Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1889-10-05
AUNT ATALANTA.

VINO IS AunG AGalanC& asked Mrs
Mazell.
well, she's an aunt of my first wife,
believe" said her husband. "Of course j
she comes here to spend the summer, al
she writes. I cannot turn her away"
mo-" groaned his wife. But it will be i
summer spoiit just the same, and I CAM
have my sisters here, after all"
"Well. it can't be helped, my dear
with a sigh. She will be here this after
noon" again referring to the letter in his
hand.
"Just the afternoon I set apart to visit
our new neighbors, Mr.. and Mrs. Middleton
next door," said Mrs. Mazell, with another
groan. "Oh, Harry, it really is too bad p
Even while they were discussing the un-
welcome guest, g stout cid lady with a
bird cage in one hand and a cardet-bag
in the other vas advancing upon them.
well, I think" said Aunt Atlanta to
herself, that my nephew and his bride
might have sent a carriage to meet me.
Eli? How? This must be the place. AVN
ing to all the windows-and afountain, eh?
A marble boy with no clothes on. Well, l
never did see such Extravaganza 2
And with prodigious sniff Aunt Atalanta
opened the gate and walked in. A black
eyed, cherry-cheeked young lady, who was
reading under the gold.fringed shadow of
a laburnum tree, rose and came forward,
staring hard at the musty apparition as
she did 80.
Perhaps" said she, in g. clear, incisive
voice, you arenot aware, m good woman,
that you are t~resspassing on private prop
erty. This walk isn't a shortcut to any
place but my back door,"
"How do you do, niece Nary" said
Aunt Atalanta. setting down her parrot
cage on the rim of the marble fountain.
Il don't know who you are,'' said the
young lady, apparently disinclined to
make the east concession.
Pm your husbands aunt" answered
the old lady. You're tho bride, amt you?
Harry's wife?"
YES" reluctantly admitted the young
lady. II am a bride. And my husbands
name is Harry"
Then it's all right" said Aunt Atal.
anita. taking up the cage and carpet bag
again, as if to make her triumphal pro.
gress into the house. 1--WE come to spend
the summer with you." Il
Without sending me a word of notice."
exclaimed the blide, resolutely placing her.
sell, a second Horatius, in the breach, SO
that Aunt Atalanta could gain no inch of
vantage ground.
Didn't Harry get the letter I sent yes
terday?" almost screamed the old dame.
Harry has received no letter."
"Well. it's all the same,'; said Aunt At
Atlanta. tI'm hero Won ) 40 tn annnH tho
with you. Now, I'd like to be
to my room as soon as possible, |
and have a cup OF tea-English breakfast 4
tea l always drink-brought in, to get the /
dust out Of my throat" |
u am very sorry" resolutely remarked |
the young lady, but all this is quite out
the question. l didn't invite you J
here. and | do not propose to entertain |
you"
But" shrieked Aunt Atalanta, 81 am
your husbands aunt"
THAT makes no difference" persisted |
the black-eyed BelloDa. II didn't marry
the whole family. and 1 don't propose to
open e free hotel. There is d very good /
house of entertainment in the village, and |
it you don't like to stay there you have |
the option OF returning to New York; |
the trains run every hour until midnight"
Aunt Atalanta had turned adult mahog.
any color.
"You-you don't mean to turn me out
of doors!' cried she.
II certainly do not mean to entertain
any company that I myself have not in.
"But-but Harryr' demonstrated Aunt
.talanta.
Harry and I are of one mind in such a
as this" said the BRIDE" 81 wish
you a very good afternoon. |
And Aunt Atalanta. defeated in open
battlefield, was compelled to beat an igno-
retreat, leaving the cherry-cheeked
Vourg lady with the black tresses in full
possession.
Mr.. and Mrs. Harry Mazell waited tea
or an hour. in expectation OF the aunt's
She will be %dreadfully offended if we
lon't watt" dolefully said Harry.
But she did not put in an a|ppearance-
md SO they ate up all the salads and Gus.
ards themselves and went to bed. expect
ng every moment to hear the ring OF the
ront door-bell. IL