The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-01-21


9gztWta OF the most profound dis.
xSS$ may, as he, glanced UP
M&S5 from the letter he was
RXd) perusing
WM/ 1t makes my head
s.-AHE@ ache to Think said his
4S 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"
He read aloud as follows:
Dear Nephew: l shall be in Lyons on the
10th at clock, and look for you to meet
baby in the house, my presence will be in
dispen>able to Della, who is only a child
herself, so shall stay with you all winter.
G'le Gods, toretend!" exclaimed Charl ",
piously.D l hear Della leaves everything to
the care o2fthe girl so the place must be at
dainiul Snifl l will soon set things to
rights. i''lndeed, you will do no such
thing" observed Della Indignantly 1
shall bring the baby some boneset-it is the
best thing for children
"Dick, don't read another line"
broke ID the baby's mother. "Bone-
set, indeed. 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" 49, sa> ST.
''Della, look at your brother!n' 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 speeches.. What a. direful 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 q fit OF
immoderate laughter, in the midst OF
which the baby awoke and yelled
? like a small savage thereby causing a
diversion.
The next day arrived; also Aunt
Irlb, satchel, handbook, bag, bundle,
parasol, lap-dog, and parrot Della
held up both hands in horror as the
last two met her veiw.
''IrlbulatlOns never come SINGLE"
she remarked. sotto voce, to Charley,
and hurried to welcome her guest,
leaving that graceless young man in
commissions.
Miss TribulatiOn Warren was a tall
and angular maiden on the shady side
OF so, she owned to 35, with a hatchet
face and corkscrew ringlets. She wore
glasses and was literarily inclined.
having O. faculty, like Mr.. Wege, OF
"dr.opping into poetry" upon all oc-
caslons. Moreover she was fearfully
and wonderfully superstltious, as
this story will reveal.
In less than an hour after her ad-
vent into the Robertson household
pandemonium reigned. She frightened
the baby into fits by chucl1ing him un-
der the chin and calling him "an epi-
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
la to quiet him as best she might.
Aunt Trib sailed into the kitchen to
superintend Mary in her preparation
for tea. :. s1.....
"Never stir biscuit, Mary" she ad
monished. It makes them heavy
You should beat them WELL Notice
much salt, and baking powder with
sweet milk-no soda. Even full
Mary, even full Pm afraid that is
too generous measure"
Mary who made beautiful bread anC
biscuit when left to herself, became ex
ceedingly nervous and muddled with
SO many directions, and heaved g
sigh OF relief when the biscuit was al
last In the oven.
in about ten minutes a strange odo1
began to pervade the kitchen, anc
Aunt Trib, white as a sheet, burst iii
to the sitting-room.
"Della," she cried, wringing he7
hands IN an agony of fear. siDella
child, your house is haunted!"
WHAT exclaimed Della, in utte
amaZement
"Haunted!' reiterated Aunt Trib
sinking into a chair. "The kitchen i
fairly blue with sulphur! tell YOU,
4 secret crime has been committed il
this house."
1Nonesense!" said Della, rising an,
going out to investigate.