The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-02-13

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-5MS ache to think" said his
| ~V dark-eyed little wife, who
was hushing her baby to sleep.
"Aunt Trib is coming" in sepul
chral tones. "Look out Della-don't
let the boy fall! Yes, she will be here
tomorrow. Listen my child, and
don't let your wits 60 wool gather.
ing"
lie read aloud as follows:
Dear Nephew: shall be in Lyons OH the
10th at o'clock. and look for you TO meet
me with the carriage. Now that there is q
baby in the house, my presence will be in.
| dispensable to Della, who Is only a child
herself so shall stay with you all winter
| eye Gods, forefendp' exclaimed Charl ",
pously.) / hear Della leaves everything 10
the care Of the girl, so the place must be al
skies and sevens. (Here Mary gave dis.
dainiul sniff will soon set things to
! rights. ("Indeed, you will do no such
thing!" observed Della indignantly
shall bring the baby some boneset-itis the
best thing for children
"Dick, don't read another lne'
broke IN the baby's mother. "Bone-
set, indeedl The idea! What does
that old woman think she knows
about babies? She never had one
herself"
Heaven forbid" said Rich. "But,
Della, what are we to do? She is COM
ing with the full intention of remain
ing and taking root"
"Scare her away" said Della,
promptly.
at can't be done" groaned Charley.
Tell her there is smallpox or diph-
liberia in the vicinity. Tell her every
one gets la grippe who stays here
through the winter. Tell her anything,
Dick, only induce her to take herself
And her boneset and her false teeth
back to Omaha"
Della, look Mt your brother!' cried
Rich suddenly. "What have you
done to him? Speak, Charley Where
are you in pain?" But Charley only
grimaced and flung his arms wildly
above his head, while he writhed as
if in the last agonies.
"Ah!" said Rich sadly, "He is smit-
ten speechless. What dreful mis-
fortune has befallen us! Shall we never
hear those dear, If slightly idiotic, ut
terances AGAIN. Try to speak, Charley,
/ beseech you. They say unlimited
pinching is good for this sort OF an
attack" rising
Charley waved him back.
"Her teeth" he gasped family.
Rich and Della broke into fit OF
immoderate laughter, in the midst OF
which the baby awoke and yelled
like small savage thereby causing q
diversions.
The next day arrived; also Aunt
Trib, satchel, handbook, bag, bundle.
parasol, lap-dog, and parrot. Della
held up both hands in horror us the
last two met her veiw.
Calculations never come single"
she remarked, soto voce, to Charley,
and hurried to welcome her guest,
leaving that graceless young man in
commissions.
Miss Tribulation Warren was tall
and angular maiden on the shady side
OF so, she owned to 35, with Ratchet
fnce and corkscrew ringlets She wore
glasses and was literarily inclined,
having n faculty, like Mr.. Wegp, of
dropping into poetry" upon all oc-
casions. Moreover she was fearfully
and wonderfully superstitious, as
this story will reveal.
In less than an hour after her nd
vent into the Robertson household
pandemonium reigned. She frightened
the baby into fits by chucking him un-
der the chin and calling him IAN cpl
tome OF his father" Baby, who was
used to being dubbed "a chin of the
Old block" walled long and loud, and
refused to be comforted. Leaving Del
In to quiet him as best she might,
Aunt Trib sailed into the kitchen to
superintend Mary in her preparation
for tea.
Never stir biscuit, Mary" she nd.
m onished. at makes them heavy.
You should beat them well. Not too
much salt, and baking powder with
sweet milk-no soda. Even full,
Mary, even full. I'm afraid that is
too generous measure"
Mary who made beautiful bread and
biscuit when left to herself, became ex-
ceedingly nsrvous and muddled with
so many directions, and heaved q
sigh of reliet when the biscuit was at
last in the oven.
= in about ten minutes strange odor
began to pervade the kitchen, and
Aunt Trib, white as a sheet, burst in.
to the sitting-room.
Della" she cried, wringing her
Snnds in an agony of fear. 'Della,
child, your house is hauntedl"
"Wbat" exclaimed Della, in utter
amacement.
Haunted" reiterated Aunt Trib.
sinking into q chair. ''The kitchen is
fairly blue with sulphur! tell you, a
secret crime has been committed in
this house"
"Nonesensel" said Della, rising and
going out to investigate.