Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1897-09-29

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$lXsR ssSs. and in all -proba
"a SysSG8 bility never hat
sgaS-STs been intended fo.
1t was cottage, one-storied, .strag
Cling and comfortable, with semi
circular parlor in the front, which
topped off with comical imitation oi
wooden battlements, was half covered
with waving sprays of woodbine and
clinging sheets Of ivy.
But "The Tower" it had always beer
entitled, and after that lawsuit came
up itacquired a sort of celebrity unde,
the old, familiar name.
YES" said Miss Isidora Ives,
t"The Tower is mine still, and I in.
tend to keep it. Everything else they
have taken away from me, because
some loggerhesded old ancestor OF
mine signed his name to deed John
B. Robinson instead of John G. Rob-
inson.' As if one letter of the alpha
bet could make any difference! I've
no patience with people! The majesty
of the law, indeedl Pshawl''
"But if the rest of the property be-
longs to your Cousin Robinson, so
does The Tower" suggested Mrs. Mil
roy.
IT can't help that, said Miss isl
dora. Here I am and here I mean
to stay, law or no law"
Mrs. Milroy opened her weak eyes.
Feeble. as u kitten herself, she could
scarcely comprehend such valiant res
olution in another.
rsfE BHt ada i heS Sosgg sgpss ssoFa5 ohaFa 18th the
writ ofhabeas corpus?"she faltered.
''Then, said Miss Isidora, they'll
have to clear out again. Common
sense is common sense. The house
is mine, and I mean to keep it. I've
got new bolts and bars to all the doors,
and keep kettle of boiling water on
the stove night and day, and my
friend, Mr.. Jeffreys, who is clerk in
q law Office, has given me the hintnever
to let in a man with a bag"
"Why not?' breaGnlessly questioned
Mrs. Milroy.
sDon't you see?" said Miss Isidora,
snapishly. because il will be full Of
law papers. Writs and summonses,
and all that sort of thing"
"Ohr said Mrs. Milroy..
Thus, acting upon the hint, Miss
Isidora turned the plumbers man
away, and resolutely declined to have
anything to say to the book-agent and
the act-distributor. She considered
herself in state of siege, took her
mornings milk into the window with
tin pail and chain, communicated
with the trades people from behind
two square inches of doorway, aud
took everybody she did not know for
an enemy. The Tower was hers, and
The Tower she meant to keep. And
Rebecca, her little maid, was stricken
with breathless admiration for her
warlike qualities.
"But, of course, ma'am, said Re
becca, nobody can stand against the
law"
'Ill see whether they can or not!'
said Miss Isidora Ives. "Be sure you
keep the kettles we'll filled, Rebecca,
and don't let the fires go out. day OF
night"
And whenever she received through
the mail letter with legal appear
ance, OF an envelope crested with the
firm address of Messrs. Tape & String
ham, her Cousin Robinson's lawyers
she invariably poked: it between the
bars of the CRATE, and smiled vindic
lively to see it blaze.
ssWhat are we to do with such {
case as this?" said Mr. Tape, when he
heard all this.
"Put in sheriff's officer at once,
said Stringham. "The woman is
trespasser, and has been all her life.
"No, no, MOI" said Mr.. Tape, bland
". "She's woman. No harsh meas
ures. It is Gideon Robinson's expires!
Injunction that all courtesy be show1
to the defendant. Well try something
else before we proceed to extremities.
And one pleasant October afternoon
when the air was ALL blue mist, ant
the setting sun shone as if through
medium of Opaque gold, the LANDLORD
OF the Toplady Arms came putting VI
the hill with a stout, pieasant-facet
gentleman, and rang the bell, which
echoed like q double chime through
the tiny tower.
$50 away!" said Miss Isidora, from
the window, spying the tops Of tw
hats.
"oh, my, ma'amw squeaked Re
becca over her shoulder, shall l ge
the gun?"
"I beg pardon, ma'am,' said tn
stranger, "but-'
$50 away, I sayi" sternly repeated
Miss Isidora Ives. "Rebeeea, bring il
that kettle! I'll have you to under
stand that am not to be trihed with.
But by this time mine host Of tn
Toplady Arms had simultaneously re
covered his breath and his presence c
mind.
s'Miss Ives, he pufed, stertorously
don't be frustrated! It's only Israe
Jenkins"
.iBless the mans heart!" said Mis-
Isidora, "why didn't 'e say so before
And what on earth ~ you want here
Jenkinsi
'It's q lodger. Miss Ives" said Jer
kins, who had married Miss Isidora
old nurse, and somehow felt himself {
be connected with the family. :,
isA--ledgss'.n repeated Miss I7e'