The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-03-31

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 tur-
keysr
"Ehr' uttered the old man.
"My turkeysw shrilly enunciated
Miss Fydget. "My brood of sixteen
white turkey-chicks."
II am sure can not say" said the old
man, with a puzzled countenance.
That's false" said Miss Fydget, i'm
perially. "If you don't know, your gang
does! And insist on having nay turkeys
back againp
lhe old man looked bewildered. Miss
Fyaget eyed him with gaze calculated
to strike dismay into the most obdurats
heart.
Madam" he began, but Miss Fyd-
get interrupted him.
"There's your milk" said she, "and
your bread. If you can eat and drink
with D. good conscience, knowing that
my turkeys are gone, do so."
Apparently Miss Fydget's turkey
chicks rested but lightly upon the con-
science of the wayfarer, for he ate and
drank to the very last mouthful.
"MadamW he said as he placed the
empty bowl within the window-sill-
Miss Fydget had taken the precaution to
bolt and bar the door.
"Go." said the lady. curtlv.
"But | wished to say to you-"
By way of answer, Miss Fydget took
up the rusty gun, placed i ON her shoul-
der, and pointed the barrel full at her
guest.
IF you don't take yourself off, I'll
tireF said Miss Fydget, resolutely.
And upon this unmistakeable hint, the
old man took up his cane, and trudged
away as fast at he could go.
"The woman must he a maniac,,' said
he to himself.
While Miss Fydget made haste to take
dose of valerian to settle her "per-
turbed Senses"
"Pve had narrow escape of it," said
she. "But | must get rested as soon as
possible, and go to Lavina Thorp's for
tea. The Bishop is to be there, and l
wouldn't miss the oppurtunity Of meet
ing him for thousand dollars."
And, between the stimulus of the val
erian and the calm afforded by half
hours nap, Miss Fydget managed to
array herself in stiff, black silk dress,
with white ribbon cap, and set out for
Lavina Thorpe's, at few moments past
four.
As she crossed her door-yard, slowly
winding procession met. her eye, return
ing down the rocky slopes of the pasture
mqadow-the sixteen young turkeys!
"There they come now," said Miss
Fydget, with momentary twinge of
conscience in regard to the tramp
"However, it's all over and gone now,
and what's done can't be undole."
The company was all gathered at La
vinia Tborpe's; the best china and silver
were out and great punches of cabbage
roses decked the mantle in gilt vases,
that were at least century old.
"Is he herep nervously whispered
Miss Fydget, as she removed her hat in
the front chamber, up stairs.
"The dear man-yesP' said Miss
Thorpe, enthusiastically clasping hel
hands. "Walked ali the way from Sims
town Station, and met with all sorts OF
interesting adventures. What do you
think of his being taken for "a"
But here she was called away.
When Miss Fydget descended, serene
and smiling, she was led up to a pleasant
old man, with gray hair and a cordial
blue eye.
"Miss Fydget," said Miss Thorpe, fus
silly, "let me make you acquainted with
Bishop Playfair of Chirita Territory"
"Blesss my SOUL" cried Miss Fvdget,
dropping her fan and smelling bottle
"it's the tramp"
| The Bishop smiled serenely.
"Miss Fydget," said he, "you never
can guess how deliciously cool that milk
tasted to me. And by-the-way I met 6
brood of young turkeys in stubble.
| field as I crossed from the highway
which l concluded must be yours"
Both joined in irresistible laughter
and iu five minutes Miss Fydget, set al
her ease by the Bishops tact and kind
ness, was chatting cheerfully away re-
garding the Chirita Missions.
"But to think" said Miss Lavini,
Thorpe, afterward, chat you mistooE
the Bishop of Chirita Territory for {
tramp"
'It only shows" said old Mrs. Martin
severely, show easy it is to be mistaken
in this worldw