The Globe-republican., 1894-08-03

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 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 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 a 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
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.
hn 1o-
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 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.
II 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?"
Bat 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.
Misty Twitchell.'' cried the moth
er. 'sIf YOU don't
:. "Egscuse me, marm," interrupted
John Henry, "Sophonisby Padget il
her name now. Parson Green, he mar
ried US long about three hour and ?
half ago"
"WeI, 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, 'syor
fo'ced me to study up some plan tc
get Nisby. so got Cousin Bras and his
hired niger man to fix up like Bras
was Drydapper; the scheme took bet
tern respected. OWN to the drought.
1 had everything ready, SO while you
alls was down to the barn, me and
Nisby. we slipped ohFn got married"
Fooled!' grumbled the captain, sit
ting down and looking about discon.
solately.
Never mind, paw" said Nisby en-.
couragingly. 1.-The rea1 Atwood
Drydapper is coming tomorrow. Let's
60 In to breakfast. Gettin' married IL
hard work. and I'm hongry, too"
80 matters were gradually smoothed
out. and when the genuine Drydappee
did finally arrive he brought . verita-
bic cloudburst in his wake. Dancing
Branch bottoms were overlooked, and.
At last accounta, the captain had
striven to negotiate with the profes.
sor for spell Of dry weather.
Some people arc never satis0el