The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1896-09-05

the Mixsells, came, bright and early,
to breakfast. Nh. Mixsell himself was
frying ham and eggs over the kitchen
fire.
"Where's your wife?" demanded Eb-
enezer.
"She hasn't left her room yet,"
said Mr.. Mixse]l, adhering to the let
ter of the truth, if not to its spirit.
"She was up pretty late at the con-
cert last night, eh?" said Ebenezer.
"At the-concert!" said Mr.. Mixsell,
forgetting in his surprise to turn the
last slice of ham, which lay THRILLING in
the pan.
"Isaw her there" said Ebenezer,
elm q black silk gown, and hat with
blue feathers on it! Laughed awfully
at the comic parts and cried at the
Farewell Hymn"
MI. Mixsell, with q last gleam Of
presence of mind, rescued the ham
from it's fiery ordeal and put it on the
plate.
"Sit down and eat, Ebenezer," said
he. :'While I go and see after Mrs. Mix
SELL"
And off he trudged with his square
loaf of bread and pitcher OF water.
Arriving at the door, he unlocked it
and peeped in.
There, leaning against the window
sill with its backto him. wasthe we'll
known figure in the black dress and
scarlet shawl, with a white worsted
scarf half concealing it's face.
"Mrs. Mixsell," said he.
No answer was returned.
"Sulking, eh?" said MI. Mixsell.
"WelI, you can have it out at your
leisure" grim!y commented her lord
and master, "Here's your break
fast"
And he went his way, firmly con-
WINGED that Ebenezer Rillgrove had
been mistaken in the fact OF Mrs.
Mixseil's presence at the concert.
But no sooner was the morning
meal concluded than in walked Miss
Peggerell.
"Mornin,' Mr.. Mixsell. How did
Agathy enjoy the concert last
night?"
"she didn't enjoy it at ALL" said
Mr.. Mixsell. She wasn't there"
"Not there!" echoed Miss Pegger-
ell. "But she was, and she sat next
to me, and 1 walked home as far as
Chicken lane under her umbrella.
You'll tell me next l wasn't there my
SELF"
Mr.. Mixseil excused himself and
went hurriedly upstairs.
"lll be at the bottom of this mys-
terry" said he, cor I'll know the rea-
son why!!"
He unlocked the bedroom door and
flung it open.
"Agatha!" said he, sternly; "Aga-
thai"
| And then he saw that the figure by
the window, with its immovable white
face and unalterable smirk, was only
that of tho dummy which had deco
rated Miss Agatha Simplex's. win
dows when she took in tailoring,
dressmaking and the general millinery
business. And the window was wide
opened and the hedhadnot been slept
in.
"Goodnezs me-" tragically cried out
Mr.. Mixsell. "Sae has-left mel"
Just then he heard the sound of puff
ing and loud breathing behind him,
and turning beheld the portly form OF
Miss Peggerell herself.
"What a dreadful quick-motioned
man you be-" painted Miss Peggerell.
"Why couldn't you have stood still
long enough to let me tellyouher mes
sage?"
"What message?" breathlessly de-
manded Mr.. Mixsell.
'"That she was gone back to the
shop, and if you wanted to see her,
world find her thereiD
"Mr. Mixsell considered. Should he
20 or should he not? True, his pride
was concerned; but then, again, how
nicely Agatha ironed his shirts and
cooked his supper; how pleasant was
home q little late OF a frosty October
night!
EYES," said Mr.. Mixsell, "Ill co."
And he did go. che late Miss Sim
pick sat behind the big "To Let" in
the bay-window, composed and calm.
She greeted MIR. MixselJ with an icy
| politeness that went to his heart.
"Agatha!" said the ex-widower;
"you-you'r re not going to leave me?"
"Tll stay with no man that treats
me like a child" said she.
"But I won't treat you So"
."Tll live in no house whose proprie-
tor locks me up" went on Mrs. Mix
sell.
"l'll never Go it any more, my
| dear"
"And forbids me to go to concerts!"
"I'll take youmyselfnext time, Aga
tina"
And upon this understanding Mrs.
Mixsell returned to the conjugalhome,
and Mr.. Mixsell chopped upthe abom-
Unable dummy for tirewood. .
Agatha Simplex had conquered, and
MI. Mixsell never was the same man
again.-Asa Bell, in New York Ledger.
Who Named the Flowers.