Lexington weekly intelligencer., 1880-01-31

unatics is not exactly the proper a
pear of a gardener. Fruit or wege- n
ables or flowers. or even handy 1
oh about the house. don't say moth II
N OF wo'somdrvcr but when II
omes TO lunatics, why, II amt line II
If dootv that lays myself out for, c
md | don't know that ! feel equal to h
OF it, a
Here MIR. Prodder paused in t
manner. and rubbed ms
mouth pensively with the back OF ms l
hand. This last gesture was ray OF Z
light The sisters knew that 1t al q
WAYS indicated extreme thirst.
Il understand you, Prodder, said
Miss Penelope. with cutting sarcasm.
Perhaps YOU would feel more equal
TO the occasion if you were permit
ted to crafty your morbid thirst Tor
beer. Be it so. Susan, draw jug
of beer-a large Jug
Two jugs sand Peter.
Mr.. Prodder frightened visibly.
Aud remarking SOttO cOce that 1t was
rum start but he wasn't noways
particular if there was drop o
somethin' hanging to it, he 6etook
himself 10 the kitchen till his service
should be required, though with
private conviction that they were not
likely to be wanted. In this, now
ever, he was doomed to he mistaken
for scarcely had the two blankets
been brought down stairs and placed
in the hail, than ral-tat-tat OF
timorous and uncertain character
was heard at the front door. Miss
Pamela remarked that she Would
know that was Il lunahc knock any
where. Peter and the gardener took
| up their position i'll their respective
corners and spread their blankets be-
fore them. The gardeuer's face wore
its usual expression of beery apathy,
as though capturing lunatics was as
EVERYDAY an occupation as potting
geraniums. Peters, on the contrary,
wore all expression Of mischievous
amusement.
Susan opened the door. A smart
looking elderly gentleman IN whte
hat and waistcoat and with hover
in his button-hule, said, This is the
Misses Pimpernels', L think! aud
stepped jauntily within the hall.
| No sooner had lie done so, how
ever, than a heavy blanket descended
on him from either side, crushing the
white hat down over his eyebrows
, Susan opened the china-closet door
: and before the unhappy lunatic could
, even struggle to free himself he was
hustled violently therein and the dool
locked, leaving him i'll total darkness
| with two blankets still over his heat
S and creckery and household stores OF
t every side of him.
! Admirably donev said Miss Pa
$ mela. who with her sister had beef
y living in ambush behind the drawing
room door. Beautifully done Susan
: give Prodder as mach beer as lie likes
c Peter you have done splendidly. Eul
T. brace your sister my noble boy
The noble boy embraced his siste
d accordingly, though without any al
C pearance of enthusiasm.
e sAnd me also, said Penelope, takin
l. off her double eyeglass to recelv
Peters embrace, which was again az
l. livered very calmly.
V Meanwhile the captive i'll the chin
Ie closet was struggling violently I
tree himself from his embarrassin
drapery, aud apparently doing co..
1t siderable damage III his struggles
u, the contents of the shelves. Sudden
as a tremendous crash was heard.
I'd Good gracious y said Miss Pene
m ope. There goes the second best t,
- service Dear, dear and that mu
III be the large jar of picked cabbage
IN The man will certainly kill himse
S. He'll have all that jar of marmalat
IS pots down on his head in i minute
lc What frightful language.
The inmate of the cupboard ha
IS. apparently by this time partial
All freed himself from his blankets, al
ch was kicking violently at the doc
mingling strong language i'll the vt
re. nacuiar with eXclamations Ill sol
he unknown tongue.
ad How sad to hear him ! said Mi
Pamela. Il dare Say noble mind
here o'erthrown and you see he il
to even lost the control of his speec
of and can only talk that uniHtelligit
is gibberish.'
le- 'Lor, ma'am, is that the luuati
ite languageT exclaimed Susan.
ny amt it enough to make your bio
eff stand on end =
i'm Pamela, my DEAR said Miss
he neiope, como into the drawing-roo
nd am very sure this is not the kind
Dr.. language (even though, fortunate
we cannot understand iD for yo
ex- innocent ears and you, Susan, r
Ter across to DIR. Dollimore al the Prio
ful and tell him we have caught
er- luMatic, and will he send several stro
men to fetch him away at once, or
,od shan't have a tea-cup left. Cor
our Pamela, where's Peter.
to Peter had vanished, but was {
mt. covered in the kitchen, drinking b
,rc, With Mr.. Prodder and listening W
much apparent interest to that g
ter. tleman's description of IL
lie method Of planting potatoes.
his was tenderly reproached for
)ok desertion, and carried OIL to
uld drawing-room again, the door be
,ful carefully shut in order to exclude
to rawlings of the imprisoned luna
who was making frantic efforts
escape from drrance. BY way
aud further covering the painful sou
ing Miss Pamela volunteered to sim
cad song, and gave The Forsaken' W
Il great effect 4; the only drawback be
AN unfortunate tendency to mis-
All y note altogether every now and tn
lpt, giving sort OF WheeZy gasp lhste
the like broken Winded accordeon.
uld You don't find my voice what
up was, | dare say, Peter" sald
you Pamela, when she had concluded.
w, 'dIto IT stii " nav ~ "
Oh replied Peter. But, for that, we d
We none of us what we was. Anyh'
be- we don't keep So
lan- sWill you oblige, Peter?' said
'uld Penelope, little disappointed at
!he qualified praise of her sisters |
up formancc. you nsed to sing v
nicely as boy. O, dear, what a n
,ula that po0r man makesH
cX- Il only know one song said Pc
les . It's called 'Downin the V alley WI
par the Daisies Grow II! sing you ii
y0u if YOU like
y Accordingly Peter seated him
Ding at the piano. His attitude was
culiar. lie placed himself astride
IN a the music--tool as if it had bee
,jly horse, his legs dangling down
hcre either side. He then began to
,Iter with thin cracked voice, and v
noble Independence of time
nv. tune, at the same time accompany
he himself with one finger. Whel
; IL. had got to the end of the first We
:" VI he sang 1t right through again;
mn was about to do so u third time, w
"uu ,li-s Penelope, whose nerves v
= ~, unequal to the continued strain Il
them, mildly suggested.
My dear Peter, surely you |
W -" sung that same verse already!'
well, and what if | have?'