The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1901-01-31
Bachelor Browns Dilemma.
RY W. 5. nInLEY.

BY WILL s. GIDLEY.
copyright 1900, BY Daily Story Pub. Coz
Bartholomew Brown. OF Bachelor
Brown as the nelghbors called him
was in a qnandary. His Aunt Abble,
who for twenty years had kept house
for him. had left IN a 1T Of anger a
week before. declaring that she would
never come back. and Brown knew
only too wen that she would keep her
word. That was one OF the family
characteristics Of the Browns-they
always kept their word. Aunt Abble
was a Brown.
Al the moment upon which our story
opens Bachelor Brown was ruefully
contemplating q loaf OF bread which
even Mr. Brown was willing to admit
was not an improvement on that which
Aunt Abhie used 70 make. He was
wondering whether It was best 70 get
i patented as a new style Of paving
block or to chop II up with a hatchet
and attempt TO eat II. He had made
the bread himself.
Looks as IL / missed Il somehow on
that baking. / s'pose ] could eat II II
! tried hard but fellow might as well
starte 70 death as die Of indigestion.
Guess IN have to fan back on bakers
bread for the present About a. soon
eat basswood chip.
Mighty sorry Aunt Abble got her
hack up and 1t out--or no. amt
either. I'm glad Of H. She has bossed
NE around about long enough. I've
been my own master for a few days.
and rather like it--that Ia. ! would
n Il wasn't for the trouble Of cooking
Wish I had a ChlnRman 70 do that
for me-and speaking OF a ChlnamAn
reminds me that Aunt Abble went on
without ironing my shlrts. That's an
other delightful Job I've got on my
hands. Guess III 20 ahead and do the
ironing now, and then perhaps I will
be hungry enough 70 eat this bread.
Mr.. Brown procured a couple Of fat
irons from the closet and placed them
on the stove Fifteen minutes later he
took one OF them in his left hand.
held Il In front OF him, carefully
poised IN the air with the bottom tilt
20 upward Then moistenlng his right
fcre-hnger he gently touched the hot
iron with Il just as Aunt Abble Used
p 90; but instead Of instantly with
drawing the finger he clumsily pressed
Il against the sizzling metal until Il
scorchsd his iesh. With a howl OF
agony be dropped the iiat-iron--an
esght-pounder AZ that--on bis foot
This was the FIRST time 10 years that
Bartholomew Brown had done any
swearing. but he went at II like an old
haaa A tin-pedd'er Is not easily
frightened as a rule, but one happened
along while Brown was IN the midst
q his eruption climbed down from
biz cart and approached the kitchen
door He Eot about half way up the
walk-and then he stopped and lis
tened. just = moment. and then be
turned pale. and whirling on his heels
went flying back down the walk.
AZ every farmhouse he visited dur
Jag the remainder OF the day the ped
dler told a thrilling tale Of bis narrow
escape from an encounter with "a
raging maniac IN d big. white house.
a ways back"
Meantime Bachelor Brown, an un-
conscious that his fame was being her
aided abroad "a the land. had cooled
down somewhat. had tied his burnt
hnger up IN a CREASED rag. ana was
making another heroic attempt At
ironing.
There came a ring az the doorben
Great Peters" be groaned. Wonder
Who that can be At the doorY Bet its
= book-agent and ike as not she has
heard me tearing around here and
swearing. Well, II she has I hope Il