Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1899-12-04

1T is. AS L said, I'm doing.
Though 1 saw that she did not I'M
derstand the speech, she let us into the
sitting room and asked us to be seated
1t was the one thing my uncle should
not have done, for as he touched the
settle there were ripping sounds, and
knew I should have trouble in getting
him out of the house. He was but lit
tie affected.
"She's let go all over" he said calm
ly and then, Hannah Baxter, come
here!
81 won't" said Miss Hannah, stand
ing on the other side of the fireplace.
81 won't! Why should I?''
Because you have done it again.
said my uncle. "After 80 years you've
done it again, red hearts and all. You
know what said I'd do if you done it
again"
Miss Hannah started. 81 nevery' she
exclaimed. ''I neverr'
'You didr' shouted my uncle. "Ben-
ME, fetch her herew
I hesitated, but suddenly remember
ing the watch, I sprang upon her and,
catching her around the waist, began
pulling her toward the settle, my uncle
encouraging me by cries of Bravo"
and by pounding on the settle with his
wooden hand. She was no match for
me, and so, though she fought valiant
~, I soon landed her on the settle.
Then, to my horror, my uncle grabbed
her and repeatedly kissed her on what
ever part of the face came convenient
ly to his lips, for she still struggled
though hardly as virgin of so should
have struggled.
Seeing this brought me to my Senses
and I flew at them and tried to tear
her from him, but as she evinced no
desire to be liberated, and as my uncle
beat me soundly on the head with his
wooden hand, l desisted and took to
cramps on the floor. This had no effect
whatever, SO I recovered, and, rushing
from the house, ran to the church
where my mother was, and, dashing up
the aisle, whispered to her the dreadful
news that Uncle David was kissing
Miss Hannah Baxter.
Never will forget the look that over
spread her face. Ever a woman of
prompt thought and action, she then
and there boxed my ears and, this
done, hurried out and ran as fast as
D,
ing.
But we were too late. The doors and
shutters were locked and all in vain
did we pound for admittance. Not
word, not a sound, came from within
the house. My mothers agitation was
terrible. 1 was glad when she left off
beating on the door and fell to beating
me, for I knew that she would feel bet
ter for it, and that 1 would have so
much less to receive later on. Not
withstanding, I cried Justify, and,
church having been hastily dismissed,
a crowd quickly gathered, and as l
was crying "Murder!' the rumor got
af1oat that Miss Hannah was murder
ing Uncle David. Some of the men
were for breaking down the door and
would certainly have done so had not
my uncle, fianked by Miss Hannah,
bearing a lamp, appeared at an upper
window.
''David Hamiltonr' screamed my
mother on seeing him. "Come out of
that"
II will notr' shouted my uncle de-
family.
"You shallp' screamed my mother.
"COme homer
For answer my uncle deliberately
put his arm around Miss Hannah and |
kissed her. My mother tainted, but no
sooner had she touched the ground |
than she was again on her feet.
'Stop itv' she screamed. ''Stop it!
You amt married!'
He again kissed Miss Hannah.
'Break down the door!' commanded /
my mother.
1t was an exciting moment. AL !
though half of the crowd were laugh /
ing, some of the men threw themselves I
against the door. Ny uncle leaned over
the window sill.
eve amt married." he shouted "'but |
we're going to be, and there isn't any
power on earth can stop it, because |
Pm not coming out" and he shook his !
fist in the direction of my mother.
Hannah Baxter and me-" he contin
ued, ''has been fools for over 80 years
The why is no ones business, bJ I
we've got over it, and there amt no
power on earth can stop it, because
Pm not coming out" and again he
shook his fist in the direction Of my
mother, who was now hammering on
the door.
els the preacher among you" he
shouted.
The preacher was pushed forward.
Realizing that if the day were to be
saved, L must save it, 1 fell in pre-
tended fit under the window. When l
got back, drenched and shivering, from
the pump, whittier kind hands had
me, the crowd was cheering,
on
bowling from an upper window.
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