The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1891-11-06
upon a family hornet,

of The New York managing man
ma, ''it is scarcely necessary {
trouble Cousin Webster with thes
petty annoyances, however dee
they have coroded on our ow
, souls. Here is our home, dea
cousin ! Consider it yours whii
you please TO honor MoOsimunI
with your presence! More tina
that need moi say. Should yor
need a guide, Janelte will be de
lighted to show you our widest
sweetest haunls; and Elaine know
all The legends of Moose noun
lain; III fact-now dear child,
am going to betray you," shaking
playful foreiinger-"she has tran
scrlbed some of them into verse
which, | am sure, she will not re
fuse TO show you"
Ever ST. much obliged, In
suren said Mr.. Hlllard. But hC
ventured to escape,wilhout the po
elIc 1eluge this time.
MA, what fool you are p saiC
Elaine. you shouldn't show al
the cards at the very beginning O.
the game"
"Ala amt a fisherman" giggled
JanelIe, ''or she'd play her fish
more sEillfully."
"But isn't il a good thing Posv
has gone and that we've got Uncle
Ben Biodgett's room for the cit y
boarderS 2" said Mrs. Buddilove.
"NOt that Posy Is half so good
looking as you two girls, but some
folks thought she had way with
her. Now, Janetle, go right to
sewing. If eyer you needed those
new pink ginghlm gowns, you
need 'em now. And Elaine can
help me with some nice dish for
tea. Men like girls 10 be good
house-keepers. And mind, there's
to be no quarrcling about this
young man,' she added with Ne,
poleOnic sternncss. ''lf he shows
The least preference for either one
Of you, the other must just stand
aside and give her a fair chance.'
Elaine tossed her head and init
mated that "ma had better mind
her own business Janeite laugh
ed scornfully and murmured some.
thing about counting chickens be-
fore they were halched."
While Mr.. billiard, with a sigh
Of relief, plunged into the woods
and walked off some of the irrita,
ton that stung his inner conscious.
ness so acutely.
"Eh z" said an old man who sat
fishing on the shore of a noisy lit
lie brook that slipped and foamed
over a brown bed of pebbles. "The
Duke? Bout four miles furder
on. Come from Buddilove's place (?
Nice girls they, amt theyy And
The old man don't count. Amt
genteel enough for the women
folks. Sets an loafs around the
barrooms mostly. But Posy, she's
The cream Of the lot! You'd Jest
orter seen Posy! The old woman
and the gals treated Grandsir'
Blodgett so bad Posy wouldn't
stand it, an when they turned
Grandsir' out, an threatened 10
put him cn the town, Posy took
hlm up to the Maple Sugar camp.
and cared for him like a darlar.
Awful sick, Grandslr B!odgelt
was! But Posy, she meyer got dis
couraged. Them folks, they took
good care 10 gil holt Of all the old
mans money. before they put him
outside The door! Posy, she
wouldn't stand ii though. Posy, |
she takes in sewing and raises
flowers for The Mountain Hotel.
Oh ye'd jest orter see Posyr'
And Hillard could hardly get
away from his TOO ready flow of
speech 10 hasten toward Moosi-
nunk lake, which al last he was
Jnly able TO reach by the direction
VI villianous looking tin ware
)eddler who was prowling on the
'oad.
But when he did finally reach
his Eldorado of his dreams, no
words can describe the infinite lux
Try and relieshment of a swim IN
he lImpid waters.
"The Saguenay can't hold can
lie 10 this!' he thought, exultanily.
AS Tor the baby lakes in The
White mountains-bah!" !"
On bis return, however, a disa-
reeable surprise awaited him.
lis own clothes were missed, and :
. their place lay the wretched
ags and stock IN trade of the very |
in peddler who had afforded him j
0 much useful information al to |
In vain were his shouts
nd exhOrtaii0ns = the exchange
gold waIch, purse, money aud all)
'as permanently made, and there I
-as ho help forii; and after little !
xplosiGn Of natural fury, a grim
ense of humor 10 possession Of I
ur hero'S soul.
$50 I'm a I'm peddler, am | ?"
aid he. IL wonder what Cousin '
'uddilove and the girls vii say to
ie now! 'Tinware to mend! Tin
ARE TO mendr" He nodded his 6
cad. "My lungs are exactly
lapted 10 it," said he. "Come,
ell see how il works. 'Tinw-a-re !
, mendr" g
The path from Moosimunk lake |
as quite different thirg with S
le Tin peddler's load from what
had been before, but he was loo