Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1890-11-08
A SENSATION EXPLODED.

There was tremendous excitement in
Pryville! A real sensation shook the
town to its center, and the amount of
visiting that took place among the
women was something dreadful, the
men said but the lords of creation were
themselves agitate and disturbed over
the matter. Such a pretty dainty little
lady as she to have to endure such!
Why, the thought was enough to arouse
the Indignation of every man with
spark of chvalry in his soul! SO the
Mayberrys who had come to Pryville
the week before and taken the white
cottage at the end of the principal street,
found themselves nightly puzzled over
the manner of their new nei shbors to-
ward them.
Il declare, Dora, as | walk down the
streets every man, woman, and child
glares at me as if were an escaped con-
vict, " said Mr. NJ. to his wife as they
discussed the popularity to their well
come into these peoples midst. And
l, Frank, can't make the women out at
ALL They've all called, it SENS, and
their manner has invariably Leen one OF
plying kindness, really oppressive by
its weight, and Il certain significance
that | am as ignorant of as-as 1riX
there, pointing to the white Spltz dog
on the mat outside tie door.
well, never mind, little woman,
said her husband, dismissng the thing
from his thought with the ease and in
difference of a man well off enough i'll
the worlds goods to bear with equa-
nimity the codne5s, or even dislike OF
gossiping little village, where he need
only reside as long as his whim to do 50
keeps him.
But Mrs. May berry, being very
friendly disposed little woman and also
a very proud one in her gentle, quiet
way, found herself worrying very often
in vain perplexity over the only too APP
parent evil odor in which her husband
stood, and the general atmosphere of
CALLING pity and coincidence she herself
seemed to be surrounded by. SO very
wing did she find this that at last
she determined to return no more OF the
calls that make me feel as if | had lost
some very near relative and they had
come to divert my mind if possible from
my grief by conversation, While striving
to be cheerful, is still tinged by lively
recollection of the dear deceased. And
as for the looks you get from these peo-
pie, why they nearly run me crazy.
That old Mr.. Parker, who lives across the
street, gives such savage stares that II
they were knives you would be cut in
two and slashed into bits
This was to her husband, who advised
her to by no means bother herself to re-
turn the calls if she did not find the PEG.
pie congenial, but not to mind their
glares and stares at him, for he really
had ceased to think about them, even to
wonder what they meant But if Mrs.
Mayberry expected to rid herself of the
sympathy of the Pryvillites, which was
becoming nightmare to her, by with
holding her society from them, she was
mistaken, for, far from being Withdrawn
from her, it grew greater and more
manifest in proportion as her seclusion
grew more rigid, and she could detect
significant glances and doleful shakings
of the head over her at the church, and
once she heard Mrs. Baxter remark to
Mrs. Denehart, with SO much plying
tenderness in her voice that she could
have throttled her for it:
mo, poor thing, of course she don't
feel like going out. Who would?
Though she keeps up so bravely, can
see it's breaking her heart"
81 think they're all gone crazy" said
Mrs Mayberry to herself as she went
home. Poor thing, indeed! l was
in, ho
fore. And breaking my heart too!
What next. l wonder! l verify believe
Frank and have fallen upon settle
ment of idiots or lunaticS; yes, a whole
settlement of them. Poor thing! The
idea of It'll" She did not tell her husband
of this last browning insult, for she knew
that he was thoroughly enjoying the eX-
tremely good hunting and fishing the
country about afforded, and she did not
want to hurry him away from them, so
she had resolved, very wisely, to ignore
her neighbors' peculiar manners and
trust to luck to give her the clue to it
when the thing came to crisis at last.
TWAS through her next door neighbor,
the Mrs. Baxter whose sympathy had
been so offensive, that she was enlight-
ened. That worthy lady ran over to
Mrs. Denehart's one August afternoon
forgetting, so excited was she, any SEM
blance of hat or bonnet, and rushed in
upon the other, her particular chosen
confdant and gossip. "He's at it again,
Mrs. Denehart, and OH it's Just awful!
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