The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1892-07-27


lie stalked off and spent the EVENING
comfortably by the fire.
The next morning, Ebenezer Hillorovo
who was going to lay half a dozen
yards or so of stone wall for the NTix-
sel's came bright and early for breakfast
MI. Mixsell himself was frying ham and
eggs over the kitchen fire.
where's your wife?' demanded Ebe-
nezer.
'She hasn't left her room yet' said
Mr.. Mixsell, adhering to tine letter of the
truth, if not to it's spirit.
"She was up pretty late at the concert
last night, eh?' said Ebenezer.
AT the-concertr' said Mr.. Mixsel,
forgetting in his surprise to turn the
last slice of ham which lay frizzliny in
| the pan.
Il saw her there" said Ebenezer. Sin
black silk gown and hat with blue
feathers onto it. Laughed awful at the
comic parts, and cried at the Farewell
Hymn"
Mr.. Mixsell, with a last CLEAN of pres
ence OF mind, rescued the ham from its
frey ordeal, and put it on the plate.
sit down and eat, Ebenezer," said he.
''while l go and see after Mrs. Mixsell.'
And off he trudged with his square
loaf of bread and pitcher of water.
Arriving at the door, he unlocked it
and peeped in.
There, leaning against the windowsil.
with its back to him, was the wellknown
figure in the black dress and scarlet
shawl, with white worsted scarf half
conceal it's face.
"Mrs. Mixsell," said ne.
No answer was returned.
'Sulking, eh?'' aid he.
Still no reply was vouchsafed.
swell, you can have it out at your
leisure" grimly commented her lord
and master. ''Here is your break
fast"
And he went his way firmly convinced
that Ebenezea Hillgrove had been mis-
taken in the fact of Mrs. Mixsell's pres
ence at the concert.
But no sooner was the morning meal
concluded than in walked Miss Pegger-
| ell,
"Mornin' Mr.. Mixsell. How did Agatha
enjoy the concert last night?'
''She ~idn't enjoy it at ALL" said Mr..
Mixsell. "She wasn't there"
''Not there!' echoed Miss Pegger-
ell.
''But she was, and she sat next to me,
and walked home as far as Chicken
Lane under her umbrella You'll tell
me next wasn't there myself!''
Mr.. Mixsell excused himself and went
hurriedly upstairs.
"pll be lat the bottom of this mys-
terry lsaid he, ''or I'll know the reason
why"'
He unlocked the bedroom door and
flung it open.
"Agatha!' said he, sternly; "Aga-
| thai
And then he saw that the figure by the
window with its immovable white face
and .unalterable smirk was only that of
the dummy which had decorated Miss
| Agatha Simplex'S windows when she
took lin tailoring, dress-making and the
general millinery business. And the
window was wide open; and the bed had
not been slept in.
Goodness me!' tragically cried
out Mr.. Mixsell. "She has-left mel!
Just then he heard the sound of puff
ing and loud breathing behind him, and
turning, beheld the portly form of Miss
Peggerell herself.
what dreadfully quick-motioned
man you be" painted Miss Peggerell.
"Why couldn't you have stood still
long enough to let me tell you her mes
sage?"
''What message?" breathlessly demand
ed Mr.. Mixeell.
'That she was gone back to her shop,
and if you wanted to see her you'd find
her there"
Mr., Mixsell considered. Should he 90
or should he not? True, his pride was
concerned; but then, again how nicely
Agatha ironed his shirts and cooked his
supper! how pleasant was her welcom-
ing smile when he came home little
late of frosty October night.
eyes," said Mr. Mixsell, "I'll CO."
Al L. IA CO III, L. 70 AZ. CT