Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1899-07-15
THE BLACKSMITH.

Mrs. Parker, the blacksmith's wife,
was hurrying along the street toward
her husbands s shop.
1t had been her daily custom for
years to carry him his monday meal,
as Parker declared too much time was
consumed in going to and from his shop.
He was a big, burly fellow, with a
scowling countenancc and right arm
strong enough to fell an on and as his
disposition was none of the best people
were careful not to provoke him to
anger.
His wife was his opposite in every
particular, she being "A tiny, timid
creature of mild nature and, like
Alice of Ben Bolt" fame, "trembled
with fear at his frown."
Why she ever chose Parker as a hus-
band or why he selected her for his wife
was a matter of comment, as there
seemed to be no love between them.
Yet Mrs. Parker was faithful spouse
and strOvc to administer to her huS-
bands comfort, though she never re
ceived anything but harsh words and
surly looks for her pains.
Glancing at clock in shop win
dow, she perceived it was past the dim
ner hour, and her heart sank within
her in anticipation OF the scolding she
was sure to receive, as the blacksmith
set punctuality above all things.
On reaching the shop she was relieved
at not seeing her husband within. The
place, however, bore evidence of his re-
cent presence, and everything indicated
that he had taken a hasty departure. A
fire blaZed in the forge, and IA horse
shoe, which still retained its warmth,
lay upon the anvil. MIS- Parker glanced
around in hope of finding Il suitable
spot on which to place the dinner pail,
but, seeing nothing more convenient
than the anvil, deposited the pail beside
the horseshoe and took her departure.
Upon arriving home she busted her
self with household affairs, as she was
a thrifty housewife despite any other
shortcomings.
That evening, when Parker returned
from his work he was in a worse hu
NOR than usual, and his habitually
SCO"llIiS CbllllltllftlICt was IIltIt lOI blNl-
ding than ever. He flung his dinner
pail upon the table with crash which
startled his wife into a cry of terror.
She fully expected the vials Of his wrath
TO be poured upon her, as railing at his
wife was Parker's chief occupation
when at home. But, strange to say, on
this occasion he never even glanced to-
word h4r lint St1.hIn tho
and, taking a basin Cf water, began re
moving the traces Of toll from his hands
and face, after which he made his way
into an adjoining room for the purpose
of substituting fresh garments for his
grimy ones.
Mrs. Parker breathed more freely as
the door closed sharply behind him,
and she picked up the pail and exam
ined it. A sigh escaped her as she dis
covered Il deep dent i'll the side which
had come in contact with the table.
On removing the lid she perceived that
the nice meal she had prepared had
been scarcely tasted Another sigh
escaped her as she empticd the contents
of the pail into a receptacle near by
Presently rat-tattat sounded upon
the door and Mr. Cobb stood without.
Mr.. Cobb was Il short, stout individual,
with bald head and rubicund counte-
nance, Il coroner by occupation, yet,
notwithstanding the gloomy nature of
his business, he was jolly chap, and
frequently dropped in to enjoy chat
with the Parkers, with whom he had
struck up IL sort of friendship In his
younger days he had been something of
ventriloquist, but this fact was TN
known to many of his late acquaint
anCes.
"Oh, good evening Mr.. Cobb" Mrs.
Parker said as she perceived her visitor.
"Walk right in. James will be here
directly, He has gone to get cleaned up
a bit. -
Cobb entered the kitchen and took a
seat. Mrs. Parker continued her work.
"You are as industrious as ever" he
remarked. glancing at the pail she was
rubbing, Il don't believe satan ever
finds any mischief for your hands to
do. "
"Well, l always find plenty to keep
me busy" she replied, smiling at the
implied compliment.
The hlacksmith's $ wife was invari-
ably pleased at tribute to her indus
try. Il believe it, answered Cobb,
"as | never yet have seen You idle Oh,
hello Parkcr" as the blacksmith ap-
peared. "How are you? | suppose you
have heard of the murder?''
"I-no, replied Parker confusedly.
"What murderT" And as he spoke he
turned toward the mantelshelf and be-
gan filling pipe with tobacco
81 supposed every one in town had
heard of it by this time" said Cobb.
"ncws travels SO fast
81 have no time for gossip" said
Parker, with frown.
Certainly not, But one cannot al
ways avoid hearing of certain happen
ings. Well, old man Jenkins was found
dead in his barn this afternoon.
Mrs. Parker clasped her hands to-
gether in speechless horror.
"How do you know it was murder2"
gueried the blacksmith, sitting down
near his visitor, but not looking at him.
"It seems like it, answered Cobb,
crossing one leg over the other, as Ire
seated himself more comfortably in his
chair. ''And there are several wounds