Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1894-06-30

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woman, said Squire Carbapcle, in his
deer. souorous voice. ITO my cert.in
knowledge, she has refused one or two
shiftless fellows who wanted to marry
her merely 10 be supported. She's a
good deal better off single than mar
| rieI"
Miss Belinda never said word when
Squire Carbuncle's superb liver col
cred setter killed her fayorite Mus
covy Guck anG tie squire, on ms
part, condored the offense. when Miss
Bubbles chickens scratched up all his
early lettuce and made havoc with his
seeding pansies and pinks.
''Neighbors orter be neighboriv."
said Miss Belinda. And dogs nature
| Is dog IS nntureI'
II must stop up the cracas under
the fence, said the squire. "Oi
course: Belinda can't help her chick
ems getting through! No woman
| could"
Thus matters were, when Miss
Belinda's cousin, Fannie Halkett,
came to visit her-a plump, peach
checked young woman who was cashier
at glove store in the city.
Cousin Bubble, said Fannie,
why don't you marry Squire Car.
buncle?'
LA, Fannie!" cried the elderly
lamse!, starting back SO suddenly
that sine stepped on ono of the velvet.
white paws of the pet kitten.
'.Yes, truly, why don't you?" sale
Fannie. ''He needs wife: And it
would be very nice for you to have a
husband. Now wouldn't it?'
'-Go long" said Miss Belinda.
81 never thought of such thing!
Nor him neither. Go out, Fannie,
and pick mess O white Antwerp
raspberries for tea, and don't let me
hear no more such nonsense.
"Nonsense II echoed Fannie, laugh
ing, as she went off with a blue edged
fjovl in her hand. But think It
ism. nonsense at all I"
And among the Antwerp raspberry.
vines she talked the matter over with
| Julian Hall, Squire CarDuncle >
! nephew, who had come to the farm for
| week. trout fishing, and who had
developed very strong propensity
| for reading novels under the old pear
| tree that overshadowed Miss Bubble )
| garden fence.
"Wouldn't it be nice?' said Fannie
"Splendid!" Julian answered, lean
ing over to put handful of raspber-
ries into the blue-edged bowel.
Whether he leaned too far and los
his footing or how it happened he did
not know; but certain it is that. just
Mt that moment, one Of the beehives
fell-.crash lover among the rasp-
| berry bushes Fannie fled in Wild
fright. ard Julian himself, recovering
his balance as best he might, was
driven to ignominous fight.
"Who did that?" said Squire Car
buncle, lssuing out of the door.
I'm afraid did, sir confessed
Julian
"And what am to say to Miss Be-
linda Bubble sternly demanded his
nncle
I'm sure. sir, don't know f. an
swered Julian @
Such n thing never happened be
fore in all the years that we haye livel
as ueichbor TO each other" said Mr.
| Carbuncie. ''Of course, the bees have
got away and the glass honey boxes
are broken
81 am very sorry, sir. said Julian.
The SQUIRE. An eminentiy just man,
harnessed mp his gray pony and drove
;ostown the next day. That evening
he called at the Bubble Farmhouse
with q square package, neatly done ur
in brown paper, IN his arms. Fannie
Halke,t came to the door.
MY dear said Squire Caronncie,
us vour cousin at home
..<es, sir. said Fannie, arttecinc
a.. over and showing the way into tas
best pa-ior, where the hlue-pape.
hnades were down aad the stuffed ow
en tie nan.el :.ansdxed the eaane'
visitors with its ewes of Siitterine
s-ee2 glass.
Tell he- ve called OF ve-v pa.t:cu
lar business. sa:2 ,ne squire. sono.
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