Daily globe., 1879-05-04

I get in my hay to-morrer, and there's rain
q comm up along the end OF the week. or
amt no prophet"
all. sia'y' seen imp00en'e before but TINS caps
"Kinder guess you've forgot who am?"
said Peter Perkins. "Don't you remember a
writin' to me this morning? Pm Mr.. Peter
Perkins, Mr.. Flint"
II know you well enough" said Flint.
man that killed my brown horse last sum-
mer, and ask for my gray mare to do the
same by this. And i told you what thought
of you in my note. You must have been
drinking, Mr.. Perkins. You must be drunk,
sir, to ask me for my gray mare after what !
wrote you this m0rning!''
II drinking? Inever touch anything but
tea. Pm a Son Of Temperance, STRIP shouted
Mr.. Perkins, SO that his voice reached the
ears of the unhappy couple at the gate. Il
drunk"
..Then if you're sober, you can't read!"
said MIR. Flint.
''You wrote me a note telling me to come
over, and saying there was nothing IN the
way OF my having the gray mare," said Mr..
Perkins.
"That's untrue, sir!" said Mr.. Flint.
YOU'RE a lying, sir!" said Mr.. Perkins.
Hanged if iii stand it," And now Miss
Berthilda saw her uncle menaced by bony
fist, and flew up the path, with Hoskins after
her.
You abominable rascalp cried Mr.. Flint:
"Tells me Pm drunk and liar, sir" cried
Perkins to Hoskins. "Asked him neighbor-
like, to lend me his gray mare, and he wrote
he would and now calls me all the names he
can lay his tongue to-"
81 don't DOUBT it STRIP said Mr.. Hoskins.
Hes insulted me, sir. Told me worked my
poor Abigail Ariminty to death and starved
| her, and was thief and afeared of him. Writ
| that to me, sir! Hang him"
That's fa'se!" said old Flint.
sNow, Pm a liar, am I?' cried Hoskins.
"You are both insanew cried Flint.
"You never writ that to me! criee Hos
kins.
'No eoubt it's true, but didn't!' criei
Flint.
"He is crazy" said Hoskins.
"Mad as March hare" said Perkins.
"You are couple of lunatics. I'll be pro
tected against you. Here! help! Some ont
| go for the constable!"
"a lunatic" said Mr.. Perkins. "Why
there's the letter you writ me. If you were
young man, I'd not stop to argy; but you're
old enough to be my father"
That's another lie," said Flint. 'sYou'r
'3Well that's the letter you write me, an.
way" said Perkins, holding out crumple'
| sheet of paper.
ssFlint took it in his hand, glanced at it, ant
said, 'sIt isn't" but his face altered.
"Contradicts anything" said Perkins.
81 suppose you'll deny you wrote me that :?
said Hoskins, offering another letter to tn
old man.
Yes, do," he said; but this time h
grinned.
Perhaps secret enemy" murmured Be,
thilda
Uncle Flint looked at her; he. nose wa
red with weeping.
"Youre good girl, Berthilda, if you are a
ugly one," said Uncle Flint. "For your SAX
I'll explain matters. I wrote both those lei
ters, but I sent them to the wrong mer
That's yours, Hoskins. Perkins, that's yours
and meant every word ofitm
And he handed the letters to their prope
owners.
''I'll see if this amt case of libel" sal
Perkins, as he walked off.
But Hoskins advanced and held out HI
large hand.
''Let bygones be by gones," he said. "Ma
have BertEilda, Mr.. Flint"
'You can ask her." said Flint.
And though Berthilda only said, 20, dear
and cried again, Hoskins was contented, an
the wedding came off in due time.