The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1894-07-30

CONFUSION was shaking the depths OF ce-
Iestial space. And, indeed, it was all
very puzzling, even to the children, put
Drusilla. who had less imaginat ton than
anv of the rest accounted for it all by
one bold stroke of common sense
''shuh! Tain nothin 'tall!' she .ex-
claimed, "Dey done got froo wild dinner
at home, an eo Aunt Cindy done put Gle
buttermik Jug back in de SPRING
Sweetest Susan caught her breath with
gasp, and laughed HISTORICALLY. She had
been very much alarmed.
II expo II that's what it is" said Buster
john but shere some doubt in his tone.
He turned to Mr.. Thjmbletinger, VINO ha a,'
followed them What time is it, pleas" y
Mr.. Thimblefinger drew his watch from
his pocket with as much dignity as he
could assume and held his head gravely
on one side. cit is noW-let me see-ahetl.
it is now precisely thirteen minutes ana
eleven seconds after l o'clock"
us that the jug in the spring. asked
Sweetest Susan, pointing to the huge black
shadow that was now webbing and WAIVER
ing more slowly.
Mr.. Thimblefinger shaded his eyes with
his hard ana examined the shadow crti-
cally. Yes, that is the jug-the light hurts
my eses-yes, certainly, that is the jug.
Presently a volume of white vapor shot
out from the shadow. 1t was larger than
What is THAR" asked Sweetest Susan
Mr. Thimblehnger felt almost as thought
full as a sure enough man Of science.
That" said he, sis an emanation-an
exhalatio you might say-that we fire.
quently witness in our atmosphere"
"A whch?' asked Buster John.
"Well,' replied Mr.. Thimbefnger, clear
ing his throat, 'its-er-an emanation."
HUH cried Drusilla, "'taint no kind er
Il 1aal i'm la
Jug l done toll Aunt 'Cindy bout dat
leakin jug"
Mr.. Ra bbit and Mr.. Meadows had come
out of the house in time to hear this, and
they laughed heartily. In fact, they all
laughed except Mr.. Thimbleflnger and Dru-
silla.
TT happens every day." said Mrs. Mead
ows. 1--WE never notice it, l suppose if it
happens up there where you children live,
everybody would make a great to-dO? I'm
glad don't live there where there's so much
fussng and guessing going on. l know how
it is. Something happens that doesn hap
pen every day. and then somebody'n guess
one way and somebody another way, and
the first thing you know there's a great
run1pus over nothing. I'm truly glad 1
came away from there in time to get out
Of the worst of 1t. You children had better
take a notion and stay here with US.
"Oh, no." cried Sweetest Susan. Mamma
and papa would want to see u.s."
That's So" said Mrs. Meadows well,
just came out here to tell you not to get
too near the Green Moss swamp beyond
the hill yonder. There's an old Spring Liz
ard over there that might want to shake
hands with you with his tail. Besides It's
not healthy around there; it is too damp
ooh, we not going anywhere until
we start home" Sweetest Susan remarked.
How large is the Spring Lizard"' in
quired Buster John.
Hes a heap too big for on to manage
replied Mrs. Meadows. Il don't know that
he'd hurt you, but he's slept in the mud
over there until he's so fat he can't wal
low scarcely He might roll over on you
and hurt you some"
Are there any lions over there!' inquired
Sweetest Susan.
mo. honey, not a living one, SAID MIS-
Meadows. 49,, .,. o,,+
Nv this time Mr.. Rabbit had come out
on the piazza, bringing his walking cane
and his pipe He presently seated himself
on the steps, and leaned his head COM
fortably against one of the posts
well, we'll, WELL" he exclaimed. IL
has been years and years since I've hearo
the name of Brother Lion. Is he still liv-
ing and doirg well?" Mr.. Rabbit turned
an ino,1irinS eve on Sweetest Susan.
"She doesn't know anything about lions,
said Buster John. mr.
'@Svhy I dor cried Sweetest Susan.
saw one once in a cage
'In a cage? Brother Lion In cage
Mr. Rabbit raised his hands and rolled MS
eyes in establishment. what is the "orln
coming to? Well. I've said many ana
many time that Brother Lion was not
right up here Mr.. Rabbit tapped his
forehead significantly. I'm cage! now
that posters me- Why, he used to go roar
ing and rompng about the country. scar
ing them that didn't know him mighty nigh
to death. And so Brother Lion is IN
cage? But I might have known IL.
wonder how the rest Of the family are get
ting on? Not that they are any KIN 10
me, for they are not. I called him Brother
Lion just to be neighborly. Oh, no! lie and