New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1892-09-28

Wu6Io y YOUR WAt1 NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
enezer. sf.$ as
..she hasn't left her room yet"
said Mr.. Mixsell, adhering to the LETT
ter of the truth, if not to its spirit.
1 She was up pretty late at the con-
cert, last night, eh?' said Ebenezsr.
At the concert! 8 said Mr.. M1xseu,
/ last slice of ham, which lay trizzing IN
the pan.
81 saw her there" said Ebenezer,
Gin a black silk gown, and a hat with
blue feathers on it! Laughed awfully
/ at the comic parts and cried at the
farewell Hymn =
Mr.. Mixsell, with last CLEAN Of
presence of mind, rescued the ham
from it's fiery ordeal and put it on the
! plate.
/ Sit down and eat, Ebenezer, = said
he, while I go and see after Mrs. Mix
SELL
/ 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 window
] sill, with it's back to him, was the we'll
known figure in the black dress and
scarlet shawl, with white worsted
scarf half concealing it's face.
| Mrs Mixsell, said he.
4 No answer was returned.
/ "Sulking, eh?" said Mr.. Mixsell.
''Wsll, you can have it out at your
leisure grimly commented her lord
and master, "Here's your break
FAST"
And he went his way, firmly con-
WINGED that Ebenezer Hillgrove had
| been mistaken in the fact of Mrs.
! Mixsell's presence at the concert.
| But no sooner was the morning
meal concluded than in walked Miss
Peggerell.
'Mornin,' Mr.. Mixsell How did
Agathy enjoy the concert last
night?"
"She didn'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 l wasn't there my
self"
Mr.. Mixsell excused himself and
went hurriedly upstairs.
"Ill be at the bottom of this mys-
tery,' said he, cor I'll know the rea-
son 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 it's immovable white
face and unalterable smirk, was only
that of the dummy which had deco
rated Miss Agatha Simplex's win
dows when she took in tailoring,
dressmaking and the general millinery
business. And the window was wide
4 opened and the bed had not been slept
i in.
! Goodness me, tragically cried out
! Mr. Mixsell ssShe has-left mel"
Just then he heard thesound OF puff
ing and loud breathing behind him,
and turning beheld the portly form OF
Miss Peggerell herself.
"What dreadful quick-mo tioned
man you be" painted Miss Peggere1l.
"Why couldn't you have stood still
long enough to let me tell youher mes
sage?"
1 "What message?" breathlessly de-
nanded Mr.. Mixsell.
"That she was gone back to the
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 welcoming smile when he came
home little late Of a frosty October
night!
| And he did go. The late Miss Sim
! pick sat behind the big "To Let" in
the bay-wind ow, composed and calm.
She greeted Mr.. Mixsell with an icy
politeness that went to his heart.
! "Agathap said the ex-widower;
| t'you you're not going to leave me?"
CPL stay with no man that treats
me like child, said she.
"But I won treat youso."
GIL live in no house whose prOprie-
tor locks me up" went on Mrs. Mix
4 SELL
"l'll never do it any more, my
7 dear!"
sand forbids me to go to concerts!"
"pll take you myself next time, Aga
tina
And upon this understanding Mrs.
Mixsell returned to the conjugal home,
| and Mr.: Mixsell chopped up the abom-
! Unable dummy for frewood.
Agatha Simplex had conquered, and
Mr.. Mixsell never was the same man
again. Asa Bell, in New York Ledger.
a A Plague Of Mice.
A battle royal withmic is "on' in