The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1894-09-08

/ down there ana see what tnat IOol 10
up 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
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 well 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
J side the barn.
, 81 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.
Il believe that's Bras Newman'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.
where's Nisby?"
But the old lady was making double
quick tracks for the house. The cap
tain followed. A couple met them
smilingIy 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 Il
4 her name now. Parson Green, he mar
: ried us long about three hour and 9
n half ago"
"Well, / neverr' exclaimed Mrs
a Twitchell, but she was too overcome
d to say more just then.
o "Swindled out'n rain and daughter
e too" groaned the captain, while tn,
:. neighbors behind him began to grir
v and chuckle-
g WELL" argued John Henry, "yo,
r fo'ced me to study up some plan t,
get Misty, so got Cousin Bras and hi
e hired niger man to fix up like Bra
n was Drydapper; the scheme took bet
IS tern l respected, OWN to the drought
had ever thing ready, SO while vol
IT alls was down t6 the barn, me an,
Is NiSDy, we siiPPeu Oh III got married.
l. "Fooled!' grumbled the captain, sit
E. ting down and looking about discon
n solately.
Ie Never mind, paw" said Nisby en-
D. couragingly. THE real, all-woo
IL Drydapper is coming tomorrow. Let
n go in to breakfast. Gettin' married i
Ie hard work. and I'm hongry, too
Is So matters were gradually smoothe,
out. and when the genuine Drydappe
lie did finally arrive he brought verita
4 bic cloudburst in his wake. Dancin
,r Branch bottoms were overfowed, and
at last accounts, the captain ha
y striven to negotiate with the profes
. sor for spell of dry weather.
= Some people are never satisfied,