Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1886-11-27


sounded with blows Of choppers and Gag
er voices Of buyer and seller. The beef
was readily obtained, and, being OF a
moist nature, was confued TO the basket.
They next halted in little corner which
was fresh and sweet with an all-per-
vading creamy order, like that OF a eoun-
try dairy. Great wedges of notified
cheese and frkins Of yellow butter we're
piled on counter, floor ana shelf, with
here and there a comfortable little Dutch
ball TO set OF the whole. One Of these
last Mrs. BrOwnlOw dropped into her
capaciOus carpet-bag which now dropped
nearer than ever to the floor, and betray
ed the presence Of the round cheese like
squirrel with an acorn.
Past the tubs heaped with white and
coffee-colOred eggs; past the rows Of
yellOW-jacked hams, swinging securely
from their hooks; past stall after stall,
pausing only to ask the price, and with
a sigh relinq the hope Of a
tongue, past every tempting array Of
golden and purple fruit, Mrs. BrOWnlOw
| proceeded with unhagging step.
There are occasions ia life when Mr..
BrownloW felt the heaven given supeIi-
ority Of his sex; this was not one Of them.
/ He meekly followed the familiar brown
shawl, and determined little bonnet. At
| length the goal was reached. Mr..
BroWnlOw gazed silently about hum,
/ glancing from the small remaining space
in his basket to the tiers upon tiers of
fowls Of all ages, sizes, and descriptions,
/ and for the first time in his life doubted
the wisdom OF providence IN furnishing
domestic poultry with such disPrOpOr-
tionately long iubs. His wife, however,
gave him but little opportunity for re-
! Election. By the time he remembered the
weight OF the fowls they were to pur-
chase, she had given seventeen energetic
pincLes to as many chickens, and already
was bargaining with the dealer for one
which seemed more than usually pro
tracted in neck and limb.
In a moment more he 1.-THE chicken
not Mr.. BrOwnlOw) was plunged head
IformOst into a paper bag, and with pro
digious yellow toes prOtruding in all di-
lrections, deposited upon the already
over loaded basket, Mr.. BrOwnlOw'E
eyes twinkled, as he stood helplessly
watching the transaction.
sslLy dear" he whispered, ''yOu are
quite sure you haven't purchased q
young ostrich, by mistaken"
But to Mrs. B. the affair was far toe
mOmentous for joking. How she ever
succeeded in selecting a turkey which
was lust to her mind, do not know,
But succeed she certainly did, and il
was with high satisfaction that both she
and her husband found themselves
standing outside the market at last, then
loads Of provisions heavy indeed, but
their hearts light as contentment, con
seriousness Of duty performed, and true
scpirit of Thanksgiving could make them
The wallet contained just three horse
car tickets.
They had paused moment on the
sidewalk to take breath and congratulate
themselves on their evenings work, anC
were about to start for home when a low
sob caught Mr.. BroWnlow's ear 1t was
often said among his friends that this
man heard nothing so quickly as a child'l
cry. L don't suppose a pistOl-shOt would
have stopped him so quick as this faint
half-caught breath somewhere in the
darkness.
'Hold - hold on a minute, Clarissy,'
he said hurriedIy peering into the darl
corners beside the market-pOrch, an
raising his hand to shield his eyes from
the large, wet flakes which had begun Il
fall while they were in the building. 81
thought heard - why, look, there sht
isp'
AS he spoke, he approached what a
, first seemed a bale of rags, fallen from
some passing dray, and rolled of int,
the shadow Of a large stone pillar clos
/ by. But as Mr.. Brownlow drew nearer
, the bale became suddenly alive, and
hastily rising to her feet, a wretched lit
tie creature OF perhaps fourteen years
but so pinched and twisted by POvert,
that one could hardly tell whether sh
was child or old woman, would have ru
: away into the storm had he not put on
! his hand and caught her arm, holding
. her with gentle frmness. As he di
this, the girl burst into a tOrren
3 of mingled sObs and passion
l ate words, which for some time h
+ vainly endeavored to check.
81 won't, I won't" she cried wildly
? pulling with all her might. Il won
90 to yer old station-housel Let alon
= o, me, will yer? Oh-h-h, Pm took "
a Pm took upr'
"But I'm not began ElIr. Brow
S low.
g cam warn't I kapin' stil?'' the pos
K girl went on. 'What dyer want n
= fer? 1 warn't dom no harm, I warn
s o, let me go, let me gor'
: Butt m-nOt-a policeman ''said Nj
Brownlow IN a breath. He began
d feel the awkardness Of the situation, fC
a a crowd was gathering. "Come insid
go the door with me, and tell me what 70
d were crying about, won't your
r The girl lifted her tear-streRked fac
looked at the buttons on his coat, an
J. followed him up the steps without
n word, Mrs. BroWnlOw patiently bringin
l. up the rear with the carpet bag.
'sNow, my dear" said Mr.. BrOWlo'
+, in his pleasant, fatherly way, tell n
If all about it.
Il "lIarm's gone t the Island" reptile
10 Rags concisely, pushing back her Ion
3, tangled hair from her forehead.
+ 'iWhy-" Mr.. BrownloW paused del
cately, but Rags answered without IL
slightest hesitation. ''Comm'n druE
, three months"
Mrs. BroWnlcW started invOluntaril,
a and said, "Dear meP' several times u
! der her breath.
i SIS your father alive?"
"Sure he is that, sir. HeWOr-rks f
u the city, he does, an he didn't git L
work. ter-day, at all, an mann she g
. hold o. the pay yesterday, an dhrinke
an she Wus took up, an father he ain
got nOthin' fer breakfast, ter-morrer, a
u we amt had no supper, an Mike a
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