The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1894-07-26

down there and see what that fool is
up to, anyhow"
SO the captain disappeared, but did
not return. Mrs. Twitchell, feeling
! likewise the itch of an unsa tisfied de-
sire, finally grew ungovernably rest
! less.
! Dear suZz!' she complained. What
can be a-keepin' the captain so? In
generally, he never stays out later than
eight o'clock. Put on your bonnet and
/ shawl, Nisby, and Wen jest step down
there and fetch your paw back"
The girl obeyed and the two hurried
! toward the bottom On the way Nisby
complained that her head was hurting
her worse. She had invented prudent
headache previ ously. She was allowed
to return on condition of her going i'm
mediately to bed. Sundry blue and
red flashes through the cracks in the
barn completely conquered the old
lady. She determined to witness Dry
dapper's combat with nature if she
sat up all night.
This she did; while, unconscious OF
the vicinity of his wife. the captain
watched and nodded at "a little distance
amid the crowd. The hours passed
slowly, yet the people remained.
The professor had forbidden lights
or fires, as being inimical to his sue
cess. The captain and his wife stayed
on, however, risking rheumatism, and
whetting their tempers with delay.
When morning at last peeped over
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peevish audience, there was neither
any sign of rain in the sky nor life in
side the barn.
Il said he was a humbug," exclaimed
the captain, as he wrathfully burst
open the barn doors.
The crowd poured in, to find only
the mule and wagon. Inside the last
were some empty boxes. But there
was no Drydapper and likewise nc
negro
Il believe that's Bras Newman
mule and wagin.' said one man from
over about Three Forks.
Bras is own cousin to John Henry,
thought the captain, growing suspi.
cious at once. Hello, old woman he
added, noticing his wife at last.
where Nisby?'
But the old lady was making double
quick tracks for the house. The cap
tain followed. A couple met them
smilingly at the door 1t was Sophon.
isba and John Henry.
''Nisby Twitchell!' cried the moth.
err. 'If you DON'T
''Egscuse me, marm," interrupted
John Henry, ''Sophonisby Padget is
her name now. Parson Green. he mar
ried us long about three hour and a
half ago"
We'll, l nevern' exclaimed Mrs
Twitchell, but she was too overcome
to say more just then.
} ''Swindled out'n rain and daughter
. too" groaned the captain, while the
neighbors behind him began to grin
Y and chuckle.
: "Well,' argued John Henry. ''vor
r to'ced me to study up some plan tc
get Nisby, so | got Cousin Bras and hi,
e hired niger man to fix up like Bra,
\ was Drydapper: the scheme took bet
S tern egspected, OWN to :he drought
| had er'thing ready. so while vo,
t alls was down to the barn, me an,
S Nisby, we slipped off, got married.
: "Fooled!' grumbled the captain, sit
= ting down and looking about discon
n solately.
e Never mind, paw said Nisby en-
: couragingly. The real, all woo
l Drydapper is coming tomorrow. Let,
n go in to breakfast. Gettin married i,
e hard work, and I'm hongry, too"
S SO matters were gradually smootbef
out and when the genuine Drydappel
e did finally arrive he brought a verita
t BILE cloudburst in his wake. Dancino
T. Branch bottoms were overfowed. and
at last accounts, the captain had
= striven to negotiate with the profes
a sor for spell of dry weather.
a Some people are never satisfied.