The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1895-01-03

Obul CaFIer knew Lnab nOJ one o.
the messages had ever been delivered
they having been sent by himself
Neither would the present one be de
liyered; for Miss Pills hens were COCO
layers. and it was easier for Saul Il
pocket the eggs and take them hom,
to deliver unpleasant messages to his
fair neighbor.
Frank himself, who preferred albu
men to mucilage for restoring the ad
hesiveness of pocket-worn postage
stamps, often made an opening in the
small end of an egg and propped it MP
on his desk on the othertend, to serve
as bottle of that liquid. 1t CHANGED
on this unluclly day that, for the first
time, he made still further use OF
some of those "pearly-shelled Beauties
as Miss Phil would have called them.
| When he was hurried with his work,
he sometimes prepared his dinner on
Il little stove in the office; and on this
occasion, being i'll great haste and hav-
ing but scant supply of edibles on
hand, he resolved, not without some
qualms of conscience, to fry an egg or
| two of those deposited in the managers,
Saul Carter having failed to take them
| all away. He had one suffering away
in the frying pan when shadow dark
ened the doorway, and looking up he
beheld, to his horror, Miss Phillis
Plunger standing there. Thinking she
had come in answer to the message
he had sent her about her chickens,
he stood in speechless confusion, and
allowed his egg to burn to crisp.
At length he found voice to say: II
neser did cook one Of your hens eggs
before, Miss Diver, though sometimes
break one to use as mucilage," with a
wave of his hand toward the one on the
desk.
"Why, that is one of Top-knot's
eggs" said Miss Phil, wonderingly,
advancing to the desk and inspecting
the egg.
II am very sorry about the matter,
Miss Diver" stammered poor Frank.
Miss Plunger," corrected Miss Phil,
with smile which Frank pronounced
angelic. He knew the lady before him
by general appearance, but he had never
looked into her pretty, frank face be-
fore, and she was wholly different from
the person of his imagination.
Have my chickens been troubling |
you, Mr.. Flushton?" she asked, blush |
ing little in her turn.
why, hasn't Saul Carter been tell
ing you? mean hasn't he been deliv-
ering my messages? ?" asked Frank.
NO" replied Miss Phil, her smile re-
turning; II presume Mr.. Carter's mod
csty prevented him from delivering
which he thought would not
be altogether agreeable to their re-
cipient."
'Just like Saul not to do as said,"
1nuttered Frank. "He isn't good for
ON earth but to catch drum
mers."
A satisfactory, though somewhat en-
explanation in regard to the
chickens having been given, Miss Phil
made known her business, which was to
hire horse to drive out into the coun-
Try few miles. 1t CHANGED that every
gentle horse in Franks possession was
either on the road or too tired to work,
so he could let her have horse only by
,oing along himself Us driver. To this
,he could offer no reasonable objection,
be charge being no higher, so Frank
Promised to drive around for her as
ioon as he had eaten his dinner.
"Oh! l forgot that you have had no ,
Inner" said Miss Phil, turning back ,
IS she reached the door. pray let me
ry you an egg fit to eat"
She insisted on performing this act :
# kindness for him, and fried the egg !
O deftly and daintily that Frank could {
ave eaten it with supreme satisfaction !
lad it not been for the Notifying re- !
ections which accompanied his din :
er. How contemplate must have