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

MORNINGS EXPERIENCE.
The Price family were gathered in the
kitchen on Sunday morning. Tho tami-
~ consisted of Mr.. and Mrs. Price, more
commonly "Unclc' and "Aunt' Price
Miss Abigail Price, a spinstcr sister
Mrs. Rchton, Aunt Prices mother, an
aged lady of seventy years. Mol'le Jen
nings, a neice visiting the farm; and
Bridget, a new recruit rom Ireland.
Uncle and Aunt Price were 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 irresolutely 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 duster; Mollic had paused
IN the open parlor door, Grandma Rich
ION rocked fecbly in the corner by the
dresser, and Bridget pecred in from the
sink-room, open-moulhed.
"Well," Miss Abigail was rem arking,
IF you think it's safe, far be IL from me
to make objections. You know Jam es
and Joseph.are both GONE :.
''Sho!" put;insUncle Price, testify; III
it's come to: at Marthy'n' can't 60 IL
church Sundays, We'll move. We shant
be gone more'n two hours. Jest lock up
all you like, and III rcsk your being
troubled in broad daylight
"But Uncle,' said Moline, nervously
''you know they went to SIMPSONS at
three in the afternoon, when they were
all out berrying, and they went &C
Flovd'sA' ~ go
''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 different"
'Humph!" commenced Miss Abigail
''they mi ht as we'll steal oar spoons as
anybody else's; but, as l said before, il
you think it's safe, and we mile from
any house, and the bolt lost off the wash
room door, why, then"
"Bolt lost2 How's thatl"
owe can't fndit, that's all and there's
no earthly way of looking it. and here
there've been six robberies in fortnight,
and almost murder.
"Well, wel!,' said Uncle Price, latch
ing the Mushroom door meditatiyely
'I:ll 90 round to Nathan's after service
and get his pistols. I hain't though,
much about it. but 1t would be- good
plan to have 'em here nights. Jest put
IN piece Of wood over this latch; thaf'll
hold it; and keep quiet and don't worry
Mercy! l never see nothing like you fol
worrying. I've locked the barn, and ii
anybody comes round, you jest pint that
old gun OF mine out of the chamber win
dow.
sits loaded, amt it;'' queried Aun1
Price, apprehensively.
81 guess it would go off enough tc
make a 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"
"All right said Miss Abigail, with IN
abated grimness. 'There's no telling
what may hit. but'it don't matter much
If you come home and fnd"-
"Conle, Martlla,' interrupted he1
brother; 1--WE shall be late. Good-by
grandma. Jest keep quiet, AID III bet
my bestcow notlfng'll happen: = Whoa
Elijah! Back!'
Miss Abigail stood in the door unit!
the antique wagon, Aunt Prices red
shawl, and finally. the. crown Of Uncle
Prices much worn beave: hat had disap.
peared beneath the crest of the ncare
hill; then, after taking a commemorative
view of every part OF the farm that came
within range Of her vision, and herself
examining the locks Of the shed doors
she came back into the kitchen, vhc, c
Bridget, whose fears had been greatly ex-
cited by the foregoing conversation, had
collapsed upon chair, and Noble was
systematically trying toreassure- her.
sThefe isn't the least danger: Bridget
at least suppose there isn't; nothing
may happen, you know. We've only tc
keep the. doors. locked and keep inside
Just be sure you DO that, and you needn't
be Afraid, ended Mollie. wig. being
from BQs ION, with, all 9 city .giil.s shorrol
Of burglars, very much exaggerated the
terrors OF their position:
''Shure an I'd niver left home or a p|a
ace where 11lbe kilt intirely in the da
ay toime!" moaned Bridget, with her face
hidden in her apron; then suddenly SAT
upright, in fresh alarm, as a gust of WIND
whistled down the chimney and clepped s
blind together 81 ''~ So
"That's nothing but the wind. How i
does blow, though! Aunt Abigail, wba
are you going to dsS"
"Do? I'm goingtolasten that wash-roon
door," responded Miss Abigail, who wa
dragging heavy "beam" Of wood across
the shed, which she proceeded to leal
against the door in question, braciDg thu
other end against the boiler. II dom
want any of Jonathan's little pieces o
wood stuck over latches. I mean to hav,
it SAFE. The latch don't hold, anyway
and wind like this would have that doc
open in minute. I don't exactly lik
this arrangement, either she added, eye
ing the uneven base of the beam with IN
friendly eyes, while Mollic stood sym
pathizingly, in the doorway Of the kitch
en-. u: s~,,.az y - n
SWELL" continued Miss Abigail, after
final crewding in Of the beam. 'NNel
I suppose that must answer Nov
Bridget we want dinner at a, quarter pas
twelve. Get your fire made and let tn
cabbage be boiling. 1t wont do any goot
to sit there crying. III take care of tn
pudding& Pm going iup-stairs to pu
mother to bed. If you want anythin!
speak to me, and don't unlock door 70
your life. Mollie will you Just see t IA
the loyer windows are tastened?" $780,
After a thorough ;examination Of til
aforesaid easements, Miss AbiSaif' cam
back and took her invalid mother il
charge, with final caution to Bridget te
" let her know if she saw anyone com
ing" Mollic, somewhat reasure | by tn,
existing quiet, went up to FER own ..roon
and tried to forget the present IN IA
latest of Mrs. Southworth's novels
Mean~ lille it would Vpe slmpossiblx /
describe the condition of Budgets mind
thus left alone in, the kitchen. BEN!
firmly impressed ;with the conviction tba
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