The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1897-11-11
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: UNCLE JONES' WARNING. :
BY "a. E. Houard. 9
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Observation-Disclosures

A UNIT ROS!Ll.E had JuSt clearer |
u away her breakfast dishes one |
bright spring morning, when Mis- DeX-
ter dropped in. Mis- Dexter lived in |
the road towards the village, and as
the stage went by her door twice day
she managed to keep pretty well posted.
1t was very warm for the time of
year, and Mis- Dexter looked it; her
large fat fare was redder than ever,
and her thin gray hair seemed literally
glued to her little round head.
Aunt Rosille saw her coming, and
welcomed her heartily; but Mis- DeX-
ter lust nodded, and said never a word.
She made straight for the big cane
seated rocker by the sitting-room win
dow, and as she settled herself com
fortably on the soft patchwork cushion,
she gave a deep sigh of content.
Aunt Rosille hurried in after her, and
handed her the big palm-leaf fan bound
round with turkey red. Then she set
tied herself primly on the very edge
Of Uncle Jones' rush-bottomed chair,
and waited for the news that she felt
sure was coming. 1t must be some
thing out of the ordinary that would
so hurry and disturb calm, easy-going
Mis' Daxtar so carly on IA sIri"ey '''~>---- -
ing.
Mis- Dexter paused only to get her
breath Then she said, eagerly: Have
you heard the news"
"No; what?" Aunt Rosille leaned
forward eXpectantly.
Elder Brewster's dead. He died yes
terday morning"
AN what'u become of pore Mis-
Brewster an the children? Wherell
they live"
Deacon Foster says he'll let EN- have
the old Cobb place, if the other members
ii take hold an help. Seems as if there'd
. ought to be enough folks who'd put
their hands in their pockets. The elder
was a general favorite." Mis- Dexter
leaned back comfortably and famed
herself slowly two or three times. AN
came round this mornin' to see what
Uncle Jones'll do"
Aunt Rosille's thin brown face looked
drawn and anxious, and she began to
ginger her bingham apron nervously.
III do my level best with him, Mis-
Dexter, but YOU know Arson as well as
do, an you know he's near. But I'll
do my level best with him, an I'll give
suthin' from my egg an butter money
Aunt Rosille folded her thin, bOny
hands so tightly that the swollen veins
seemed tied in great knots. Mis- DeN-
tcr's mild, pleasant face looked the
sympathy she did not dare express,
and she famed herself vigorously two
OF three times.
YES, l know" she said, softly, but
guess he'll come round all right. Men
folks generally do. Shall l speak to
him, or will you"
oh let me-" said Aunt Rosille, hur-
riedly. He might refuse you, an he's
as set as the everlasting hills"
After Uncle Jones had eaten a warm
supper and settled himself comfortably
by the fire, Aunt Rosille broached' the
subject. "Mis' Dexter was over this
forenoon" Uncle Jones grunted
gruffly. AN she said Elder Brewster
was dead, an Mis- Brewster an the
children are comm back here to live.
Deacon Fosters goin' to let them have
the old Cobb place"
Uncle Jones looked intently inter
ested, but he said never a word.
An Mis- Dexter wanted 20 know il
we couldn't help EN- a little. All the
members are goin to give suthin."
well, let EN-" growled out Uncle
Jones, They may if they wanter, bul
| don't see as I'm called on to pervide.'
He leaned back with an air as if he had
thoroughly exhausted the subject
Aunt Rosille sighed and kept quiet
She knew better than to argue with
Uncle Jones.
The next morning Uncle Jones was
more tactiturn than ever. Aunt Rosillt
noticed it thankfully. She hoped hi:
conscience was troubling him; but, be
ing a wise woman, she held her peace
Monday morning Mis- Dexter stopped
at the door on her way to the village
81 thought I'd run in a minute an lie
you know they're goin' to give Mis-
Brewster a donation party next Thurs
day evenin', an you must be sure an
come"
As Aunt Rosille watched her down the
road, she made up her mind that some
thing must be done. 1t was already
Monday, and none too early TO begin OF
Uncle Jones if he was going to the party
Thursday. He was very fond of warn
biscuit, so Aunt Rosille stirred up
batch for his supper, and after Uncl
Jones had eaten heartily and seemed a
peace with all mankind she began gen
tly:
Mis- Dexter dropped in a minute thi
mornin' on her way to the village.
Uncle Jones glanced up suspiciously
and his dark wrinkled face clouded
''She said Mis- Brewster's goin' to have
donation party Thursday night, ant
they want us to 60"
Uncle Jones face grew darker. II
had hoped that the Brewster matte
was settled, that it had slipped Aun
Rosille's mind, but he ought to hav
known her better.
What shall we carry? I can spar
some yarn an butter, an can't you lie
EN- have some -four an meal, or som
pork? AnythingIl come handy wher
there's CROWN boys"
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