Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1891-02-07
FROsTBURG, MD, SATURDAY. FEBRUARY Z, 1891.

Mr.. Brede's voice aro e, after an awful
stiffness of what seemed five minutes,
and was probably 80 seconds:
"Mr. Jacobus, will you make out your
bill at once, and let me pay it? I shall
leave by the o'clock train. And will
you also send the wagon for my trunks?"
Il hain't said l wanted to hev ye
leave" began Mr.. Jacobus, but Brede
cut him short.
Bring me y ur bill. "
"But, demonstrated Jacobus, "ef ye
amt"
Bring me your bill!" said Mr.. Brede.
My wi and | went ou5 Tor our morn
ing's walk. But it seemed to u, when
we looked at "our view, as if we could
only see thosa invisible villages of viii h
}rc,lr had told us-that other side of the
idyrs and rises of which We catch 40
..nIi,sc from lofty hills or from the
he ghts Of human self esteem. We
n,ant to stay out until the Bredcs had
taken their departure. but we returned
j ST in time ito see Pete, the Jacol us
.arhy, the b,acker of boots, the brushcr
t coats, the general handy man of the
Il ,t,se, loading the Brede trunks on the
J cobus wagon.
Ard as we stepped upon the verauGa,
Town came Mrs Brede, leaning on Nj
Brele's arm, as though she we e il ; aad
t was clear that she had lee" c:yi.-t
here we're heavy rings about her pretty
lack eyes.
My wife took a step toward her.
Look AT that dress dear, she whis
pered, ",he never thought any thing like
his was going to happen when lie i.ul
'.at on.
1t WAS Il pretty, delicate, dainty dress,
graceful, narrow striped affair. l!el
at was trimmed with a nurro Y $ rip'
Tx of the .ame colors--l. uropn AID
hite-;nd in her hand she held lal a
lhat matched her dress
"Sne had a new dress on twice day,
nd my wife; but that's the prettlvst
It. Oh, somphow-I'm awfully sorry
eyre gonE!"
i'ut 4ong they were. They moved
ward tie steps. Mrs. Brede looked
ward mly wife, and my wife III vci
ard Mr.. Brrde. BIT tt.e o tiacisrd
man, as though she felt the !n', hu
.,jaion of her POSITION, turned sjs"r y
way, and opened her paraao! to slIrIt
II eyes iro Il the sun. a slower OF
ce-a half pound shower ot rice
Il down over her L. t;y hat and vret. y
eas, and fl in Il 81 ;,tl ring ci.cIe Oh
Ic fl tr, outlining her skirti-"nd there
lay in a hr, ad, uneven band, bright III
he morning sun.
Nh. Bre e VAS in my wife's arms,
bbimg Us if her young heart would
rak
oh, you poor, dear, silly cl,ldre!.
4, wife cried, as Mrs. B EIDE soh e.l on
shoulder, "wh didn't you 'cii ba:
wv WV We did,, want to b..
-taMen for b-b-b.b'idal couple,
o ed Mrs. Bre""; "anu We dd dIdn',
cam what aN full lie, we'd have to &c 8,
all the aW-uM-aN lul mix dup hess
4 it! Oh, dear, dear, d ar.
Pete! commanded Mir. j bus,
at back them trunks These lolk-
avs here's longs they wants ter MI
edc"-he held cut Il lar5e hard hand
I'd orter've known better" he said.
nd ny rasL doubt Of MIR. BrcIe van
led as he shook that grimy hand in
anly fashion.
he two women were walking off
ward Our View, each with an arm
out the others Wai,t-touchcd by Il
dden sisterhood OF sy.apat., y.
Gentle Zen, said Mr. Brede, al Ire S
< Jacobus, BiggI,'s, the "jpr, and
e. "tIlere is a lostvIry down the street
here they sell hone New Jersey beer.
recognize tie obligation Of the situa-
ION.
We five men fled down the st. ct.
he two women went toward the pleas
It slope where the unlight gilded the
rehead of the e eat hill. On Mr.
cobus's veran la lay Il spattcrad circe
shining 6 aims of rice. Two of Mr..
col us pigeons fl w down and picked
the shinilg grains, making gra eful
3es far down in their throals.