Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1895-02-06

H%zNkHENS Wouiu VIII
W7HzzMNSSS six-foot rattler :
6V 0U00 W. He was wash
ing his hands at the sink. Jean Car
son, his niece, was ringing clothes Ou
of the bluing water.
"What is it now?" she asked, look
ing straight at him, with a keen twin
kle in her big, brown, heavy y-fringed
eyes. Her cheeks were as pink a:
wild roses. ats his new thrashine
machine, amt it? Wal, have hearl
twas a regular daisy!'
Jean disapproved of slang, but ,
Kansas ranch is favorable place fol-
the cultivation of it.
'I don't know nothing about hi,
thrashing machine. What know is,
knew Andrew Wilkerson, when 1 wa:
ivIn' in the south part o Indiany
twenty years ago. and I amt going to
have nothing at all to do with q mar
that was celebrated all over the coun
try for being q cheating, lying, on
principled, no-account scalawagI"
"Well," said Jean. squeezing out a
tablecloth, you've ben saying that,
pappy, ever since they moved here,
and hain't even disputed YOU"
He was all the ''pappy" she had
ever known.
ST won't neighbor with 'em!"
"Wal, you needn't. Only, seems to
me you have these spells of swearing
you won't have nothing to do with
him just when he's got something new,
er ben elected town trustee, er raised
an extra big crop of something. be-
live it riles you to think he's getting
along so good" mischievious dimple
developing itself at the corner of her
ripe mouth. 81 really believe, pap
pY ="
Mr.. Hinckly ratified the wash-basin.
He could never scold Jean, however
great her gay impertinence. But h:
spoke with sternness.
81 don't want nothin' to do with 'em. y
he repeated. "Ner I don't want you
to havel There's young feller in the
family; I've seen him once or twice
I wouldn't have You have no truck
with him, ner know him, not fer all ]
got in the world--not the son of q
man like Andrew Wilkerson. Blood
tells. If you ever see him, to any OF
the corn-huskings er merry-makings,
you give him the solid-goby. Now,
mean it'll"
you've ben saying that for thir-
teen months, too, pappy," said Jean,
laughing.
But her laugh was odd. She face:
Ger uncle bravely, but her cheeks had
lost their pinkness suddenly, and her
breath came for q moment in little
gasps.
Mr.. Hinckley wore spectacles, and
was not particularly observant, any.
how
When Jean carried baskeful OF
clothes out to the line, he gazed after
her, proudly and securely.
1.-The smartest gal in the countr,
and the handsomest!" he reflected,
with commendable moderation. '1t's
got to be fine feller that gifts her ava,
from 'pappy'
Mr. Hinckley had to drive to the
village that afternoon, to try and scare
up a decenter hired man than Hi
Adams, whose laziness appeared to be
positive disease.
He was thinking absorbedly of many
things as he drove along-Andrew
Wilkerson's heinous failings being fo'
the moment wholly out of his mind.
''Hi, therei" teamster shouted.
''Turn out, can't you?"
''Turn out yourself, Seth Simpson,
said Mr.. Hinckley.
They were old friends, and the,
grinned at each other.
But Mr.. Hinckley's three-year-U.s
''colt" had no liking for the great
empty hay rack upon the rude seat of
which Seth Simpson sat. She reared
quickly and violently.
''You fool Of a horse!" said her
iriver good-humoredly. "Keep in the
-oadl'
He Ierked her back, but she jumped
igain.
Mr.. Hinckley was bending forward.
With strong grasp upon the lines, and
one of the protruding poles of the rack
struck him forcibly on the forehead.
Tho lines fell from his hands, and he
Ielt of his head in daze of pain and
.larm, and fell forward Just as Seth
Simpson reached and caught him.
A voluminous voice was sounding il
his confused ears when his senses re-
;urned to him.
"No, sir; get Doctor Collins" II
'aid, decisively. ''He's the only feller
nound here that knows the difference
between a toothache and a case of
:holery morbus.
Goodness, Andrew, quit your jok'
ngl" a woman's pleasant voice be-
ieeched. "Tain't no time for jokes.
But you had better get Doctor Collins,
Mr. Simpson. Andrew, here, put an
,ther pillow under his head. He's
coming to-"
Mr.. Hinckley felt the breeze pro
fuced by Q palm-leaf fan; he smelled
rnica and camphor and ammonia.
Be HS on q lonnee. With hia callaa