The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-01-07
THE TIMES, NEW BLOOMFIELD, PA. JANUARY I, 1879


as fast as you do ~ he added ,grumblipg.
II never saw such snail in my life.
o, dear to think shall never walk
again !"
Uncle Joseph lay counting the sec
onds until his niece brought in second
bowl of cruel, this time so deiciously
made that even he could not find fault
with 1t.
Uncle" said Theodore, as she set it
on the table by the bedside, "the doctor
said yesterday that he really thought, If
you were to try, you could walk as well
as anybody"
The DOCTORS fool" said Uncle
Joseph, sand you may tell him so with
my compliments"
81 will, uncle, the next time he
comes"
"Theodora.
"Sir 2"
If you do, I'll dslnherlt you.''
Very we'll"
Theodore, you'll have to feed me-
This annoyance has weakened me ter
ribly."
eyes, uncle"
"Stop-stop-it's hot--you're choking
me I"
But Theodore kept resolutely on.
Stop-op !" spluttered Uncle Joseph,
nimbly scrambling away to the other
side of the bed. 4" What do you mean,
Theodore ? Didn't tell you to stop
1 don't believe there's an inch of skin
left on my throat"
You told me yourself, uncle, that
you don't mean what you say. How was
L to know that this was an excep-
ton ?'
An irate rejoinder trembled on Uncle
Joseph's tongues, when suddenly he
caught sight of blue column of smoke
wreathing up under his window.
"What's that smoke ?" he ejacu-
lated.
{" L think it's Mrs. Perkins, sir, put
ting fresh kindlings on the kitchen
fire."
"No, it isn't!'' yelled uncle Joseph,
the house is on fire.'
Theodore dropped the spoon and bowl
and rushed out of the room, shrieking,
the house is on firel help murder
| thieves |"
The servants below stairs caught up
the cry and echoed it in shrill dismay.-
Uncle Joseph listened with bristled hair
and dilated eyes.
" Helpl help ~ he bawled, but no one
responded. Louder still he yelled, but
yet in vain.
" Am L to stay here in my bed to be
burned to death ?'' he asked himself,and
| scrambled out with an agility that fair
ly surprised himself.
The servants were arrayed on the
lawn, staring in all directions to find
the exact location of the fire, when the
gardener uttered shrek.
g If there amt master, as hasn't left
his bed for year, runnin as if tiger
was after him ~
Where-where's the fire ?'' painted
Uncle Joseph, gazing wildly around
him.
Mrs. Perkins rushed to the front door,
her cap strings streaming.
g l never saw such pack of born
idiots in my life!'' she gasped. "There
amt no fire-only few pieces of green
wood L put in the kitchen fire. One
would think you'd never seen smoke
afore, and-why, if there amt mas
ter"
6 Theodore" said Mr.. White, looking
somewhat sheepish, "where did you see
fire ?"
Il did not see it, uncle, but you said
the house was on fire." Theodore re-
piled, demurely, "and of course 1
thought you must know. Please, uncle,
go back to bed'
81 WON'T" said uncle Joseph, gather
ing the skirts of his wrapper closer
about him.
81 But, uncle, you are sick.'
No, Pm not"
"Uncle, do you really mean it ~
"Of course do, Theo."
And he did mean it. The cure had
been effected and Theodore mentally
congratulated herself on the success of
her plan of treatment. And Uncle
Joseph never alluded to the day on
which his niece had taken him so i'm
plicitly at his word.
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