Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1892-03-05

III one, tnen at tlle Othef OF MS Iphf hH
cusers as they stood before HIM Mo
marry - the - Widder - Newton? Me,
Peter b. Pilsbury, a.goln' to marry Call.
isty Newton:"
Its in everybody's mouth" said Mis-
Gibson Downing.
They say you stop at her home half
an hour at a time, said Dornda.
"Oh, pal" cried Miss Becky.
The son said nothing, but looked harl,
Uncle Peter stared at all of them for
moment, and said:
You're holern' fore you're hurt
children; that's what you're ADDING;
Mis- Newton amt no more idee of mar,
rying me than she has of marryiu the
man in the moon. Iain't never mentioned
marriage talk to any other woman on top
of the earth but your dead au' gone ma
an she amt on top of the earth now.
The fears of the children were at once
allayed, for they knew their father tG
be an absolutely truthful man. Theit
faces frightened as he rose aud turned
to leave the room, and they didn't mind
it much when he stopped at the door
"But don't you try to dictate to me,
children; don't you ever try that agin.
The injured look left his face soon
ftrr he reached the stable and he an
rub4ing old Billy down. He ciuchlei
as he rubbed and patted the old horse.
Me marry CaIlisty::" hr srid to him
elf. well, I'd like to know who in
reation started that pack o lies to
,oin' Old Hat Gibbons. I'll be bound!
''aIisty wouldn't have me if asked her.
J. bet she wouldn't. The idea of it.
The Widow Newton was at that mo-
ment greatly perplexcd and discouraged.
She was IA neat comlev wonauof 80, and
she lived alone in CoZy little old brown
nOuse with a few acres of ground around
It. Her four married sons and daughters
ived IN houses of their own near by.
Zach of them had in turn invited and
urged their mother to come and live with
them, but she had prrsistently refused,
although she was 4 gentle, mild faced
woman Of a somewhat yielding spirit.
81 want a home of my own. she
would say. I've been mistress of a
home. such as it is, for more than sc
years, and Td never he satisfied to have q
home somebody else is mistress of.
Vixen her husband died. three years
before the time of our story hcgins. he
had in his will left her his entire posses
ions with tn" exception Of small bcquests
to each of his children. who had felt
themselves greatly aggrieved thereby.
Mrs Newton was sitting in her favor.
ite rocking chair sewing carpet rags wheE
her daughter. Mrs. Lucinda Evans,
came in somewhat hurriedly, followed
by another daughter, Mrs. Betty Higgins.
La. girls, said their mother in a sur
pri>ed tone, Il had no idea of seeing
either of you on Tuesday-it's your reg.
ular ironing day. Sit down"
Il haven't got time" replied Betty
coltlly. Il Just run over to find out if
this story about you and old Peter Pills
bury is true.
That's Just what l come for, said
Lucinda Il come by brother Henry's
home, and sister Hetty was there, and
they're waiting for me to come back ami
tell them what you say. Is it true. MAJ"
Mrs. Newton gave shrill little scream
and threw up both her hands, while her
ball of rags fell to the floor.
"Cindy Evans! !" gasped Mrs. Newton
what are you and your sister Betty
talking about? Are you crazy? Am !
going to marry Uncle Peter Pillsbury? {?
The land Of the living"
She threw her green and white ging-
ham apron over her head and began to
rock to and fro, half crying, half laugh
ing With her head still covered she
finally said sharply:
Go home. girls, 60 home, and stop
and tell Hetty and Henry and everybody
else you meet that I'm going to marry
nobody till I've been asked, and | haven:
been asked yet.
She fell to laughing Historically, and
Betty said sharply:
We'll, l think it would be burning
shame for you to marry anybody, even
if YOU should be asked.
Yes, and old Peter Pilsbury, of all,
men !" said Lucinda
Mrs. Newton took her apron from her
burning face and said firmly:
you hush right up about Uncle Peter
Cindy Evans; he's as good and honest an
old man as ever lived. Your father
thought the world of him. But you can
lust set your minds at rest about him ;
he hain't no more idea of marrying than
have. The idea of it -
The girls went home with greater peace
of mind than they had known when com.
ing to see their mother, since they now
felt confident that their share of the
So, 900 their mother had in the bank was
not to be lessened by other claims
The smile on Uncle Peters face deep
ened the next day as he drew near the
Widow Newton's house while making
his daily rounds.
The Widow Newton heard him coming
and bushes came to her plump checks.
II shan't let on that I've heard any
thing of the scand'lous mess OF stuff
bout me and him." she said, as the sound
of the rafting cartwheels came nearer
and nearer; I'll just go out and ask
how the folks are at home and get me a
pound of haddock and come right into
the house SOS the tongues of the COssips
won't have nothing to wag about.
Good morning, Callisty, Uncle Peter
said stepping brskly into the widows
kitchen and standing, his old hat i'll his
hand, near the open door.
He had known her all her life. lie
had often carried her to school on his
handsled when they were children, aEb
he had always called her Calista, but
somehow she blushed when he called