Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1890-01-24

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escaping down the slonino 80 a"a
sAippsu away under the starlight. ~
iaiihg their gay voices and sweet
laughter until two or three dew
arehched meadows should have ,ntar.
posea between themselves and tha IA
pcaked-roof farmhouse under tho hn.
tonball trees. ''o oiS
isut watching their swirl toots,a
"ss pair OF cleaning green-pray eve e.
On which they had not calculated ana
Aunt stasia drew back her nieht.canraa
neaa rom the pantry window, with a
snbdued thuckle. "''"
ihey think they've fooled mo
spose, mnttered she; 'sbut thew hahn,
they've got out all right. but thon
Woi, get back quito 30 easy. guess
hnd one things dumb sartin-not cent
o. the city boarders' money do thew GOT,
ply, deceitful minxes / do wonder -,
my ever managed to lay hands on
,'iem fose-coiored gownds without me
KNOWN OF it, ' '''e
20 there was one silver lining to the
CLOUD. Aunt 'Stasia never once snsnect.
ca her husband of being an accompljce
70 enese Two young conspirators.
II teach EN- lesson" said ebe 70
herself, as she lighted the candle. ,ot
OUT her knitting, and prepared to await
The course of events.
Eleven o'clock struck! Twelve. and
still Aunt 'Stasia sat there. resolved N
ule sooner than yield TO the drowsinesa
that weighted-down her evelids. At
length she started up at the sonnd of
footsteps on the rude plank bridge that
spanned the trout brook at the foot ~
the lane.
There they GOMEZ said she. snrino.
ing to her feet and bundling shawl
around her head
her eyes could scarcely pierce the
starry dark OF the summer night hnt
there were figures coming up the lane,
and she could family distinguish the
sound of mufiled voices.
Creeping down to the shadow of the
o,d smoke-honse, Aunt 'stasia there
awaited her prey, and bounced out upop
them as they advanced.
On! we've come, have YEP" she
screamed. lyon lazy, good-for-nothin'
tricky things. But III teach YOU les
son ye never larned before. Coin there
quick"
Opening the smoke-house door with
one hand, she used the other as a nro-
peling force to push the amazed new
corners into the dismal old place. turn
ing the rusty key in its wards with A
jerk. and then whirled around to con.
front their escort, tall young man.
who, having fingered to close the lane
gate'was just msking his way up through
forest of tall weeds.
AS for you. Calvin Harding" said
she, clear off these premises, auicker'n
flash, or I'll onloose the bulldog,
Amt you ashamed of yourself, teachin
two gals to disobey their maternal
gardens? Eli? Amt you?"
MADAM -
Don't madam me-" cried the OK
cited woman, ''or I'll call Bose and sea
him on t'ye. Get off this place, | saw
"Will you listen to me. my good WON
an? Or are you stark, raving mad?"
At this moment Uncle Jonathan made
his appearance, carrying lantern.
What's the matter, Anastasia?" he
bawled is it chicken-thieyes OF
tramps? I've got the old musket here:
shall fire."
And from the path under the applt
trees two pink figures emerged, hurry
ing along like moving rosebuds, with
stalwart young man on either side
Calvin Harding and Cissy Allen
oldest brother, Andrew
"Oh, Aunt 'Stasia! Oh, Mrs Barton,
they cried what has happened?"
Aunt 'Stasia stared around at the
scene, now irradiated by the flicker o,
the lantern.
Didn't just shut you two girls into
the smoke-house?' she stammered
And if it wasn't you, who was it?"
just then the rusted lock of the i'm
provised prison-house gave way beneath
the repeated jerks of the tall young
man; the door flew open, and out rushed
two screaming women.
Take us away, Herbert" they
screamed. THE woman is mad. Don't
let her come near us"
"Who be you?" demanded Uncle iona
than, holding his lantern high in the
air.
MY name is Corliss," stiffiy ex-
planned the stranger. Il was bringing
my wife and sister here to board with
one Mrs. Barton, at Buttonball farm.
and we took a carriage at Button depot
to drive across country. But one of the
horses fell lame and the driver refused
to go any farther. so we started to walk
and we must have lost our way, for
"You haven't lost it, screamed Aunt
'Stasia. This is Buttonball farm, and
I'm Mrs Barton. Its all a mistake, my
pouncin' out at you like wildcat. Ny
two nieces-
Excuse me" said the city gentleman
'if decline to discuss this matter fur
ther. After the nervous shock whicl
these ladies have received they vii
scarcely desire to dwell under yom
roof Perhaps these gentlemen" turn
ing to Allen and Harding, can tell N,
of some place where they can be re
ceived, short of second journey to But
ton Depot
Harding took off his hat. My moth
er will be happy to take you in, dare
saw" said he. And it is not very far
off. Allow me to show you the way
Aunt 'Stasia stood watching the re-
treating party until they were out oil
sight: then she turned savagely to her
nieces
Mrs. Harding's got away my city
f,.,..a.,,.. -hn Snarlnl ..anI it's All