The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1881-10-15

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fully placed on the bureau. 81 never
was SO insulted in my life. That little
fat chunk of a Miss Bisbee, too, to do
it! An Miss Highly to set by an see
EN-, an never say word I'll be up
to 'em, I Will"
Thereupon she blew out the candle,
ard hounced her thin frame down into
the middle of her feather-bed, trying to
think of something bad enough to sat
isfy her thirst fol revenge. Suddenly
she sprang into sitting posture.
"I'll git straight up now an write it
down, before I forgit it" she cried, in
great excitement, "for I never II git
it into my head SO good again"
And clambering out of bed, she CROPPED
around in the dark to light her candle,
when she proceeded to slip her feet into
some flannel slippers, and herself into
monstrous bed-gown of wonderful
pattern.
"There, now, what was it? Let me
see," she said, scratching her head with
the end of rusty penholder that she
had with great difficulty found, after
much rummaging in the bureau drawer.
sob, yes, that was it. Yes, now,
then"
The old pen scraped it's way over the
small NANCY piece of paper that Miss
Mirandy considered suitable for the oc-
casion, until these words appeared:
"REvEREND MISTER BLoDGETT, DEAR
SIR" ION second thoughts, consider
ing the "Dear Sir" too familiar, she
had, with extreme pains, marked it
over, while blush few over her spare
countenance, and lighted uplhe dismal
bedgown.)
"REvEREND MISTER BLoDGETT, There
bein' an Effort started afoot to give you
coat, wish to state out of profound
respeck to yourself and Mis-. Blodgett
an"-here Miss Mirandy, finding still
quite stock of respect left within her
bosom, concluded to bestow it literally,
so she added, with extra fourishes =
can your whole inclusive family, that I
had the honor to propose the coat, an
should had the extreme pleasure Of
presentin it in way suitable to the
ocashun, if that insidious creature Mis-
Seth Bisbee hadn't insulted me at the
con Higby's. She started all those la
dies to talk awful about me, behind
my back, when I wasn't there; but Tom
and Joe Highly are noble lads, an they've
jest ben an told me all about it. So
pardon my assumption in writin', an be-
lieve would give fer the coat if I'd
ben let to, an present my respecks to
Mis-. Blodgett and your eldest daughter
an Sarah Ann, an all the rest.
"Yours to command,
'tMIRANDA STEBBINs."
Miss Mirandy couldn't help reading
this over three OF four times, she was
50 delighted with it. Then she blew
out the light, and clambered into her
feathers again.
son second thoughts" she said, as
she drew up the thick comfortable
around her spare chin, ''I won't send it
now. I can afford to wait. an when the
coats done, I'll jest git 'Biah Williams
to stick it in one of the pockets. That II
be most as good as helpin' give it," and
hugely tickled at the turn of affairs, she
composed her mind and fell asleep.
On the first Sunday in December
bright, beautiful day-the "First church
in Buzzville' wss crowded to its utmost
capacity. The presentation had taken
place the evening before, and consisted
in the coat being sent over at the hands
of the tailor's boy, with note contain
ing the names of the fair donors.
IL avao on1 ro-c Uora I n oooo,
to see the parson in his new habili-
ments, and to hear how he returned
thanks. AS he went up the broad aisle
every neck was craned to catch sight
OF the new coat, and many nudges and
smiles were given to express the general
satisfaction that was bubbling over in
the audience.
After the first prayer; with few pre-
liminary ''hems,'' the parson stood up
and began to unburden his mind of the
deep debt of gratitude that seemed to
weigh him down.
"Hem It gives me great pleasure, u
he mumbled; then sought relief in his
handkerchief, which being in the depths
of his left-hand pocket, required a
strong pull and long pull u" to get il
out. "Heml"
Whiz-rustle-went some small whit
object out beneath the parsons hand Z {
into the air then it settled slowly, u 1
made it's way down, down toward {
floor, when it futtered momen,. y
land in the second pew from the S H.
directly in Deacon Higby's lap ~ ~
two boys leaned past their moy1ard -
see the sight, and almost laugha dovi i,
They didn't laugh again for MAJ ,nd d
The deacon heard the c.wledg {
words of Parson Blodgett's a;;s hand !
ment, who, now that he ha,e slowlv
kerchief, was all right; the land b and
unfolded the paper in b
examined its contents. md took |
Which done, he turns two sons !
long, deliberate look apr the cratic !
who were placidly obse'r, on the cell :
movements of belate" :
ing. s1etter. tbonob
Miss Mirandy stebgntended, finally :
not IN the way she b: hand, and she :
reached the ministp also was the soul !
had full revenge:iy satisfied. =
OF Bah Williams, noble lads" the :
But those "fhe jolliest whipping /
deacon's sons, bit wasn't safe to say ;,
ever known, ,afto them for one good {