Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1885-07-02

| SuCO u loI vi UuBS Hc pu'S tuem ~ SiccP
with medicine and sticks pins through
'em, and he has n gold watch and he
let us wind it up, and we told him to
come again some more and here he
Is ?"
Charlotte was speechless, but in some
way she found herself rising to her feet
to greet gentleman who was taking
off his hat to her anu bowling with a
grace which even Grandfather Bran
tome would have approved.
"Mss Blantome, believe"
She acQuieSced in silence.
81 am gathering materials for an his.
torical work, and was directed to you
for information concerning the antiqui-
ties of this region. And l might as
we'll say now that I have references
and all that sort of thing"
''Then you are not She stopped !;
he smiled.
mo, l am not exactly bug man,
as these little fellows have called me.
although 1 must plead guilty to slight
leaning in that direction. Yet just
now I would joyfully part with the
biggest bugs of my collection if in ex-
change l might examine your grand
fathers papers"
He was 80 gracefully genial that one
could no more be absurdly digniGed
with him than with the golden robin
singing on the Indian cross.
"Will you walk IN 2''
81 will sit out here instead II you
will permit me to do so."
So Popsey and Wopsey dragged a
chair and then stood motionless and
wonder-eyed listening to the talk of
discovery and adventure. They did
not understand it very wen until the
conversation turned to Indian lore.
Indians and bears they could compre-
heni. Then the mother, attracted by
a strange voice, drew near the door in
her melancholy, waveriDg way.
1.-THE postmaster's wife thought that
| La Sale was an Indian chief" Char.
lotte was saying, "and she had heard
of Father Marquette, but supposed him
/, the priest down at La Paz."
II met woman the other day who
thought herbarium was bug" re-
marked Mr.. Duncan. Then they
laughed.
But everything comes to an end.
The boys began a dumb show behind
the strangers back to indicate to their
sister that they were perishing for hun
ger so she let the conversation lag in
order tc end the call.
"Come tomorrow and see the papers
if you like" she said. ut will be Sat-
urday, and shall be at home to answer
questions"
He thanked her and withdrew jump.
ing over the rail fence which skirted the
field of rye, in order to get a. nearer
view of the cross, on which not one,
but dozen, golden robins We're hold
ing a vesper conclave. And the tea
kettle was soon singing in the Bran
tome kitchen song as gay as that OF
the robins, and Charlotte was not her
careful self as she picked the straw ber-
ries for tea.
"Half of 'em green," said the dis
gusted Wopsey. "'Spect she's think
ing of the bug man."
1t certainly was astonishing how
much consultation the Brantome man
uscripts needed. And, too. Mr.. Dun
can required so much assistance. lC
was s'Miss Brantome, will you kindly
read this list while l copy it ?" or,
miss Charlotte, really 1 can't make
out whether this is an or an l." all
the while. Grandfather Brantome
would have begun to inquire as to mar
riage settlements and Scotch pedigreeS
had he been alive to see those chestnut
locks, innocent of bangs, and that dark
mustache il such dangerous proximity.
It was the old story-two young heads
bencing over the same page. No word
of love had passed. All was on a
strictly business basis, the history of the
missions of the Northwest the objec-
tive aim.
But at last there was no excuse for
lingering any longer. The hills across
the prairie were red and gold, the rob-
bins had fled, and the grain around the
little burYing ground had been cut and
slowed away.
Charlotte was walking home as usu-
: al. Far away in the road two moving
dots appeared, which developed into
!. the twins as they came nearer. Tears
: were cutting briny burrows down their
not very clean cheeks. Hysterical sobs
: alone came from their mouths as they
tried to speak, but finally the sisterly
intuition eliminated these words from
= the chaos
\ "Mother has ruined away She said
o6o ,uould if mo d,dp " ston nound{no