Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1881-11-30

build, but short in proportion to her
bulk, with complexion like an uncooked
muffin, and eyes in chronic state OF
moisture, apt to overflow on slight
provocation. She was elephantine in
her movements, wheezy and faint in her
voice, and lachrymose in her general
views. Aunt Agatha, who had been
chirping merrily, Strengthened herself in
her chair as the click OF the front gate
announced the approach of this obnox-
ious parsonage.
"Well! % exclaimed my aunt as she
waddled into the room.
"Oh-h-h |" sobbed Miss Payne, sink
ing unlimited into a chair.
Ny aunt eyed her with profound con-
tempt, but gave her time to recover
breath before she asked:
"Well, Miss Payne, have you any
thing to say why I should not put this
matter in the hands of my lawyer, and
take proceedings against you for your
abominable trespass %
Miss Agathap' gasped the offender,
& declare you brighten me, and my
heart is that bad"
"Stuff?" said Aunt Agatha promptly.
"Only think, Miss Agatha, what's
the use of going to law with me-
CT know" broke in my aunt, "that
whether you boil snow or pound it, you
get only water; but to put up with such
an abominable outrage as this is to in.
vite injury Those that make them.
selves sheep have no call to complain il
wolf eats them"
MY dear Miss Agatha, pleaded Miss
Payne.
"Don't 'dear Miss Agatha me,
woman, f" said my aunt, sit makes me
sick"
CT declare, Miss Agatha, I'm more
vexed than you can think. You know
damp makes me so miserable"
81 don't know" said my aunt alb
ruptly.
1T really does, and the ivy did make
the wall damp"
"Then you should have told me about
it, and not sent people trespassing in my
garden.
+" 1 never thought, Miss Agatha, Job
son was going to do SO much. [ told
him just to trim the ivy SO that it didn't
make the wall Damp
81 don't believe it." said my aunt.
81 know Jobson very well, and you told
him to cut it down or he wouldn't have
done SO, and you made him believe that
L knew all about it"
81 didn't really, Miss Agatha: no real
ly didn't. When saw what he'd done.
you might have knocked me down with
a feather, I'm SO sorry you were an
noyed-"
Annoyed!" said my aunt. with vehe-
mence. "Miss Payne, could have
skinned you r'
Poor Miss Payne gave start of such
unmistakable alarm that my aunt's sense
of the comic overcame her indignation,
and she broke into laughter, after which
she felt that it was quite hopeless to pro-
long the interview, and she accordingly
brought it to an abrupt close, saying:
"WeIl, Miss Payne, it's no use crying
over split milk. don't forgive you yet,
and it's no use pretending that I do, but
l will not say anything more about this
affair. But If ever you do such thing
again, [ won't spare you, mind that"
"Ah, now, Miss Agatha, said the old
lady, gathering spirit with this promise,
"don't half do the thing while you are
about it. Let us be friendly and neigh
borly."
owe may come to that in time" was
the reply. "He's fool that asks much,
and he's more fool that grants it. / feel
very sore about this matter, can tell
you, and L shall take week and day
to get over it. And now the less that s
said about it the more likely I shall be
to forget it, so good-by."
Miss Payne gasped, heaving her deep
est sigh, shook her underdone head, and
waddled off.