Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1881-04-16


"Ye don't name itr cried the in-.
terested Bridget. "Oh, thin byesf ~
thin BY eslH and she flew after the de9s9y
parting milkman with the news omit~yi,g
ting, however, the word ''probahly.n
But to return to Mr. Budgett. Just W
as he was putting on his coat, heiheardQis
whispers of, ~ 6.,.,,,. i,.i-.. III, ~,
Hes going, Karl, assure as I'm alive!" ~
''And hasn't noticed it. Well, that's q
too good.' u0llol ss "a
"He's looking in the glass now"
"Sh--sh! don t make so much noise"
''He sees It, I'm sure, or he'd hayets4
gone long ago" t.r ,b..- g. tnso,s,.,ro
"Sh-sh! can't youg' 1t
Mr. Budget heard it all. "Ibelieye nso
I've left my pocketbook,n he said, half a,s
aloud, as he turned to go upstairs. Il.
"lts all up now" said Karl, vexedly. "
MAYBE not Keep dark."i s1oaa ssivel
''Couldu't very wpii olUJrIvr ,ri hoy ~ -f,,7r
der these coats. Why doesn't he go?
Pm smothering. " ~ - hH'
This decided Mr.. Budget. Up ,heuos
went, and with Aunt Bulge hand-glass .,,,
and the mirror took a complete survey. h4
"Did you find itp' called Aunt Vsi
Bulge, as he came down again. .,c., on
LIS, lrom OHClo DuuSo, ,"ho ""'
listening for more whispers. 'la s.di ,e0aJ1
"We'll open the window, and watch ana
him down the street." r 9.
'Sh-- sh! How the Putnams will stare!n 'li'
A suppressed giggle followed.ii mor1
The shutting of the front door was q ,o
signal for the boys to rush wildly out OF
the hall closet into the dming-room,
where Aunt Bulge was lowering over slsi
the breakfast dishes.
"What is itP" cried Aunt Bulge,
putting ON her glasses ooh, what red
faces! Did you get shut IMP"
Were foolipg Uncle. Bulge, saidr
Rick, breathlessly ''He promised US
each gold piece if we could" and heodh
dashed upstairs after Karl. ~.it
They raised the windows cautiously,
but not too quietly for Uncle Budge. ~
He heard but did not look up, though 20
he began to feel little i'll at ease; andN az
no less SO when the milkman, who was ha
dashing away from the Putnams', reined sdA
in his horses very noticeably, nudged
the small boy on the side OF the wagon,
and both looked curiously at him. = H''u'i ~
Mr.. Budget walked a few steps, then % r.
looked furtively behind him. Imagine -
his feelings at discovering that the q 81
milkman had stopped his horses, and "a
that the small boy was running quietly mia
after him, but stopped as he noticed
Mr. Budget glance around.
"There certainly is something
wrong" decided Mr. Budgett; 'thoughii7r
didn't think those little rascals would
make a spectacle of me. AS live,
their heads are out of the window yet.
And look at the Putnams!n he ex-
claimed aloud.
Well might he stopin surprise There
was Mrs. Putnam standing in the libra '
ry window, with Abby and Sarah on emo
tiptoe beside her; the two boys at the
large upper window poking each other 20
and gggling audibly; Mr.. Putnam at afnsI
third, apparently consulting ther- s,,.
mometer, but looking across at Mr..
Budget as though he possessed farSSl :
more interest for him than any degree !, "a
on the indicator; and lastly, Jane and
Bridget on the side stoop, gazing as > ~
though they were candidates for Bar-d o.
NUNS. ,..I ,..., ,,.,,sE;L . A.,
Uncle Bulge turned abruptly and '"-
went home. a 1.i-l' a''0 a1ai lsl1E "a
''Polly, what s the matter with mep''l,oui
he asked, walking into the dining-room,
where Aunt Bulge was drying her cof- 70 :
fee-cupsa San Berkyille is agog.i' Iasio94g
"Berkville agogr' cried Aunt Bulge,
inspecting Mr.. Budget, critically. O'.'
"rm sure don't know over what. isdi
However, the boys are up to something, "a,
for they said as much. " y
/ "Of course they are," agreed UnclevoN z
Bulge; ''but can't you takeit of, PollyP sAi
It's on my back, / guess" /, 49,, H., ,,,f,r
etGo
Budge. ''Why don'u you shake yom-igsi
self, Jaeobp''uoa ,.t.gl-.J,.e, sidf loa sa N
Uncle Bulge laughed heartily, ,
ut would be as WELL" advised Aunt isA
Bulge, ''to give 'em the gold at once, cd
for they'll play the trick, Jacob, what
ever it is, on you till you do.
"Give them the goldP'f exelaimedT
Uncle Bulge, wonderngly. my dear bn,
Polly what do you meanp'
'1hey say you promised 'em apgold yaf
piece last year if they'd come on and I,
fool you this" M
II didP' with still more surprise In "a
his voice--'I didP iPon my word I'd bnl
forgotten it. Well, WELL" producing II 1
the purse that Polly had knitted for him
years ago. "Where are the rascalsP''
Then going to the stairs, ''Rick and
= Karl, come down here" he called,
with an affected sternness in his voice.
'sThe idea of your daring to make guy !,
of your old uncle!' -. ~
1--WE haven't made guy Of you!h %
said the boys, rushing down; sands 1t saii
isn't a mean fool at all, Uncle Budge,asgs
for it really nUtiiins." ft l, IA af.s,i, q
"Nothingp' echoed Aunt Budge. I-.-f
"Why is everybody staring, thenp'' -,
= "Only the Putnams," they explained.
ave sent a telegram to the boys - 30
TELLING them whatP" interrupted
Uncle Bulge. ''Notall aboutit. lhopep' Sa
! r' g No; merely to be on the lookout ha
for you" e,e nal gftg s.is
You don't mean itr' chuckled u
Uncle Bulge; "and that that whole
family is fooled from garret to cellar, ~.
miIkman included. Well, well, pretty
good, pretty good. You deserve ares !
ward, boys, for there'll be few trickslpS
played to-day thatll end as pleasantly ~
as this. It's the right kind of one, landl1ts
the more of that sort the merrier.n d sas.
! Beauties, amt theyP" cried Aunt /. a
Bulge, admiringly, as the boys laid -
their gold pieces on the table where the
sun came streaming in, and called her
> to look at them. "' ~. ~h' =
"Seems to me-" said Karl, "they're iif
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