The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-04-30

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chalked on his back.
''Ye don't name itr' cried the in
terested Bridget "Oh, thin byes!
thin By esr' and she flew after the de-
parting milkman with the news, omit
ting, however, the word probably
But to return to Mr.. Budget just
as he was putting on his coat he heard
whispers of,
He going, Karl, as sure as I'm alivep'
y" And hasn't noticed it. Well, that's
too good" .Ilr.,v.
Hes looking in the glass now"
Sh-sh! don make SO much noise"
He sees it, Pm sure, or he'd have
| gone long ago" 'E's aal a. l9gi
Ssh Ash! can't you?" ~ CO.. Hq.
Mr.. Budgett heard it all. 81 believe
Eve left my pocketbook," he said, half
aloud, as he turned to 90 upstairs.
"It's all up now" said Karl, vexedly.
"Maybe not. Keep dark"
Couldn't very well do otherwise I'M
der these coats. Why doesn't he go?
I'm smothering." "ij Hi -Ta I'D Z
This decided Mr., Budget. Up he
went, and with Aunt Budge's hand
glass and the mirror took a complete
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"Did you find itP'' called Aunt
Bulge, as he came down again.
"Yes, from Uncle Bulge, who was
listening for more whispers. +H'
"We'l open the window, and watch
him down the street."
"Sh-sh! How the Putnams will
starch al 80 III
A suppressed giggle followed.
The shutting of the front door was a
signal for the boys to rush wildly out of
the hall closet into the dining-room,
where Aunt Bulge was lowering over
the breakfast dishes. a.. ...t5S
putting on her glasses. ooh, what red
faces! Did YOU get shut IMP" $500.
Were fooling Uncle Bulge" said
Rick, breathlessly. "He promised us
each a gold piece if we COULD" and he
dashed upstairs after Karl 5Il ao
/ They raised the windows cautiously,
! but not too quietly for Uncle Bulge.
He heard but did not look up, though
he began to feel little i'll at ease; and
no less so when the milkman, who was
dashing away from the Putnams', refined
in his horses very noticeably, nudged
the small boy on the side Of the wagon,
and both looked curiously at him.
Mr.. Budget walked few steps, then
looked furtively behind him. Imagine
his feelings at discovering that the
milkman had stopped his horses, and
that the small boy was running quietly
after him, but. stopped as he noticed
Mr.. Budget glance around
"There certainly is something
wrong" decided Mr.. Budgett; s'though
didn't think those little rascals would
make spectacle of me. AS / live,
their heads are out of the window yet.
And look at the Putnamsr' he ex-
claimed, aloud.
Well might he stop in surprise. There
was Mrs. Putnam standing in the libra
ry window, with Abby and Sarah on
tiptoe beside her; the two boys at the
large upper window poking each other
and giggling audibly; Mr.. Putnam at a
third, apparently consulting a Their
mometer, but looking across at Mr..
Budget as though he possessed far
more interest for him than any degree
on the indicator; and lastly, Jane and
Bridget on the side stoop, gazing as
though they were candidates for Bar
NUNS. .. .,.,..r,e. .t..
Uncle Bulge turned abruptly and
went home. d
"Polly, what's the-matter with meP''
he asked, walking into the dining-room,
where Aunt Bulge was drying her cof-
fee-cups. "All Berkville is agog."
"Berkville agogr' cried Aunt Bulge,
inspecting Mr.. Budget. critically.
I'm sure l don't know over what.
However, the boys. are up to something,
for they said as much" ~
"Of course they are" agreed Uncle
Budge; "but can t you take it of, Pollyp
It's on my back, guess. "aa1n4t
something aliven' screamed Aunt
Bulge. why don't you shake your;
self, Jacobp' '''1 i3'' -'"iH 90
Uncle Bulge laughed heartily lH
sit would be as we'll, 4" advised Aunt
Bulge, ''to give 'em the gold at once,
for they'll play the trick, Jacob, what
ever it is, on you till you DOM 81
"Give them the goldp' exclaimed
Uncle Bulge, wonderingly. "My dear
Polly, what do you meanP' uos
.'They say you promised EN- gold
piece last year !, if they'd come neon on and
II didP' with still more surprise in
his voice-'I did? Pom my word I'd
forgotten it. Well, well,' producing
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.
1.-The idea of your daring to make a guy
of your old uncle! yt3I p -i5rG
eve haven't made q guy of you"
said the boys, rushing down 'and it
isn't mean fool at all, Uncle Bulge,
for it's really nothing" .1', Hia,t 7#
2" Nothingp echoed Aunt Bulge.
"Why is everybody staring, thenP' ~
"Only the Putnams," they ex.
planned. "We sent telegram to the
boys" 2eHrN at',fug9
"Telling them whatP'' interrupted
Uncle Bulge. Not all aboutit. hopep
"No; merely to be on the lookout
for YOU" w 'o''1 ~ 74i-'' s,
"You don't mean itr' chuckled
Uncle Budge; go and that that whole
family is fooled from garnet to cellar,
milkman included. Well, we'll, pretty
good, pretty good. You deserve re
ward, boys, for thefe'll be few tricks
played'to-day that'll end as pleasantly
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