,
stamping, bowling, half mad with rage,
and shivering with cold, snatched alamp
from my hand, and dived into the room
again. We heard the bed go flop into
the water we heard the pillows follow
it. Our deception was discovered.
"By George" yelled Uncle Buncle
in the voice of sea captain in a storm
"by George they've put me to sleep
in the bath p
From that time until he stepped into
the train next morrin ing, he vouchsafed
us no other word. And from that time
we never saw or heard from him again.
When he died, however, we were unex-
pectedly summoned to the reading OF
his will, as being parties mentioned
therein. We went. The will left the
bulk of the property to hospital and
we were mentioned thus
"And I desire it to be known by all
interested, that t'this will, which I, being
in my right mind, have signed and at
tested, makes null and void former
one in which had made my niece, Mrs.
Hetty Hope, born Hopkins, my sole
heiress. The reasons for her disinherit-
ance being these Firstly, she did for a
week S time disrespectfu115, ungratefully,
indecently, and by infamous deception,
cause me to sleep in bath, to the great
detriment of my health and nervous
system and secondly. she proved her
extravaganza by wearing on ordinary
occasions, and while occupied at house
hold work, certain tortoise shell comb
which presented to her, and which the
late Mrs. Buncle, pattern woman in
every respect, never wore save at we'd
dings and funerals. In consequence,
bequeath to the same Mrs. Hetty Hope,
born Hopkins, only the expression OF
my indignation"