Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1880-02-19
BLODGET'S ORDERS,

JranO Auntle Won 11eZle had ordered
the great family coach and partaken of
luncheon, and, at one by the clock, sat
wrapped in her tippets and flappets, for
her grand nieces, the darlings, the treas
ures, had put their pretty heads togeth-
er, and for what? Why, that the great
family coach, with Vixen and Spanker,
should be ordered to take them a ride.
What tour they would make! Since
Grand Auntie Won Tiezle came in pos
session of the great coach, no such mar
velous route had been projected. In
fact, why should it have been? Were
not Spanker and Vixen creatures of
blood and mettle? Was not the coach
marvel of beauty and polish? Was not
Grand Auntie Won Tiezle herself given
to cramps and stitches, and were any of
the three to be trified with?
But it was plain there was a new leaf
to be turned with the coming in of the
new year. Nothing was surer than that
Grand Auntie Won Tiezle had ordered the
coach for one O'Clock, and that Bradley,
the butler, had been given to understand
that nobody need be expected until the
clock struck fve-and who could tell
what to make of it?
Grand Auntie Won Tiezle and her
nieces were cushioned in the great
coach. Each heart was in futter; each
tongue was all a-clatter; each horse
was at a scamper, and the wheels flew
round.
Grand Auntie Won Tiezle was not GER
tain about the time it would take to
reach Crimpton; it was usually consid
cred drive of an hour; every body
thought an hour was not long, and be-
gan glancing to the right and to the
left, to the left and to the right, to note
the progress on the road. Every body
glanced carelessly, then more carefully,
then leaned forward in establishment.
Every body turned to look at every
body, for the coach, at that moment,
was dashing past Grand Auntie Won Tie
zle's own mansion, which they had left
with Bradley and the maid servants,
and had believed to be a mile away!
cit is strange! 1t is odd! 1t is past
understandings" chimed three young
voices.
"Quite remarkable" said Grand
Auntie Won Tiezle, lying back in the fly
ing coach; and they whisked around
corner, and, in trife of time were
again dashing past Grand 2Auntie Won
Tiezle's own mansion!
Astonishment sat on every face.
"What can be the matter? What
can the driver be doing? What can he
be dreaming OFF"
Impatience mingled with dismay as
the horses flew along, dust blew up, and
the sashes were at clatter, and Blodget
sat, tall and serene, driving Spanker and
Vixen on apace.
Would Grand Auntie Won Tiezle ever
speak to himp Would she ever ask himP
Would she ever do any thing but say:
cit is rather odd!"
cit is vexatious! It is outrageous"
Grand Auntie Won Tiezle looked in
perfect dismay as she heard the excla-
nations from her nieces.
"You are on your way to Crimpton,
are you not, my dearsP 1t seems you are
in need of patience.
"In need of patiencer9 On the way
to Crimpton? Why, Auntie Won Tiezle,
we are this minute but passing, for the
fortieth time, the house from which we
started
oAh!'' said Auntie Won Tiezle, look
ing provokingly through her glasses.
IS Possibly you are right, my dears.
Blodget has his orders; he understands
the lineS-o
"But the road, Auntie dear, the
road!'
"The roadp All, yes, it is all cor
rect; it is some miles to Crimpton; 1
told Blodget to drive as fast as he
dared.''