Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1891-08-01
FEROBIA'S FAILURE.
II Was One Of the Successful
Kind, Anyhow.

You're a s%tannin' in yer own light,
Feroby."
Timothy Filbert shook his head SOL
EMMY as he spoke. He was a large
man, with small, light blue eyes
and a chronic stoop in the shoulders,
suggestive of a too steady application
to the plow.
You're a stannin' in yer own light, y
he repeated, impressiyely.
'Mebbe you're right, Timothy" sd-
mitted his sister, meekly. She was not
naturally of a meek disposition. but
there are times when the most spirited
person feels crushed by circumstances,
and such a moment had come to Miss
Ferobia. Timothy felt somewhat pla-
Gated by the unexpected admission.
faint too late yet he suggested.
briskly, taking his seat at the break
fast table, where his sister was already
pouring the coffee. You just say the
word, Feroby, an I'll give Jason small
weed a hint that you've changed yer
mind"
His pale blue eyes glanced inquiring-
ly at his sister, but Miss Ferobia's mo-
mentary meekness seemed 10 have van
ished as unaccountably as it had APP
peared.
81 harsn't changed my mind, she re-
torted, with much asperity. II won't
marry Jason Smallweed, nor nobuddy
else. I'll stay right mere an keep
house for you the balance of my days"
Timothy wriggled uneasily. He had
his own reasons for not approaching
the generous offer. To fortify himself
for the disclosure which must be made
he swallowed half his coffee at a gulp.
"I-I-the truth is, Feroby,' he stam-
mered, with a crimson countenance, Il
felt so sartin | was a-goin' to lose you,
IL asked Nancy Garget, an she said
she'd hare me-
The cat was out Of the bag now, and
Timothy mopped his face with his
handkerchief and breathed a sign Of re-
lief.
But Miss Ferobia, like a sensible
woman, bore the shock bravely.
And how o 0 am | to give up my
situation?" she asked.
Timothy grew uncomfortable again,
"Hey? Oh.-why--you needn't TO be
in a hurry. 1t won't come off fur a
week yet" he fastened to explain.
"An', of course, you know wouldn't
hev nothin' agin yer stayin' right along,
same as ever, only Nancy, She
"You couldn't hire me to stay" was
the r%eassuring answer, and Timothy
congratulated himself on having the
matter so easily settled.
at puzzled mt considerable to know
why Timothy was so sot on me chang
In my mind" reflected Miss Ferobia,
as she washed up the breakfast dishes
and polished the knives and forks. But
it's plain as a pikestaff now. | might
O. knowed he was sayin' one word fai
me an two fur hisself."
Miss Ferobia was as unlike hei
brother in appearance as she was in
disposition.
While he was stoop-shouldered she
was straight as an arrow. And though,
as she admitted, she was getting
along in years, her bright eyes ant
fresh complexion contradicted the as
sertion.
At her brothers request she remained
At her post until the wedding was owe,
and the bride installed in her new home
There was very little ~cougenialit,
between the two women, and Mrs
Timothy Filbert was disposed to tri
umph over her sister-in-law.
IL s'pose you wasn't a%-countin' O
your brother %marryin'," she remarked
~disagreeably, a she combed out he
ink-black tresses before the square
framed looking glass in the best room
HE had a right to please himself,
rejoined Miss Ferobia, c~omposedly.
"But what are you going to do?" pc
sisted the bride. "As | told Timoth
before | promised to have him, tn
house want big enough fur too fam
lies, an you couldn't expect to stay a
ter I come"
AN as ! told him, ! wouldn't stay
he paid me for it," retorted Miss Fer,
bia, emphatlcally.
'Oh, you're mighty independent
entitled Nancy, tossing her head.
suppose you're a-calculatin' to take I
with Jason Smallweed. You wouldn
ketch me marryin' a widderer." 81
added, maliciouslv. ''If ] couldn't
the tablecloth I wouldn't be the dis.
vdg. But ! s'pose he's Hobson's choit
with you"
The truth was that she was ARA
her sister-in-law might still manage
retain a place IN the household by hoe
or by crook, and she was determined
provoke al alteration in order to pr
vent such . sequence.
But Miss Ferobia was not TO |
drawn into . quarrel.
HE may be Ho6son's choice, but
Asnot kaine.' she returned, coolly.
Nap ~, however, Yves rs persistent
1as : > gsd6y.
k1ea't doubt hut what you'd rath
49, u011x Dyo1e1A,~ ~ suggeste