Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1894-07-26


down there and see what that fool is
mp to, anyhow"
So the captain disappeared, but did
not return. Mrs. Twitchell, feeling
likewise the itch of an unsatisfied de-
sire finally grew ungovernably rest
less
Dear suzz!' she complained. "What
san be a-lSeepin' 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
here and fetch your paw back"
The girl obeyed and the two hurried
oward the bottom. On the way Nisby
complained that her head was hurting
aer worse. She had invented prudent
headache previ ously. She was allowed
20 return on condition of her going i'm
nediately to bed. Sundry blue and
ed flashes through the cracks in the
Darn completely conquered the old
ady. She determined to witness Dry
lapper'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
pr fires, as being inimical to his sue
cess. The captain and his wife stayed
on. however, rislsing 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.
Il said he was u 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 Newmau's
mule and wagln," 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's Nisby2"
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
or. 'If yoa 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"
well, | neverr 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 to
get Nisby, so got Cousin Bras and his
hired niger man to fix up like Bras
was Drydapper; the scheme took bet
tern egspected, OWN to the drought
had everything ready, SO while you
alls was down to the barn, me and
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-wool
Drydapper is coming tomorrow Let's
go In TO breakfast. Gettin' married ia
hard work, and I'm hongry, too"
30 matters were gradually smoothed
out and when the genuine Drydapper
did finally arrive he brought verita-
BILE cloudburst in his wake. Dancing
Branch bottoms were overfowed, and,
at last accounts, the captain had
striven to negotiate with the profess
sor for a spell of dry weather.
Some people are never satisfied.