The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1888-11-22
STORM AND SUNSHINE.

"Shoo! shoot drat the hens! Look
at the wretches a-diggin' up my garden
seedsr And Miss Penelope Blossom
ran as fast as her rheumatic knee would
permit toward the offending fowls, her
blue gingham apron, outspread from
each corner ''like a sail all set to
favoring gales" Tapping up and down
In unison with her shrIll "Shoo! shoe
shoo!'
The hens and their lordly leader fled
In dismay before this indigo clad ap.
partition behind them.
cpd like to wiring your ncck!
calculated tho wrathy spinster, as she
chased them quite a distance up thu
road to secure herself against their re-
turn to her domains.
"Eh-what, madame?" cried out I
little, stout, red-haired gentleman
whom Miss Blossom, in her zeal, hat
run into. The sudden collision cam,
near demolishing tho little man, WHIT
could only gasp, "You've nearl,
knocked the breath out of my bodyp
'Iwus talkin' to them chickens,
Miss Blossom said, apologetically.
"Oh, yon didn't mean my neck
then9" burying broad smile in th'
depths of red cotton handkerchief.
Td feel enough like it if you wa
the owner OF the pesky crcaturesr' sh
returned wrathfully.
II would take my chances Of be ing
hurt much by such fair hands," bowins
gallantly, but not without trifo 0
sarcasm in the tone of his words.
A faint suspicion entered Miss Bios
som's mind.
':Be you the owner?' she demanded
pointing with one long, bony finger t.
the still flying fowls ahead of them
who were now vaulting lightly into he
next door-new-neighbor's yard.
Forum atcly-I think I may say
they are mine, seeing they have beel
the means of making mo acquainted
with my fair neighbor, Miss Blossom.
"Humphp' answered his fair neigh
Dor, bearing in mind her ruined garden
'1t mayn't be so fortunate if they cur
a-diggin in my garden agin," with
grim smile.
''May ask what you would do il
that cascs' he asked blandly, yet ther
was trifle of glitter in his roun,
blue eyes.
"Pot-pie is good" was the ominou
answer.
''Such pies are very dear under som
circumstances, came the meaning re
ply.
''Y-e-s, SO I've heard" coolly. 'Bu
haia't bit stingy; Pll ask you iu t
dine," making stiff little curtsy.
THANK you; I'll come, and brin
along little pepper to season it with
not exactly the kind that comes i
boxes-somsthing trifs moro biting,
significantly.
"While you wus about it you Nigh
fetch some salt to save tho meal frol
bein' fiat Mr.-Mr. .-"
'My names Buberry, maam-Josia
Jarolehem Bilberry, I'll have 70
understand" with rising wrath.
'Got most as many names as chick
ems" disdainfully.
'Tve got what the Lord evidentl
left out OF your composition" angrily
"What's thata' advancing wit
mutual ire toward the enemy.
Sense" he snortod," forgetting h
manners entirely in his rage.
'You' re an impudent manp
"You're sassy womanw
What might have followed and bee
my sad place to record, was presente
by the sudden appearance of ia
young girl, as sweet looking as Jur
rose, attended by an equally handson
young man. The belligerent attitud,
OF the tall woman and short little ms
caused these two lovers, who had bee
secretly walking and talking, as love
are won. to do, to cry out in simu
taneous oncert--
"Aunt Penelopei What is the ma
teri"
"Uncle Joshl What does th
mean7'
"Matter enough, should think I" r
torted Miss Blossom, glaring fiercely
the young man. who is he2" donatir
the subject by one long forcing
pointed so near the aforesaid ''he'
handsome eyes, that he involuntari
retreated step or two.
'.Mr. Bilberry, auntie," began the or
barrassed young girl, but was cut sho
by her indignant relative.
"Tve had enough of Bilberrys (
one dayF' with whitening glaze,
the little man. ''Come, Miss, y,