The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1901-06-27
How Jess Received
the Governor. {
BY ANNIE HAMILTON BONNELL.

HidutLuolsclie > IOT, IL L can TeCelNe
little things like governors? Tha,
comes into our manners course
| You and mumsie go and Joy your
selves like everything. I'll entertain
your governor like an angel una.
wares"
! Jessica's gay voice ran on reassur.
ingly, but still little Mrs. Collier hesi.
tated.
"If it wasn't for Madeleine's get.
ting all ready for us" she said;
"but really feel as if we have NO
right to disappoint her, Ben. Isn't
II just like fate, that the two events
should come together like this?"
"Oh, cruel fate, thou best unkind!"
laughed the big man on the couch.
He reached out long arm and gath
cred Jess in.
Don't fret, little Mis- Collier" he
said; "just leave the governor to this
young lady. Mark my words, he'll
be struck the minute he claps eyes on
her. BE on your dignity, Puss in
Boots, above all, be on your dignity"
jess on her dignity" jibed Janet,
over by the window. Janet was II,
and included in Aunt Madeleine's in
vitation.
For retaliation Jessica rose and
minced across the room to Janet with
n stately tiirt of her short petticoats
and n distracting smile. She extended
J., In, ,,,,t H., L Il.
in her chin.
Gov. Ives? Pleased to meet you
aw, really now," she cried, sweet
ly. "Pra-ay be seated; charming
weather"
"Go"d!" exclaimed Judge Collier,
heartily; "there, you have the regu-
lar high-handed thing. Get your bon
net on, and we'll start right off, Mis-
Collier, I'll risk the governor"
"Well, suppose we must CO." the
little mother said. But you won't
let Midget do anything dreadful, Jes-
sica? And you'll stay on your dig
nity?"
""Till the curtain drops mumsie."
"Then I'll go and get ready, Ben.
Come, Janet. It's really just for an
hour or so. What time does the train
get in, Ben? We ought to be home
by eight"
"Six torty-flve. I believe, unless the
timetables up for repairs. 1t usual
ly is"
Jess was rummaging among the pa
pers. She brought out the timetable
In triumph and consulted it wisely.
"It's set for 6:45, daddy, that's
what the tables set for" she pro-
claimed. $50 he won't be here for
supper, anyway. 1t takes half an
hour for Jerry to drive him up"
"Still, you must have the table all
set for him, Jess-in case, you know"
her mother called back from the door,
In gentle oblivion to puns.
Gov. Ives had been nominated by
his party for reelection, and was to
make speech at campaign rally in
Drinkwater the next forenoon. Judge
Collier, as the most prominent citi-
zen, had been asked to entertain him.
Thus il come about. The coincidence
of an important and long-standing en-
at Mrs. Golfers sister,
few miles away, on the very day of
the governors arrival, was an unfor-
tunate accident.
1t was / by the time they got away.
Then Midget woke from her nap and
had to be "bread-andmilked," as Jess
styled it. They were both in high
spirits over their little luncheon.
Think Of it, Midge, we're going to
receive real, live governor, you and
l." Jess cried, gayly.
"Oh, my! You certain possytif he's
live, Jessie?"
mercy, yes; yes, indeed, Midge.
And we've got to treat him beau
tifully, you know, so he'll send daddy
to congress some day, or-or make
him president or something. You
never can tell what a governor might
do il you gave him fair chance.
What we want to do is to furnish the
chance; see, mon cnfant?"
The big, beautiful house was in per-
feet order, but Jess hovered over the
rooms in their turn. Strengthening
and smoothing and blowing off imag-
mary ffecks of dust. Little Midget,
duly impressed with the OCCASIONS
solemnity, trotted in her wake.
"ThGe, all that is needed now are
the flowers. Wen 60 and cut flowers,
Midge, Of nay heart. Mercy, yes; she
must have little pink sunbonnet on
when the governors coming. One
more freckle on your nose, Midget
Collier, and daddy's political chances
would be lost-lost!"
Out on q wide, shady lawn it was
beautiful. There was nothing to dis
tract ones attention from the careful
selection and arranging of the guber-
Material nosegays. But Jessica glanced
across the low hedge occasionally
with suspicion.
'It's holidays. I'm afraid Rains
Mt home, Midget" she said.
"Yes'm, som I 'fraid, COS I know
be is-'cos 1 sawed him this minute"
a mop of football hair rose slowly
over the hedge, Being red It was like