The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1882-03-23
She had expected some wild outbreak O


was audible in the utter stiffness of the
night, and so for moment they stood.
There is one thing Of which must warn
you," Amy continued. If come to you, il
is with no more thaa with the clothes wear.
do not do you the injustice to think that
you love me for what you think shall bring
you; but must in justice to myself and you,
tell you this. This property is nine so long
as remain single. When l marry it passes
to the next of kin, John Jackson. You knew
my uncle, and how strange his ideas were
upon many subjects. If you choose to
take me penniless as am, am yours.
He bent over her, murmuring inarticulate
| words of passionate love. What did ne
care for lands or money!"
Il have enough for both" he said." Let
it go, without another thought"
"Egad," said voice at which they both
started. II seem to have got out OF the
frying pan into the fire."
"Good evening, Mr.. Quodling," said Amy.
calmly. you couldn't have come at luck
Ter moment
I'm glad to hear it, returned MIR. Quod-
ling, with short fat laugh. u was begin
ming to think I was very much in the
way. There's q couple in the parlor, your
Cousin John and Miss Stanley, in state
of most complicated misery, chiefly due,
think, TO my appearance. So relieved
'em Of my company and Gaze out here,
and, by Jove! what quarters the moon IN,
Tescam?"
Mr. Quodling was the one solicitor and
land surveyor of the district, and was a
widower and amisogynist, having expended
the whole of his admiration of the fair sex,
at least according to loca report. apon the
composite of the epitaph Of Mrs. Quod-
ling, deceased.
mir. Tescam," said Amy, ignoring the
solicitors Aippancy. has done me the hon
or to request my hand" (Mr. Quodling
whistled.) Il have accepted his proposal,
and have informed him of the clause in my
unces will which provides that the prop
erty at present hold goes, on my marriage,
to my next of kin, my cousin John, OF
course"
Mr.. Quodling stared blankly at the
speaker.
MIR. Tescam is quite content with the
arrangement" proceeded Amy, with calm
business like aspect; so that you will
consider the matter settled and take the
necessary steps"
why, what on earth-?" began Quod-
ling, with bewildered face; but Tescam
cut him short.
Miss Jackson has stated the case quite
correctly, said he, "and hope there will
be no more delay than necessary.
"But 1 protest" said Mr.. Quodlinng,
'sagainst my clinentI robbing herself in"
Don't trouble yourself to protest at all,
Mr.. Quodling," said Any. Then, in
rapid undertone: "Be quiet anu say. moth
ing. What business is it of yours?"
She moved away with Tescam, and left
Quod!ing plamte lo.
"Is the woman mad?" gasped the lawyer,
cor is it 3 dream? There's no such pro-
vision in the will at ALL know it by
heart"
He stopped, as though struck by an idea
which aided him in the solution Of the
difficulty.
well, I'm blessed! this is go!" he ex-
claimed. And, having thus relieved his
feelings, he followed the couple into the
house.
Jack, =" said Amy, as she entered on Tes-
cams arm. Il have something to tell you
which concerns US both. Sit still, Ada
am by no means sure that it doesn't con-
Germ yor."
With this preface she repeated what sne
had already communicated to the lawyer.
upen which Jack turned for assurance.
Mr.. Quodling, with his hands thrust to the
bottom of his pockets, and bis eyes exam
ing the ceiling, backed Amv's statement
with the internal addition. Lord forgive
mel"
Jack sat, g]aring about him, stunned by
his unexpected accession to fortune.
Am I nad?" he asked, unwittingly
quoting Mr. Quodling.
ooh, no, replied that worthy, you are
not mad" He bestowed glance on Amy,
as though to say: THAT way madness
lies," and turned his eyes again to the
ceiling.
Jack crossed the room to where Ada sat,
the color of peony, and took her hand.
Amy" he said, confidence for conf
dence, you have introduced me to your fu-
ture husband. Let me make known to you
my future wife.-Beloravia:
How Faithful Wife Tried to Relieve
He1 Husbands Pain.
From the New Orleans Times
Wriggles had some teeth pulled lately,
and took cold in his jaw, which sw-elled I'M
til it looked like prize watermelon. He
pousticed it and bandaged it, all to no pur-
pose, and walked the floor several nights
with it, quoting choice extracts from Bob
Ingersoll's lectures, but all to no purpose;
it kept on swelling. The other morning he
remarked to his wife that he'd give $50 to
any one that would hit him tremendous
vi ~ ouAOcuAS "AtAOOG AAo CApcCIAuS,
it, to see if it wouldnt burst the swelling.
The dear woman, smiling to herself, went
and gathered o bootjack, and stepping up
quietly behind the old man aske was trying
to strain some coffee through his teeth, low
ingy inquired:-"Wh Ioes it pain you
most, Wrig:" 20, Lord! right here.
right here, replied he, as he turned his
jaw up and pointed to the apex of the pro-
tuberance. Taking step back the dear
WOMAN raised the bootjack On high and hit
him a regular bungstar1er right in the GEN.
ter of the calamity, and smiliagly stepped
back to await results. The old mans
knees few to his chm as he shut up like
patent rat trap, and with hollow groan he
rolled off the chair on to the floor. But he
was up in moment, and as he danced the
can-can, with original variations, his wife
sml!ingly asked: Did it relieve you, DEAR"
And as he tried to howl out an answer old
Mrs. Pry, who had just dropped in, beat
hasty retreat. And now the whole neigh
borhood has it that Mr.. W1iggles has got
EN- again. And as Mrs. Pry remarked,
That ere CONT will be the death o some
o these old baldheads yet, settin' up to
watch it.