Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1881-05-19

ored, but they told their tale to Mrs.
| Mainwaring Trumpet as clearly as il
they had been azure or jetty orbs, sig
4 mailing from the most delicate environ
ment Of hair and cheek. Mrs. Main
! waring Trumpet saw that the Rev.
Arthur Arrowsmith had fallen in love
with her. To show her appreciation of
his taste and her reciprocity, she
bounded into love with him-took a
kind of header into the sentiment, and
Immersed herself with an amazing
splash. They were engaged two days
after. Mrs. Mainwaring Trumpet talked
about the affair everywhere. She
laughed over it, cried over it, grew
crimson about it, published it on the
housetops, swore her friends to secrecy
about it, and generally behaved like
Mrs Mainwaring Trumpet gone mad
outright, which may be taken to denote
mania of sevenfold power.
She courted Mr.. Arrowsmith at the
Sunday school, and stood so close to
| him when. he came to visit her class that
one morning she trod on his corn and
made him jump three PAGES clean, with
| squeak that frightened the whole
room. She ogled him from her front
seat in the gallery with such directness
and power that several times he lost his
place and spoiled his best sentences.
She ran after him in the street, coming
up to him-sly, solemn and cadaverous
as he was-au breathless and heat,
which, at her time of life, did very well
for bushes. She sent him presents of
slippers that he could not wear because
they we're too small, and worsted jack
cts for the cold weather, which hung
about him in vast loose folds, because,
in her headlong way, she had taken the
measure of her own frame for the pat
tern. She never lost an opportunity of
talking about him, praising him, drag
ging him forward and linking him with
herself. Mrs. Mainwaring Trumpet
vowed and declared that every night of
her life she dreamed of Mr.. Arrowsmith
without ceasing, and awoke calling upon
his beloved name. In fact, her love
was perfect cataract, always going on,
and making a most tremendous noise in
the meantime.
At last grand idea struck her, in
pursuit of which she started for London
by the early express, getting to Padding
ton at ten o'clock. She gave the porter
half crown to catch her the very first
cab. She told the cabman that she
would give him half a sovereign if he
drove her to Dollond's in twenty-five
minutes. She sprang from her cab and
rushed into the shop painting, and de-
manded to see the very best telescope
manufactured for field use. She saw
one with stand complete for forty
pounds, tried it in St. Paul's Church.
yard, bought it, paid for it in five pound
notes, got her discount for cash, was in
her cab and rafting back to Paddington
again exactly in ten minutes and a half.
She caught the return express and was
home again before lunch, having travelled
between two and three hundred miles
and transacted all her business. Her
lunch was a pheasant, and she ate the
bird to the bones and then set about
completing her design.
Mrs. Mainwaring Trumpet's boudoir
window looked straight across to the
rectory, at a distance of about one mile.
In her boudoir window she erected her.
telescope, aimed full at the dining-room
and study of the rectory. She adjusted
the focus, and, scarcely breathing with
excitement, applied her eye to the glass.
A long silence ensued. Adams, the
maid, who stood by, with a serious ex-
preston carefully spread over derisive
grin, began to think that the experiment
had failed, when, after a long interval,
Mrs. Mainwaring Trumpet sprarfg to
her feet with violence which upset the
telescope, stand and all.
"I saw him." she cried, triumphant
ly, "as plainly as if he were in this
room!"
With trembling fingers she set up the
glass again, and now, in more COM
posed frame of mind, began to explore |
anew. Another long silence followed;
and then Mrs. Mainwaring Trumpet,
never taking her eye from the glass,
called out in a grave voice, like an as
tronomer who discovers comet, but
who, having expected it, is not amazed,
only gravely elated:
"Adams, Adams, he is at his din
ner l know everything. Soup three
times and fish twice; shoulder of mutt
ton three times at least, and I am not
sure about fourth, for 1 breathed on
the glass and had to clean it. Sweets
twice, for certain; cheese, dessert and
six glasses of wine in all. I think,
Adams, do think
.sThey requires it, ma'am," Adams
said, firmly; sits the call of nature,
that's what it isl
We'll, suppose so,n the mistress
said, reasoning with herself, as her maid |
prepared to 90 down stairs. I" You see |
my size, and how little eat.''
"Just SO, ma'am," Adams said. i
"The doctor says,' continued Mrs. |
Mainwaring Trumpet. laughing, "that
I live on my fat" 20
ssThat's just it, ma am,'' Adams said,
leaving the room; only when the door
was closed behind her she added:
ssThree eggs and bacon to breakfast
this morning, and cold trout, with
to follow. That's living on
your fat, I suppose. Well, it's easy
knowing what your fat lives on"
Under the most favorable circum-
stances Mrs. Mainwaring Trumpet never
could keep a secret long, and now, in
her elation at her own brilliancy, she
told several friends of the contrivance
by which she was enabled to watch her
beloved one at all hours. OF course,