Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1880-06-04
relation in the matter of sound the human
tympanum might bear to the pine stumps.

al don't know as could fire il off, said
she, but I'll try If | sec any signs of mis-
chief"
II was unnecessary, however. She poured
out bowl Of milk, first thrifty pausing to
skim 1t, and then cut good thick slice Of
rye bread, taking care to secrete the bread
knife when she was through. And then,
seating herself by the window, her thoughts
wandered back to the question, of the miss
ing brood Of turkeys
sAsHe knows where they are, III BET any.
thing, and he shall tell me- Old man-old
man, sayp
The venerable wood-splitter paused at the
sound of her summons.
"Come here p she called.
The old man obeyed.
you've done enough" said Miss Fydget,
inwardly rejoicing that he had left his AK
sticking in the last pine knot, instead of
coming toward her brandishing it in the air,
Powhatan fashion.
"That is what was just thinking my
self" observed the old man, wiping his
streaming forehead.
"And now," said Miss Fydget, sharply
and suddenly, as if she fain would take him
by surprise, "where are my turkeys?"
"EhY ?" uttered the old man.
my turkeysp shrilly enunciated Miss
Fydget; my brood of sixteen white turkey
chicksw
81 am sure cannot say" said the old
man, with puzzled countenance.
"rhat is false !" said Miss Fydget imperi-
ally "If you don't know your gang does,
and | insist on having my turkeys back
again"
The old man looked bewildered. Miss
Fydget eyed him with a gaze calculated to
strike dismay into a most obdurate heart.
Madame" he began, but Miss Fydget
interrupted him.
"There's your milk and bread. If you
can eat and drink with good conscience,
knowing that my turkeys are gone, do So"
Apparently Miss Fydget's turkey chicks
rested but lightly upon the conscience of
the wayfarer, for he ate and drank to the
very last mouthful.
"Aadamew he said, as he placed the
empty bowl within the window sil-Miss
Fydget had taken the precaution to bolt and
bar the door.
60" said the lady.
"But wish to say to you"
BY way of answer, Miss Fydget took up
the rusty gun, placed it to her shoulder and
pointed the barrel full at her guest.
81 you don't take yourself off, I'll fire p
said Miss Fydget, resolutely.
And upon this unmstakable hint, the old
man took up his cane, and trudged away us
fast as he could go.
"The woman must be maniac - said he
to himself.
While Miss Fydget made haste to take a
dose of val9rian to settle her perturbed
senses.
"Tve had narrow escape Of ii" said she,
"but | must get rested as quick as possible
and go 10 Layinia Thrope's for tea. The
| Bishop is TO be there, and | wouldn't miss
the opportunity of meeting him for thou
sand dollars.
| And, between the stimulus Of the yalerian
and the calm afforded by half an hours
nap, Miss Fydget managed to array herself
| in stiff black silk dress with white ribbon
cap; and set out for Layinia Tbropes a few
minutes past four.
AS she crossed her door-yard, a slowly
winding procession met her eye, returning
down the rocky slopes of the pasture meadow
sixteen young turkeys.
"There they come now" said Miss Fydget,
with momentary twinge Of conscience in
regard 10 the tramp. However, it's all
over and gone now and what's done can't
be undone."
The company was all gathered at Lavinia
Thropes the best china and silver were out
and great punches of cabbage roses decked
the mantel in guilt vases, that were at least
a century old
as he hercF nervously whispered Miss
TyuRclt 10 Sit ItlliONtu iltI lhL III Tit lIOIb
chamber up stairs"
"Thc dear man--ycs," said Miss Thrope,
enthusiastically clasping her hands. walk
ed all the way from Simstown Station, and
met with all sorts Of interesting adventures
What do you think Of his being taken for
a."
But here some one called her away.
When Miss Fydget descended, serene and
smiling, she was led up TO n pleasant old
man with grey hair and cordial blue eye.
"Miss Fydget," said Miss Thrope, fissily,
"Let me make you acquainted with Bishop
Playfair, Of Chinta Territory"
"Bless my soul p cried Miss Fydget drop
ping her fan and smelling-bottle, :" It's the
trampp
The Bishop smiled serenely.
"sIiss Fydget," said he, "you never can
guess how dcliciously that milk tasted 10 me
And, by the way, met brood Of young
turkeys in stubble field as / crossed from
the highway, which concluded must be
yours"
Both joined in irresistible laughter; and
in five minutes Miss Fydget, act at her ease
by the Bishops tact and kindness, was
chatting away in regard 10 the Chirita Mis-
si0ns
"But to think" said Miss Lavinia Thrope,
afterwards, "that you mistook the Bishop Of
Chirta Territory for a tramp
"And set him splitting wood and pointed
a rusty musket at him" said Miss Fydget
1T only shows" said old Mr.. Martin,
severely, chow easy II Is 10 BE- mistaken In
this world"
suoRr SERMoSs.--.Pmy deyoutly and
hammer on stouily.
Character Is perfectly educated will.