Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1899-08-17

large man, with small, Eght-b blue eyes
and chronic stoop in the shoulders,
suggestive of too steady application
to the plow.
you're stannin' in yer own light, I"
he repeated, impressively.
"Mebbe you're right, Timothy"
admitted his sister, meekly. She was
not naturally of meek disposition,
bat there are times when the most
spirited person feels crushed by cir
cumstances, and sncl moment had
come to Miss Ferobia. Timothy felt
somewhat placated by the unexpected
admission.
Tain't too late yet, he suggested,
b.iskly, taking his seat at the break
fast table, where his sister was already
pouring the coffee. ''You jest say
the word, Feroby, an I'll give Jason
Smallweed hint that you've changed
yer mind"
His pale-blue eyes glanced inquir-
ingly at his sister, but Miss Ferobia's
momentary meekness seemed to have
vanished MS unaccountably as it had
appeared.
II haven't changed my mind" she
It vi lCi Will uoPciltNs
won't marry Jason Smallweed, nor
nobuddy else. I'll stay right here an
keep house for yol the balance of my
days"
Timothy wriggled uneasily. He had
his own reasons for not approaching
the generous Offer 10 fortify himself
for the disclosure which must be made
he swallowed half his coffee Mt gulp.
'I-I-the truth is, Feroby," he
stammered, with a crimson counten-
ance, 81 felt so sartin l was a-goin' to
lose You, II asked Nancy Garget, an
she said she'd have me-"
The cat was ont of the bag now, and
Timothy mopped his face with his
handkerchief and breathed III of
relief.
But Miss Ferobia, like sensible
woman, bore the shock bravely.
And how soon am l to give up my
situation?' she asked.
Timothy grew uncomfortable again.
Hey? Oh!-why you needn't
to be in a hurry. 1t won't come off
fur week yet," he fastened to ex-
plain. San, o; course, you know I
wouldn't hev nothin' again yer stayin'
right along, same as ever, only Nancy,
she
'You couldn't hire me to stay"
was the reassuring answer, and Tim
othy congratulated himself on having
the matter so SLY settled. cit puz-
zled me consider BILE TO know why Tim
othy was SO sot on me changin' my
mind" reflected Miss Ferobia, as she
l. 1..l,
polished the knives and forks. ''But
it's plain as pike staff now. might O
knowed he was sayin' one word fur
me an two fur hisself"
Miss Fe:obia was as unlike her
brother in appearance as she was in
disposit on.
While he was stoop- sh ouldered she
was straight as an arrow. And though,
as she admitted, she was getting
along" in years, her bright eyes and
fresh complexion contradicted the as
sertion.
At her brothers request she re-
manned at her post until the wedding
was over and the bride installed in
her new home.
There was very little congeniality
between the two women, and Mrs.
Timothy Filbert was disposed to tri-
Imph over her sister-inlaw.
81 s'pose you wasn't a-countin' on
your brother marryin'," she remarked,
disagreeably, as she combed out hcr
ink black tresses before the square
framed looking glass in the best room.
she had right to please himself" !"
reioined Miss Ferobia, composedly.
''But what are you going to do?"
persisted the bride. Gas told Tim
othy lefore promised to have him,
the house WANT big enough fur two
families, an you couldn't expect to
stay after J. come"
can as told him, wouldn't stay
if he paid me for it," retorted Miss
Ferobia, emphatically.
ooh, you're mighty independent, "
shifted Nancy, tossing her head. II
suppose you're calculatin' to take
up with Jason Smallweed. You
wouldn't ketch me marryin' widder-
eli" she added. maliciously. eff I
couldn't be the tablecloth 1 wouldn' I
be the dish rag. But I s'pose he's
Hobson's choice with YOU"
The truth was that she was
afraid her sister-in-law might still
manage to retain place in the house
hold by hook or by crook. and she was
determined to provoke an alteration
in order to prevent such a sequence.
But Miss Ferobia was not to be
drawn into quarrel.
''He may be Hobson's choice, but
he is not mine," she returned, coolly
Nancy, however, was as persisten
as gnat or gadhy.
81 don't doubt but what you'i
rather have Felix Byefield," she suy
gested, slyly; 'but you needn't te