Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-01-23

IN her anxiety to lot me know which one Of
the"A1illers" she was Observation-Disclosures
nkens ss Is this?" ss2a s"#
"Mtne," said I, with Washingtonian
love Tor veracity that bodily fear could
not entirely Danish. ,
Hear him, mother The owns that this is
his pictrreW
The cd lady had by this time secured
| her specs" and was examining the pho
| tograph with care and elaboration.
| "SallyW said she. "This hyar is DeekW
! 'Or course it Is. know it-and he owns
It," said her daughter, bitterly. "And
now, sir, will you tell me who that-that
woman isl"
Certainly! It ia my sister,"
what q chorus Of denials went up at
this statement. Even kind hearted little
Mollle Joined in with the rest, and in
formed me that ought to be ashamed Of
myself; to which humbly assented.
just then the old lady nude discov.
cry.
| "Sally, what is this writ on the back
hyar?"
"'Ever thus through life, January goth,
1872" chorused three feminine voices.
"Why, Sally!" added Kate, solemnly
and slowly. "You had only been married
u AAVoAO OFoI tWO yours
l glanced at the clock again. Twenty
minutes after steven. Oh, for the power
OF Joshua! not to make the gun stand
still: but to shove 1t ahead u few notches.
| january twenty, seventy nine" unused
the old lady. 'sally, whar's yer memmy-
randy"
"Yes, your diary" put in sister Kate,
''geti 1t, quick"
"I.et me save you tho trouble" said I,
resolved to confess oil, and then throw
myself on her mercy. II can not bear to
witness your distress when can explain
all with word'-but she wouldn't listen
to me at all, and had to sit on the bed
side in silence and watch her turn the
leaves OF that confounded diary.
-October-Nov-Ch, here it
Is! January the 19th-Jan. Goth. 'Rained
Fall day. Made pair Of pillow slips, and
slammed my new delain dress with the
old one. hope dear Dick will come to
see me tonight Oh, pshaw! that is
1877. Let me see. Hero is 10, Jan. Goth.
Baby had the Group last night. Mother
thinks he is bad off. Wish Dick was here"
and hero the little woman threw the
book down, and burst out sobbing as
though her heart would break.
ooh, Dick-Dick! To think that-strug-
Cling on alone-here by myself-and our
little darling baby at Deaths door-every
thing to sec after-and you off there with
her!"
The last word was a scream which
brought me to my feet in alarm. Mrs.
Miller was evidently approaching hys-
terics.
"Oh-h-h dear!" she continued. If had
only died before I saw that picture
standing there with his ar-r-rm around"
BY this time had reached the middle
OF the room, where, coatless, in my stock
ing feet, and my head swathed in red
handkerchief, was vainly striving for O.
hearing. Finally Molly took pity on me
and interceded in my behalf.
at is only just to hear what he has, to
say, Sally"
Nothing that he can say will have the
slightest effect now," sighed Mrs. Miller,
now totally exhausted, and reclining on a
rug with her head supported in Kate's
lap. ''Speak on, SIR"
81 am sincerely sorry that this has ever
occurred" Ibegan. ssIt is all the result
of very natural mistake. I am not your
husband, as you suppose"
drowned in q scream.
|
this before my mother and my childl Oh,
you unnatural monster!"
could see that another paroxysm was
coming on and fed. Not through the
hall, for she was between me and the
door, but the entrance to a side-room was
handy, and I made use of it,
I found myself in little apartment,
about eight feet by ten, evidently used as
| oo1o 1,1y% no !, lo1,> ho,,
such was required in the busy crop season.
The only articles were a bedstead and a
chair, but in one corner sat pair Of gum
boots, probably left by the last occupant,
and over the bed hung an antiquated
specimen Of an army revolver. This last
l took from it's nail and mechanically
turned in my hand, much as blind man
might have handled book, not knowing
whether it was Shakespeare or the Bible.
Suddenly heard the voice OF that awful
boy again.
''Goody! Goody! We're going to have
chickin for dinner.
No attention was paid to his clamor,
and he proceeded to explain ct the top of
his voice.
"Cause daddy's got the 'volver and
he's goin' to shoot our old rooster, know
he is"
Oh, what a wealth of undying love was
expressed in the Mortified cry that burst
from my much-injured, but forgiving,
| wife.
"Quick, girls! Quick! Don't let him
do it! He'll kill himself. Dick, Dick
Don't do lit"
As some vast tidal wave might sweep
down upon a vessel at anchor, smother
ing it in its overwhelming torrent, and
bearing the shattered remnants back to
its ocean lair, so this half-frantio, wholly
terrified group Of females invaded the
sanctity Of my last refuge. Loving and
solicitous arms were about my neck, the
revolver was snatched from my nerveless
hand and hurled through the window, and
was dragged back into the larger apart
ment. Literally, was in tho hands Of
MY friends.
For moment think was half insane
from the tumult and confusion, and
fought like u tiger to be free, but each of
my loving sisters chung to an arm, Mrs.
Miller's blue lawn sleeves were encircling
my mock with suffocating pressure, the
old lady had me around the waist, and I
was comparatively helpless.
As we were waltzing past tho open door,
! aOma ono daShati into tho hall and 7