Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1883-01-26
THE END OF GRANDPNS STORY.

lucu Icsl-ut Nuc rutuci
THE END OF GRANDPA'S STORY.
"Well, I'm surc!" said Mahala to
hersel as she drew the plaid muslin
curtain quickly across the lower half
the'kitchen window. "What impu-
dence!'
etwcen Mahala's kitchen window
and the principal road OF Elmtown lay
only strip of garden glowing with all
the bright autu overs known TO
nature, and set between box borders
and tiny paling fence. The house
itself was olive, picked out with Indian
red; and on the len, hung small sign
bearing the inscription, "lsaAEL CAMr,
Nj. d." n fact, it was the do tors
house, and Dlahnla was he do tor
daughter. AMI managed wonderfully,
the neigh ors said with one little col
ored girl IRON the Orphanagc. At pres
ent she was max ng rol poly for
dinner, and had been greatly aggravat-
ed. for, naturally, she desired to see
what she was doing, an had drawn the
curtain back-and a wagon full of
boarders from Captain ! eeler's hal
driven past every one turning his head
to stare. And then man in gig with
a lady, who had said aloud, in su Ii a
condescending tone: "What pretty
oottage!" And then young nan, in
dandy sportsman costume, with gun
on his shoulder, and followed by boy
with a game bag, had sauntered by,
never taking his eyes off the window.
Actually glaring at me-" said Ma
hala- 81 declare it is too bad. wish
the house WASH right in the middle of
the road, so that everybody that goes
past an glare right into the Kitchen"
she added, in temper. "lt's like
living in peep show"
~ by Mahaly." piped the old grand.
father, from his splint-bottomed chair,
Tilted pre- ariously on its hind legs on
the porch why, Mahaly, you wo. ldn t
like to be sot ba in the middle of q
grove, like the Cappen's folks at the
Hillp'
"Yes, would" said Mahala, with
emphasis.
"Why, Mahalv." repeated the old
man, n Idly, as one addresses deliri-
Gus person, "you couldn't see no teams
60 by. Don't you admire to see teams9
1 do. PNe seen Jones' AMI Falls and
StOAo tiib cCiCi . olhSC L SUI uClc.
"Oh. we'll grandpa" said Mahala,
recovering her amability, an smiling
over the huckleberries, ~ suppose it is
interesting to those who like it, and l
dom care until those great droves of
summer boarders rush down here, and
keep flying by. all rigged IL glarng in
at the windows. with their white teath-
ers and red parasols and black mus
taches, when I'm cooking at the win
dows in my calico frock. You'll own
that's trying"
This speech, incomprehensible as it
might have been to a fore gner new to
the language, was quite ineligible to
the erson to whom it was addressed,
who answered. slowly:
"Well, those folks up at the Cappen's s
do dress fine, ! must allow, but YOU re
prettier than any OF 'em, you know, Ma
haly."'
Flattery, even from ones grand rath-
er, is sweet Mahala laughed, and two
dimples came into her cheeks.
you favor your grandma, Mahaly,"
continued the old man, "and she was
called the belle of Elmtown when
courted her. She had forty-two offers
of marriage, and was the worst, and
she had me"
'Pve never had one yet" said Ma
hala, rolling up the dumping in its
cloth and looking in the boiling pot
as she carefully dropped it in. What
is more, there's no one to mike me one
Nota single young man in the place."
perhaps one will pass by on team.
Then you won't despise en- So" said
the grandfather. ~ know gal that
lived away up on mounting, and not
livin' soul came by once n year, and
one day one of them civil eng neers, as
they call 'em, was sent to measu otf
the mounting. and he saw her milking
the COW, and"
Here he paused, and Mahala gave q
shrek.
A painting, trembling boy, with his
eyes sticking out of his head, had sud-
denly dashed into the garden, and stood
before them painting and calculating {:
''He killed himself He's killed
himself %
% Is it fatherp" gasped Mahala, trem-
bling so that she could hardly stand.
Hush. child. No. You've come for
the doctor, haven't youp" asked the old
man. "Who is itpn
"ItH Mr. Archer. He's shot," painted
the boy. Hes all blood guess he s
dead, Send the doctor. Don't let them
hang me; didn't do it purpose. He
gave me his gun TO hold, and it went of. !"
''Ef he'd kDowed you as well as do,
Bill. he wouldn't hev given it TO you to
hold" said the old man; "but you
won't be hung. Where is he ? Mahaly,
90 hunt up your father. Here, come
aong, show me where he is"
Away went the old man and the boy.
In minute more the doctor. who had
been turn Dg his pumpkins in the little
field behind the house, was seen 10 leap
to the fence and run up the road after
them, with his glasses ON his forehead,
and straw in his hair, and Mahala, sit,
ting on tho porch to quiet down. soon
saw sad procession advancing: the
doctor, his father-in-law, and two farm
laborers. bearing amongst them shutter
on which lay figure in dandy sports
man s attire-all bloody and bemired-
Billy following behind with game-bag
gun and cap. and other portable prop
erty.
is II serious. papap' asked Mahala.
go open up the bed in the spare
room, and go over to your aunt's and
stay until send for ou, II you feel like
fainting." replied The doctor.
Mahala obeyed the first behest, but
did not go to her aunts. She sat in the
kitchen watching her dumplng. anC
feeling remorseful.
That was the young man who stare,
30. Ali he 10 not staring now, poor fel
LAs las saA L. - a