Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1886-06-05
did not match, and whose front teeth
protruded like the fanos of q rodent

relations nearer than second cousins, and
there's something about the gal that is to
be depended on!''
The neighbors looked at each other in
amazement. Mrs Osmund sewed on in
the odd, jerky ways that she had; and,
as she scwed. the little garnets and en-
eralds set around the rim of her oldfash-
io@ed gold thimble-more than cen
fury old, the gossips said-fashed like
tiny eyes of red and green fire.
"Wcll, l never" said Mrs Johnes.
"Guess her mind must be goip',"
whispered the druggists wife.
cold fools is so queer" commented
Miss Farrar, who was staring her eight
eth birthday in the face.
The supper served presently was a
complete success. The old ladies were
compelled reluctantly to admit that Mrs.
Osmund's quilting bee had been to the
other quilting bees of the neighborhood
what the sun was to mere stars. This
was as they went home at night.
The next a 'ternoon a sensation thrilled
through the place. Patience Meade had
been sent away from her situation at an
hours notice, and following close upon
this circumstance, old Mrs. Osmund had
"stroke."
"Queer!'' said Miss Farrar, ''and she
only two-and- seventy."
II knew there must be something
wrong with that pretty, simpering- faced
girl, 4" said Bethiah Willis, who seemed
to be we'll posted in all the particulars.
ats the gold thimblc, sot with precious
stones, that's been in the Osmund family
for century. She's stole it! could
a-told how it would be-"
1t was true that the gold thimble had
been missing when old Mrs. Osm,lnd
looked through her treasures next morn
ing. 1t was also true that she had ac-
cused Patience of the theft, and that in
default of her confession and restoration
of the trinket, the girl had been I'M
tremendously turned out of doors. Four
hours afterward the old woman fell in a
fit!
Patience Meade did not know whe re
Harry's sister, Harry himself came to
the door.
ooh, Harry" she gasped, 'have'you
heard? Did they tell you?"
81 have heard, "said Harry, with stern,
grave eyes. "And I never was so much
astonished in my life. If you are really
guilty, Patience, you should confess it at
once. There can be no use in equivo-
eating"
'If!" She lifted her large, blue-gray
eyes to his. eff" Then l have as
sure lily come to the wrong place. Good
by" And she was gone
From house to house she went, but
no one took her in except Fanny barton,
who worked in the factory, anal whose
brother, Milo, had charge of the tele-
graph Office.
'iGct out" honest Milo had said.
"You may as well try to make me believe
that took old Mother Osmund's gold
thimble. Patience, indeed! What air
folks thinking off,"
''The most ridiculous nonsense / ever
heard!' said Fanny.
And it was to these true-hearted par
tisans that Patience carried her broken
heart; and nothing had ever sounded
half so sweet in her ears as Milo's cordial
welcome, Fanny's words of cheering
conf, IT.
Mrs. Osmund died and was buried.
The heirs flocked to he funeral, like
crows to the death place of some ancient
eagle.
There was an auction sale at the old
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