The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1881-06-19

i am sure l can not say sid the
old msn with q puzzled countenance.
That's false said Miss Fydget. i'm
perially. If you don't know, your
gang does; and I insist On having my
turkeys back again
The old man looked bewildered.
Miss Fydget eyed him with . gszs
calculated to strike dismsy into the
most obdurste heart.
Madame he began, bnt Miss Fyd-
get interrupted him.
There's your milk said she. and
your bread. If you can eat and drink
with q good conscience. knowing my
turkeys are gone. do so.'
Apparently, Miss Fydset's turkey
chicks rested but lightly upon the con-
science of the wayfarer, for he ate and
drank TO the last mouthful.
Madame he said. as he placed the
empty bowl within the window-sill-
Miss Fydget had taken the precsution
to bolt and bar the door.
Co. said the lady CURLY.
But wished to say to you
BY way of answer. Miss Fydget took
up the rusty gun. placed it on her
shoulder, and pointed the barrel full at
her guest.
IF you don't take yourself off I'll
fire. said Miss Fydget, resolutely.
And upon this unmistakable hint,
the old man took up his cap and trudged
away as fast as be could 60.
The woman must be . maniac!' said
he to himself.
While Miss Fydget made haste to
take dose of valerian to settle her
'perturbed senses
x have had q narrow escape of it,
said she. But must get rested as
quickly as possible. and 60 to Lavina
Thorpe's to tea. The Bishop is to be
there. and I wouldn't miss the oppor'
tunity of nesting him for a thousand
dollarsr
And, between the stimulus OF the
valerian, and the calm afforded by q
bslf-hour's nap, Miss FydRet managed
to array herself in q stiff black silk
dress. with a white ribbon cap, and set
out for Lavina ThOrpe's at a few min
utes past four.
AS she crossed her dooryard, slowly
winding procession met her eye, re
turning down the rocky slopes of the
pasturage meadow-the sixteen young
turkeysl
There they come now said Miss
Fydget. with q momentary twinge oil
conscience in regard to the tramp.
However, it's all over and gone now,
and what's done can't be undoner
The company was all gathered Of
Lavina Thorpe's, the best China and
silver were out. and great punches OF
cabbage roses decked the mantel in gilt
vases, that were at least q century old.
Is he here?' nervously whispered
Miss Fydget. as she removed her hat
in the front chamber up stairs.
:The dear msn-yes!' said Miss
Thorpe. enthusiastically clapping her
hands. Walked all 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, Sc.
rene and smiling, she was led up to a
smiling old man. with gray hair and
cordial blue eye.
Miss Fydget.' said Miss Thorpe fuss
lily, let me make you acquainted with
Bishop Playfair. of Chirlta Territory
Bless my SOUL cried Miss Fydget,
dropping her fan and smelling bottle,
it's the trampP
The Bishop smiled serenely.
Miss Fydget,' said he. you never
can guess how de 'iciously cool that
milk tasted to me. And. by the way,
met Q brood of young turkeys in q stub
BILE field as / crossed from the highway
which concluded must be yours
Both joined in irresistible laughter.
and in five minutes Miss Fydget, set ct
her ease by the Bishops tact and kind.
ness. was chatting cheerfully away re-
gsrding the Cbirita missions.
But to think said Miss Lavina
Thorpe, afterward, that you mistook
the Bishop of Chirita Territory for q
tramp!'
And set him to splitting wood, and
pointed rusty musket at him. said
Miss Fydget.