Northwest enterprise. [volume] (Anacortes, Wash. Ter.) 1882-1887, 1883-05-19
ANACORTES t. SATURDAY, MAY 49,
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III up somehow or dnOUner.
To tell the truth, it was more the
meddling of the women-folks than
anything else which had set MIR. Spat-
terdock against his nephew's choice
"Real common sort of folks they
are" declared Mrs. Ruhama Chickpea
land nobody knows where they come
from nor what they've ben. ]
shouldd't low it, Mr.. Spatterdock"
But as Mrs. Chickpea's eldest
daughter, Rebecca, was knwon to be
setting her cap" for Rob Greenaway,
perhaps her testimony should be taken
with some allowance.
"Peor as church mice, too" put in
the Widow Smilax, who was supposed
to have an eye on Mr.. Spatterdock
himself. "Of course, it's Rob's money
they're after"
And Mr.. Spatterdock had gone
home thoroughly convinced that it
was his duty to save his nephew from
the snare that had been spread for
him
*
And this is Miss Pettigil' Miss
Penny Pettigil?' tftf f8
yes" att gt -
Mr.. Spatterdock glanced sharply
around at the home-like appearance
of the tiny room in which he was
standing, and looked curiously into
the elfish brown eyes fixed on his own,
If this was Penny Pettigil he was
in deuce of pickle! Why, the little
witch was beauty, out and out ut-and
a lady, too!
Buy her off, Mr.. Spatterdock wonld
as soon have thought of -of-of any
thing else in the worldI
And somehow or other, he could
never tell exactly how it happened,
but there he was, sitting in a little.
chintz covered rocking chair. chat
ting of Rob, and everything else un-
der the sun, while Penny Pettigils
wonderful, elf-brown eyes flashed and
sparkled, or dropped their dusky
lashes over cheeks that glowed like
crimson coral.
"H'm! Rob's lucky fellow, after
ALL" muttered the uncle, as he walked
home with his head in the clouds,
metaphorically, his heart beating,
in a way he had never
known it to beat before. -,
Throwing himself away, indeed!
It's her that's a-throwing herself
away, if anything. Poor grill She'll
be lonesome while Rob's gone. l must
drop in often" atl H
The villagers held quite aloof from
the Pettigil's, but Mr.. Spatterdock
made ample amends for their neglect.
Mrs Pettigil, Penny's mother, was
q sweet faced old lady. and Penny
herself was as piquant and change
able as an April day. udi5
And so you sent Rob off to git him
away from that girl, MIR. Spatter-
dock?"
The Widow Smilas, after lingering
on the way home from church until
Mr. Spatterdock overlook her. was
the most of the opportunity
thus afforded. .e.t,a..f.st "a
"That kind of girls is so artful, to
be sure! But it seems most "a pity
that you took so much trouble, now
that the girl has gone away herself"
"Gone away--herself?" Mr.. Spat-
terdock stared. 5sen
"Why, yes, to be sureY' Didn't you
know it? She went the week before
Rob did. Went to visit her married
sister, L hear, alvin out at Sweet
gum Holler." ISL leif
Mr.. Spatterdock wondered whether
he really had gone crazy or not. But,
of course, there was some mistake!
He declined the widows invitation
to dinner, much to her disappoint-
ment, and went at once to learn the
truth of the matter. tna.. ..t..
II thought you knew it was my
cousin that Mr.. Gieenaway came to
see," exclaimed Penny, dropping her
eyes, bashfully. "Her name is Penny,
too, though we generally call her Pen,
to distinguish us. Her sister was
taken sick, and she went to stay with
her, and so--" '0l 3" '.--1.' f..
sand 80, Penny--ny Penny--you
are really free. and you do care
enough for me to be my little wife|
Whatever the answer was, there was
a double wedding at the tiny cottage
when Rob came home. and the village
who had refused to receive
the plebeian Pettigils. now had occa-
sion to wonder whether Mrs Simeon
Spatterdock and Mrs. Rob Greenaway
would receive them.