The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1896-07-30
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"The hinges the hinges, fooli" he
yelled
/ could not see his face, but felt
that il was red to bursting.
"When you have done laughing,
idiot !" he cried.
But the helmet swayed so oddly on
his shoulders, his voice came from out
il in such strange tones, that the more
he gesticulated, the more he yelled
and threatened me, the louder l
laughed.
At that moment the clock OF tho
Hotel-de-Vill, striking five, was heard.
"Thc Municipal Councilw MUIR
INJURED my uncle, in n stifled voice.
"Quick help me off with this beast
of machine Well settle our business
afterwards !"
But suddenly likewise, an idea--o
wild, extraordinary idea-came into
my head but then, whoever is madder
than lover? Besides, / had no
choice of means.
"Nol" replied.
Ny uncle fell back two PAGES in
terror-and again the enormous
helmet wobbled on his shoulders.
NO." repeated, firmly, 'I'll not
help you out, unless you give me the
hand of my cousin Rose"
From the depths of the strangely
elongated visor came, not an angry
exclamation, but a veritablo roar.
had "done it'll had burned my
shipsl
"If you do not consent to do what
I ask OF you," l added, mot only will
I not help you Off with your helmet,
but ! will call in all your neighbors,
and then go aud find the Municipal
Councilw
"You'll end your days on the scaf-
fold !" cried my uncle.
"Tbe hand of Rose" I repeated.
"You told me that it would only be by
force that you would he made to say
'yes'-say Git, or l will call in tho
neighborsl" !"
The clock was still striking; nv
uncle raised his arms rs il to curse
me.
decide at once" cried, "some-
body is comingl'
"Well, then-yes!" murmurel my
uncle. "But mako haste |"
"On your word of honor?'
"On my word of homer !"
The visor gave way, the Rorget-
piece also, and my uncle's head issued
from durance, red as n poppy.
Just in time. The chemist ut tho
corner, colleague in the Municipal
Council, entered the shop.
"Are you coming?" he asked; "they
will be beginning the business without
u.s."
"Fm coming" replied my uncle.
And without looking at me, lie took
up his hat and cane and hurried out.
The next moment all my hopes had
vanished. My uncle would surely not
forgive me.
At dinner-time took my place ut
table on his right hand in low spirits,
ate little, and said nothing.
at will come with the dessert" l
thought.
meeting her eyes. As | had expected.
the dessert over, my uncle lit his pipe,
raised his head, and then
"Rose e-come here T"
Rose went to him.
"Do YOU know what that fellow
there asked me to do, Yesterday"
trembled like leaf, and Rose did
the same.
"ro give'him yonr hand" he added.
"Do you love him?"
Rose cast down her eyes.
every well,' continued my uncle ;
con this side, the case is complete.
Come here, you."
| approached him.
"Here l am, uncle" and, in a
whisper, l added quickly: Forgive
me ="
He burst into n hearty laugh.
"Marry her, then. donkey-sinco
you love her, and / give her to you !"
"Ah uncle !"
"Ah dear papa" !"
And Rose and threw ourselves into
his arms.
Every good very good!" he cried,
wiping his eyes. 'Be happy, that's
all l ask"
And, in turn, he whispered in my
ear:
~ should have given her to you all
the same. you big goose; but-keer
the story of the helmet between us
two"
/ give you my word that / have
never told it but to Rose, my dear lit
tie wife. Aud, if ever you pass along
the Rue des Claquettes, No. 80, at the
place of honor in the old shop, IL
show you my uncle's helmet, whicl
we would never sell.-From th
French, in Strand Magazine.
Water Beneath Coral Rock.