The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-09-03
FARNER FLIPP|NS PHAET0D
BY JONAS TUITION.

still busy with her Sunday cooking,
and, taking a seat near the open win
dow, gazed wistfully down the road.
Are you lookil for any one, Samuel?''
asked Mrs. Flippin, following his gaze
down the dusty roadway
Why, certainly not. N1illy. What
put that idea in your llead?"
i JUS see you keep lookin an lookin.
an thought maybe you was lookin for
somebody YOU was expectin."
No. was JUS merely lookin at that
purity wheattield over yonder. Be gosh
dinsed. he cried, springing from his
seat Here comes ole Dobbin, pokin
along with his harness on. l hope to
heaven he hasn't run away an broke'-
1 Broke what, Samuel?" exclaimed
Mrs Flippin, sharing her husbands
alarm.
THE hack. of course" answered the
! husband uneasily. Hello! Yonder
(, comes John, pushin sumthin alone the
road. What the dickens is the mat
teri"
Both started hurriedly for the lot
gate, where -Dobbin patiently awaited
W NC tulieu III. John soon came putting
! up, pushing the queerest machine Ell
Their OF them had ever seen before.
What in the world is that?" asked
husband and wife together.
Blame If know onless it's YOUR
| replied the hired man, looking askance
at his master
4 can't keep it from you any longer
Milly,' said the farmer in tone now
full of disappointment. 81 sent las,
week for that phaeton we saw adyer-
/ tised in the cat-catalogue an sent John
| to town after it, an this is the thing he
/ has brought back
An time | had gittin it herew put
| in John. There wasn't any shafts to
| 1t, SO jus turned ole Dobbin loose an
tried to pull it. But couldn't git it er-
long that way. SO | pushed it, but the
blame thing wabbled all over the road.
so that ain smack out of BREATH
Il didn't buy that thing!" exclaimed
Mr.. Flippin exasperatedly. 81 bought
nice phaeton, with a lazy back, cush-
Toned seat an nice top an curtains. Who
ever saw such thing as this-no
shafts, no top. An look at them little
ole seats, not large enough for baby.
an injure rubber tires. What is the
thing made for anyhow
The agent called it duplex bi-sum-
thin; said he wondered at you all gittin
the thing" John offered by way of ex-
PLANTATION
We'll, l won't have it," snapped the
disappointed farmer. "I'll sem it right
back an then write letter an let ,em
know that they can't swindle me in any
such manner"
Hurrying to the house, he returned in
few minutes with pen and ink and
erased his name and address from the
shipping tag, on the opposite of which
he wrote the name and address of the
phaeton factory. John then wabbled
the machine back to the express Office,
and Farmer Flippin that night went to
bed in anything but a pleasant frame
of mind.
The following day carriage drew up
in front Of Mr.. Flippin's, and there
alighted from it handsome young
man Of "a and beautiful little woman
some three years his junior.
you can't guess who we areY' said
the gentleman to Mr.. Flippin, who met
them at the door.
II don't believe l can," was the re-
ply. who be you, anyway"
"Well," answered the gentleman,
with a merry twinkle in his eyes, II
am your nephew, John Darrell, whom
you have not seen since he was a little
boy, and this, Uncle Samuel, is my
wife. We are on our bridal tour
through the south and thought we
would come and spend week or two
with you and Aunt Milly."
"Bless my soul! Bless my soul! But
am glad to see you-both Of you. Sis
Jennie's John! How you have grow
ed!' And the old gentleman warmly
shook both hands of his nephew at the
same time, kissed his new niece and
| then called Justify for Aunt Milly. No
one ever received n more cordial well
| come than was accorded the happy
bride and groom by Mr.. Flippin and his
wife.
The following morning at the break
| fast table Mr.. Darrell said:
"Uncle Sam, shipped our duplex BIZ
" Clc W YOU SCNCiul way sSOy aAo IL
| you don't care l would like for your
hired man to go to the express Office
and bring it over. We have carried 1t
everywhere with us and have had some
| splendid times together upon it."
"Did the blame thing have four little
ole wheels with injure rubber tires an
| two little ole seats?' asked Uncle Sam
uel interestedly.
"Yes, that's it," smiled Mr.. Darrell.
"Well. my dear John, l hate to tell
you, but that funny looking contraption
Is now in New Orleans, or Mt least on
the way. ordered phaeton from
dealer there, an when that thing come
/ thought they had tried to put it off on
me for q phaeton, so sent it right
back. 1t was the dadgumdest looking
thing l ever saw in all of my born
days"
Then John Darrell and his wife
lanphad mill fbair sides achnd and