The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1901-01-03

The woman, painting with exerron as she
scrubbed her linen on the hard xashboard.
BE greet leddy's obliged to do thisF"
Then no more yer nonsense"
''Bide yer time, good wife; bide yer time
1t be all coming yet, and you be the greet
est Teddy % 'em ALL" Then Jem Bounder
cast another glance at the low attic with
the black rafters and narrow trapdoor
opening into it. Il bring it with me and
put it in the attic"
And much good it do me-"
"Bide yer time"
why bide my time? If it be a greet
treasure, why not take the comfort O. it,
and not blab from noon to night"
Good wife, the time be not come yet to
show the world that We be right"
BE it money"
"Then it be naught but i'll. Away with
yer NONSENSE; yer be daft an / cannot bide
you"
20, lass! be not angry" said Jem good
naturedly, as he pulled volumes of smoke
What for ye bring me to this wilder
ness if ye hey the treasure of which ye
speak? All! Jem Bounder, ye be naught
but a shiftiess vagabond," and Mrs
Bounder, once more piunging her steamed
arms into the water, rubbed theoretically
at the garments. .a
The pioneer did not answer for q mo-
ment, for the .splashing of water in the
tub, the numbering of the kettle boiling
on the hearth, made din that required an
elevation of the voice. The wife was in no
good humOr. No matter how much
woman can keep her temper on ordinary
occasions, she is sure to lose it on wash
ing day. Between rubbing and wringing
and splashing, she made frequent pauseS to
rebuke her husbands nonsense and assure
him that nothing whatever would come
of his treasure. His giving up their
Cornish home, with the splendid fisheries,
was his first blunder, and his giving up the
home ut Perth Amboy and emigrating TO
the West WAS his crowning act of folly.
This was an excellent time for Mrs.
Bounder to express her mind, and she de-
termined not to lose the opportunity. lem
could not go out in the snow, and had TO
sit and take the scOlding his wife chose TO
give him, occasionally solacing himself by
glances through the fog at the Old trunk
in the attic.
"A greet Teddy, indeed. Is it making Il
greet Teddy o me we do by bringing me to
this wilderness? Ye be follering after
Master Harry Granger. and when we come
to Ohio, he be gone, leaving ye alone in the
Wilderness - - f-s r
Scrub. scrub, rub, went the hard
knuckles Of the woman upon the wash
board, and for few moments her tongue
was silent. Ii was q remarkable fact that
every time the arms of Mrs. FOUNDER
ceased to work her tongue began, and vice
versa.
The day was waning and the pile OF I'M
washed garments had almost disappeared,
while the heap of wrung and drying clothes
had increased, when the old watchdog,
which had taken up Winter quarters under
the floor near the chimney, was heard to
give forth a muffied bark. Jem was lit
tie startled at the bark of the dog, and
was on the point of asking his wife what
could have induced Bob" to expend so
much energy, when the sound of some one
kicking the snow from his boots was heard
at the door.
The woman ceased scrubbing and stared
at her husband. Jem took his pipe from
his mouth and stared at his wife, while
Bob, from his warm place under the house,
expended his entire energie in half-a-
dozen muffied banks. The children ceased
quarreling over a division of pebbles and
listened to the unusual sounds without
There came knock at the door.
This be very unusual" remarked Jem
Bounder, rising and going toward it. He
raised the wooden latch, opened the door,
shaking the SNOW from his hat and coat,
while under a tree, not far of, was horse
with n saddle on his back.
How are you, Jem Bounder? So this is
your new homer said the stranger.
God love US, wife, it be Harry
Granger" cried the delighted pioneer.
Welcome, Hurry. Come in"
"Yes, 1t is Harry Granger" he an
swered, as he entered the lowly cabin. so
You have done the wise thing and removed
TO the great and growing WestT