Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1888-12-22
STORM AND SUNSHINE.

seedsr' Aud Miss Penelope Blossom
ran as fast as her rheumatic knee would
permit toward the offending fowls, her
blue gingham apron, outspread from
each corner 'fike sail all set to
favoring gales" Tapping up and down
In unison with her shrlll "Shoo! shoe |
shooi'
The hens and their lordly leader fed
In dismay before this indigo clad ap-
partition behind them.
cpd like to wiring your neckr'
CALCULATED tho wrathy spinstor, as she
chased them quite distan CO up the
road to secure herself against their re-
turn to her domains.
'Eh-what, madame2" cried out a
little, stout, red-haired gentleman
whom Miss Blossom, in her zeal, had
run into. The sudden collision came
near demolishing the little man, who
could only gasp, you've nearly
knocked the breath out of my bodyp'
II wus talkin' to them Chickens"
Miss Blossom said, apologetically.
'Oh, yon didn't mean my neck,
thenp burying broad smile in the
depths of red cotton handkerchief.
ST d feel enough like it if you was
the own. Sof the pesky creaturesr' she
returned wrathfully.
II would take my chances of be ing
hurt much by such fair han ds," bowling
gallantly, but not without a trife of
sarcasm in the tone of his words.
A faint suspicion entered Miss Bios
SONS mind.
BE you the ownerf' she demanded,
pointing with one long, bony finger to
the still flying fowls ahead of them,
who were now vaulting lightly into her
next door-new-ncighbor's yard.
'Fortun ately-I think may say
they are mine, seeing they have been
tho means of making me acquainted
with my fair neighbor, Miss Blossom. {"
'Humphl' answered his fair neigh
Dor, bearing in mind her ruined garden.
at mayn't be so fortunate if they cum
a-diggin' in my garden ag'in," with a
grim smile.
May ask what you would do in
that case" he asked blandly, yet there
was trife of 'glitter" in his round
blue eyes.
'Pot-pie is good" was the ominous
answer.
Such pies are very dear under some
circumstances, came the meaning re-
ply.
''Y-e-s, so I've heard" coolly. 'But
I hain't bit stingy; pll ask you in to
dine" making stiff little curtsy.
''Thank you; I'll come, and bring
along little pepper to season it with
not exactly the kind that comes in
boxes-somet thing trifo moro biting"
signifcantly.
"While you wus about it you might
fetch some salt to save the meal from
bein' fiat, MI. -"
'My names Bilberry, maam-Josiah
Jarolehem Bilberry, I'll have you
und and" with rising wrath.
Got most as many namos as chick
ems" disdainfully.
'Ivc got what the Lord evidently
left out OF your composition" angrily.
"What's thati' advancing with
mutual ire toward tho enemy.
Sense" he snorted," forgetting his
manners entirely in his rage.
"You're an impudent mani"
"You're sassy womanr'
What might have followed and been
my sad place to record, was presented
by the sudden appearance of fair
young girl, as sweet looking as June
rose, attended by an equally handsome
young man. Tho belligerent attitudes
OF the tall woman and short little man
caused these two lovers, who had been
secretly walking and talking, as lovers
are won't to do, to cry out in stimuli
taneous concert
"Aunt Penelopcl What is tho mat
teri"
''Uncle Joshl What docs this
meanT'
"Matter enough, should think p re-
torted Miss Blossom, glaring fiercely at
the young man. ''Who is he2" donating
the subject by one long forefnger
pointed SO near tho aforesaid She s"
handsome eyes, that he involuntarily
retreatcd step or two.
'Mr. Bilberry, auntie," began the en-
barrassed young girl, but was cut short
by her indignant relative.
'Tvc had enough of Bilberrys for
ono day! with whitening glance at
the little man. "Come, Miss, you
march homo with mel And don't let
me catch you meaad ering in tho woods
with any moro Bilberrys, or FL know
tho reason whyr'
you, sirp roared the diminutiv,
Aacie, hopping about like 40 animated
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