The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1889-06-07

Then l hOllered murder three times
an run back to our house.
When I throwcd open the door ther'
was Sis, with her hair tiyin' roun' her
face like 4 oriole; an says she, fore
could open my mouth:
q. Mar" says she, I've wrote it, an
I've called it The Fatal Kiss.
Yes" SAYS /, right you hev; an
I'm the fatal one as give the kiss, fur
bleeve rvo kilt somebody, a-lyin'
outen the road. Wher's the lantcrn?''
We went back quick. an who should
be layin' ther', wrapped in his long
overcoat Conc of them dudy things
they wears now, with the light side
turned out, an his mars white nuby
eroun' his head, but Henry McVeigh
Cabelli Part of his mus stache clawed
out an his face all bloody wher' 1
scratched it
Sis got down on her knees an lifted
his head onto her bosom, an says she,
cryin' like her heart would break:
30 my Henry McVeigh," says she,
lair you dead? Hev you been betrayed
by q ziss2" Gan she a-kissin' OF him
all the time)-
It's to my opinion Henry Cabcll was
in thet stopper = leetle longer neces-
sary; but finally he opened them big
black eyes o his'n, an Miss Sis was
caught in her own trap, an glad l
was
knowed jes' how it happened.
Henry seen me comm long in that
young gal cloak an fascernater, an he
Eli=took It was Sis
Ef one kiss was fatal, two couldn't
hurt nohow, so he jes' played CHEST
agin-
Wen, I LATED, As I would of it he'd o
boen the Governor hissclf; an Sis
she wilt like feather, an looked roun'
TO run.
But 'twern't no use, fur the hollerin'
brought the Colonel an the servants
out from tho Cabell mansion an par
an Tobey Kurtz from our barn. where
they was feedin', an purity sight We
all was
We went back to our house, an it
was some time before Henry got fixed
up an every thing explained
Sis high-hyin' ways was gone She
blushed enough in one night for the
whole eighteen years. an Henry Nc
Weigh helt on to her like he were brim-
full o fatal kisses an ready to bestow
'em any mint.
The old Colonel looked powerful
pleased. He rubbed his hands an
spread out his long white fingers like
they were pinions o peace a-hoverin' ,
an SAYS he:
This is a fine contra tong, my dear
madame, TO a most unpleasant condi-
, tiOn of affairs"
Yes, Colonel says I. but korn-
trary is the general natur o. love, you
know"
Mis- Cabeu come over the mex
mornin'; an l do say it, thet fur q
high caste an a tip-top lady, she's got
as fine feelin's as any woman L ever
saw.
+ She embraced Sis an said: '.Bles:
you, my child; you are welcome to Om
hearts" as she kissed her on the
furrud; an she an Sis he'd a real nice
effectin' scene. But that l was busy
thinkin' wouldn't it be better to order
the supper all ready, I'd a-cried too
/ Uve got mighty tender heart, pal
/ says, when L amt a thinkin' 'bou
other things-)
Sis is all we've got. She'll have the
mill place an the Hanna tract an tn,
big survey, an l don't see as Henry
I CabcI is a-cOmin' down so, an hinteC
as much.
.'No, no." says Mis- Cabell, ''pray
don't think we harbored such f;
thought. Irene's beauty an iptcrlec
viii fit her fur any position; besides,
she went on, as a big tear rolled offer
her nose, "our child's happiness is o
predomernatin' Importance"
Consultin' erbout the trossow, Sis tolt
her par s.she rally could not particu
larize; he'd hev to give her car
blanche" or suthin'; but to my notion
a four-horse team won't more'n hol,
the luggage ef she an Mis- Cabel
gifts the half they talk erbOut fur tn
bridal tower.
Henry says he believes in ghosts
And ef all ghosts kissos comes to sucl
bliss as his'n, he advises a more ex
tensive acquaintance with sperrit
than people in general keers to hev.
Sis Is so took up with other thing
she amt writin' much poetry now, an
i reckon two or three years'u lizel,
cure Sis o that foOlishness anyhow.
1t was legend full Of horrer,
Told BY priest OF san Barbarrer
But while you thrill with fear an start
Hey you no ghost within your heartf
Is there no memory of a time
You falsely listened 70 loves rhyme?
No trystiu' place you'd better N 'ssed,
Than knOSyo hev the wrong one kissedS
Ida Il. Hays, in Detroit Free Press.