New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1891-03-25

nervously, eve had better be getting
on; don't feel it safe to stop" '
but, my good lass, you can't be
to take rest nor a sup. You trust
to me, Jack Featherston's fine old
boy, and you're safe at the Blue Don
as il, ah! as if but here we are. ? . \. s
And he drew up at a small, snug
country inn, just without the little
town of Branksweld.
CHAPTERIXXI.
THE USES OF A GHOST.
Mrs. Laxity was up betimes that
morning indeed, she always was in
advance of her neighbors in that re-
spect; but this particular morn
ing she distanced her usual prac-
tlce by somehours, and when ordinary
people were opening shutters, lighting
fires. &C., and beginning, in various
fashions, a new day, Mrs Laxity was
tar advanced in the routine OF hers, as
that self-complacent smile Of con
sclous superiority did not fail to- indi-
cate. Indeed, three was, in the evil
dent and intense relish with which she
discussed her more than ordinarily
abundant breakfast, something very
contradictory of the words which she.
was uttering at intery ais, half aloud.
"Ihere he is; I know his nasty,
sneaking knock" She pulled her cap
on her head, hastily popped into the
cupboard the remains OF cold pie
and a pot OF marmalade, then leisure
ly went to the door, and opened it.
Its only me, hope I haven't dis
turbed YOU" said a woman's voice,
which the owners head followed into
the room
ooh, it's you," cried the matron,
the expression of welcome prepared
for Mr.. Laxity quickly dissolved.
"Come in, thought it was nv mas
ter; he's never been home all this bless
ed night"
$50 Isee, as come along; you re to
have company, too," said the gossip.
Company! what do you mean, Mrs.
Mouset?" T>,. ...|
"There, now! we'll, if that wasn't
just what said: Maybe she do know
not a word, and they'll be for taking
her all unawares.' I know what it
be to be took unawares myself, and
just did run on for to tell you"
"What is thee talking of, Phoebe
Mouset? [ know ONO company; speak
out, do" exclaimed the spouse of
Chob Laxity, getting visibly excited.
GAS were coming back from taking
my lad his breakfast" said the other,
cup agin the Blue Moon, what should
| see but the hearse what your master
| drive for Mr.. Axment,> standing in
front OF the Blue Moon, and him help
ing down of a young woman"
IA What?" screamed the other,
starting up. ..., /
Mrs. Mouset went on, speaking
more rapidly >
"a young woman wrapped up from
head to foot, with child in her arms,
and your master helping OF her into
the house; and Jack Feathston, he
were lifting that Toby Lipkins- a
drunken sot that he is-out Of the
hearse. I says to myself, There's to
be company, and maybe Martha
knows nought about it.
cpl see to it! Oh, that mani cried
the dame, who, during the latter part
of the communication; had been put
ting away the dainties, smoothing her
apron, setting her cap, and, with quiv-
ering nostrils and eyes that kindled,
gradually awaking to the conscious
ness of her injuries
"Oh, that man! what I've gone
through and put up with!-and to
come to this. The barefaced william,
in the broad day; a young woman?"
"And child, Martha. But art sure
now, it be none of master relations?''
''Relationsn' The fair Martha threw
on her friend a whitening glance, as if
the bare supposition Of Chob having
relations were an insult to herself;
then she stalked forth, and at a pace
by no means Indicative Of the tumult
at her breast, took her way down the
village street, towards the Blue Moon
Now, in days gone by, Chob Laxity
had been the hourishing host of the
Blue moon, and Laxity feminine it's
buxom hostess.
But somehow, i'll times came, and
Chob had given credit to a lot Of fel
lows who weren't worth their salt; SC
he was obliged to turn the concern
over to Jack Featherston Jack was
a bachelor and the good dame fondly
hoped on that account to keep he1
hold just the same, but Featherston
declined her good Office and told hel
she was not wanted, whereupon she
took terrible oath never to put he1
4 foot inside the door again.
| But this morning a stupendous
wrong was urging her to do battle not
only with an unworthy spouse, but
with the foul alder and abetter Of his
sins.
On charitable thoughts intent, the
i good-natured Chob was startled by the
shrill voice Of his more considerable
hall, at the small side window that
4 looked upon the court yard.
/ ssLaxity! Chobham Laxity!"
"Eh! sakes, there be my wife, he
exclaimed, in a tone Of dismay; toe
well he knew what bodied the full appli
cation of his title.
Eyes, it is your wife, Mr.. Laxity
that has been waiting; and watching
and wearing out Of herself all this
4 blessed night through. and m ore sha me-