The Osceola times., 1884-09-27

thing all right on the first and seconc
quarter and was coming along splendid
ly, and drew up on the strangers just IN
sight of the distance pole, and usually
feel little tired then ard rest myself or
the strangers.
"And wbo," said airily, sis the PLACID
old female who had her face ironed out
while it was hot?"
THAT was Mr.. Squaretop's mother.
Mrs. Squaretop said half smiling, and ]
felt elated. Evidently the old lady was
not SO placid as she looked.
sand old before taking" said "this
forlorn old ghost'just disappearing into
his shady collar"
That was Mrs. Squaretop's uncle, a
grand old man, one of the signers of the
Declaration of independence. That is
he would have signed il, she exclaimed
only the soliciting committee got all the
signatures they wantedjust before they
got to him. had struck snag, but
not bad one. The uncle was out OF
place, anyhow. He ought to be run
down. | laughed and said:
"This only boy who has just been
blown up in powder mill-did his
friends know that he contemplated this
photograph"
That was her fathers cousin, who was
very dear to her. 1t has always been
considered by good judges an excellent
picture. She said it again, and left out
the good and placed the emphasis on
plain, unadorned judges. Somehow l
wished she wouldn't.
next found a pirate stricken with
remorse," which proved to be her half
brother, whom she loved more dearly
than any of her own brothers and then
| tried to even up by praising the angel
ic face for man to love; there was a
countenance to shine IN a mans home
and his heart like sunshinev-ah.h!
1t was Mr.. Squaretop's first wife.
Then | went at 1t again and tried to
check the falling Thermometer by saying
that the imbecile with the curly hair
would look less like an ass if he had
simply had his hat photographed, as
that was evidently what he had borrow
ed that silk tile for, but as the imbecile
was Mr.. Squaretop's dearest cousin it
was failure, and l settled down for a
final effort on "the squab with the snub
nose," and wondered If he had as many
brains as he had buttons and freckles,
adding that it was marvellous how awful
ly black red hair always took in a pho
togmph. 1t was Mrs. Squaretops eldest
son. now at West Point, and was great
ly relieved by the opportune entrance of
at hot IL
bowed, and | waited for an introduction.
got it.
"This was Man." she said.
"Featherly," said, bowling.
"Leatherhead." she accepted sweetly
"he came to look at two rooms in the
south wing, but think they will hardly
suit him. They are scarcely airy
enough"
didn't want them to think was rum
ming away or was frightened, and SO /
sauntered down the road after | said
good-5y with slow motions, but taking
awful strides. So wasn't 500 yarde
down the road before Mr.. Squaretop
emerged over the orchard fence, calling
on me to stop minute. He might as
well asked me to stop whole week. A
man clad in the habiliments of a pillow
boy is not arrayed for foot-race, and
before was quite across the county
line he had given up the chase.
] still retained unimpaired my excel
lent voice for photograph albums, but |
have no patience with people who scat
ter their relatives all the way through
them. What shall it profit visitor il
he wade safely and gracefully through
twenty-nine pages and then founder in
100 fathoms on first cousin or an only
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