Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-08-24
UNCLE JOAB'S MISTAKE.
Who Interferes With Fate Must
Abide the Consequences.

EYES," said Uncle Joab. rubbing the
palms of his hands together, II really
think it will be match; and I'm very
glad of It, A nice, straight cherry
checked girl, with eyes as black as jet;
a girl that has fair notion of batch
Of bread, and can make soft soap with
any body. / couldn't wish Frank a bet
ter wife"
Some folks has all the luck" said
Farmer Crabbe, whose son was married
to pretty slattern, who read novels
all day, and had no more idea Of house
keeping than the kittens that frisked
on her hearth.
at amt luck,n said Uncle Joab, 'its
faculty-that's what it is"
And his wrinkled visage beamed
with satisfaction as he stood there un-
der the great feathery elm that shad-
owed the farmyard gate, thinking what
a model wife Lydia Watts would make
for his only son.
1t had been the pride Of Joab Fenn's
life to make his farm the model farm of
the neighborhood; and when his son
came of age, he formally decided it over
to him.
'It's for Franks sake I've been maxi
ing it what it is" said he. LET him
go on with it now"
"But, father"
Joab Fem laid his hand softly on
Franks shoulder
my boy" said he, in a voice that
faltered little, "what object in life
have l beyond your happinessP Bring
home nice, stirring little wife; carry
on the farm as l have begun it. and l
shall be happy"
'You are the best father in the
world!" cried Frank, fervently.
Farmer Crabbe trudged home with q
setting of Black Spanish eggs in a
hand-basket, and Joab Fem strolled
leisurely along the lane, his hands be-
hind his back, his eyes bent meditative-
ly on the fresh grass, when suddenly
the sound of voices behind the vine
draped stone wall at the left reached
his ear-Franks voice, and that OF
Myra Miller. the pretty little distant
cousin who did the housework, and
kept the family stockings darned.
"Don't. Frank" said Myra- There
you've split all my blackberriesp'
"Oh, bother the blackberriesr inter.
jected Frank Fem; Il can easily gel
some more Here. Myra, let me carry
the basket"
"But-youE father wouldn't like itr
'Give it to me! l s0iU have It'll Why
shouldn't he like 1t, Puss?"
"Because-you know, Frank -Ly.
dial"
''Oh, nonsense!'' said Frank, cava
lierly. GAS If Lydia Watts were hal
as pretty as you That's right-don't
shrink away SO. Aren't we cousinsp
And the CHEEKY young voices died
away among the berry bushes.
Uncle Joab stood quite motionless
his hands still clasped behind his back
his eyes still rooted on the grass. bu
the expression of his countenance hat
altered altogether.
cit won't do" muttered Uncle Joal
to himself "It will never do in thu
world. This little blue-eyed mite of /
thing is going to spoil all my plans
At this rate / must send her to Cousin
Peregrine Birtwhistles."
And the very next day Myra Mile
was ruthlessly given notice to quit
Have l done any thing wrong
Uncle Joabp" questioned Myra. look
ing wistfully up into her relatives face
mo. my dear. no" said Uncle Joab
twisting himself about rather guiltily
s'But old Mrs Birtwhistle has th,
rheumatism badly. and perhaps yo'
can be made useful there. Frank viii
soon be married, you know, and"
Myra's lip quivered; the tears spark
led into her eyes.
"Oh, Uncle Joab. are they really On
gagedT
''WeIl, no, not quite. But the mex
thing to it" said Uncle Joab "It's al
understood thing between en-"
Now this was trenching on the abso
Lutte truth Of the question, but Uncl
Joab had an idea that 1t would not d.
to mince matters just at present"
The girls sweet fower-like face fel
instantaneously.
IL will go to Cousin Peregrine' s,
she said, in low voice. "Tm onl,
sorry l hadn't known before"
And Uncle Joab felt PARTICULAR!
guilty as he kissed her goodbye.
ALI this business was diplomat call,
transacted in Frank Fenn's absence, an
when he came home from town with
pretty little churn which he had some
where picked up for MyEa, the girl wa
gone.
Where's MyraPn demanded tn
young farmer, looking around in be
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