Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1894-07-28

TOOK A SAGE SURVEY OF THE HEAVENS.
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 unsatisfed 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 we'll 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 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
the eastern hills upon this sleepy and
peevish audience, there was neither
any sign of rain in the sky nor life in
side the barn.
II said he was 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 no
negro.
II believe that's Bras Newlnan's
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
"Wheres 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
er. ''If you don't"
"Egscuse me, marm," interrup ted
John Henry, 'Sophonisby Padget is
her name now. Parson Green, he mar
ried us long about three hour and q
half ago"
'Well, | never!' 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
and chuckle.
Well" argued John Henry, 'you
fo'ced me to study up some plan tc
get Nisby, so got Cousin Bras and his
hired nigger man to fix up like Bras
was Drydapper; the scheme took bet
tern l egspected, OWN to The drought
i had everything ready, so while yor
. alls was down to the barn, me anC
J Nisby, we slipped off'n got married"
Fooled" grumbled the captain, sit
ting down and looking about discon
solately.
, "Never mind, paw" said Nisby en-
couragingly. "The real, all-woo
Drydapper is coming tomorrow. Lett
go in to breakfast. Gettin' married il
} hard work. and I'm hongry, too"
) So matters were gradually smoothet
out, and when the genuine Drydappe
, did finally arrive he brought verita
BILE cloudburst in his wake. Dancing
r Branch bottoms were overfowed, aud
at last accounts, the captain ha.
: striven to negotiate with the profea
; sor for spell OF dry weather.
, Some people are never satished.