Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1902-11-22
Copyright, 1907, BY
Ho,rdrd Marcus Strong
Howard Marcus Strong 4

which was painted Queen of the Air.
For the Hon. DensmOre Allen"
Seeing them turn in at the driveway,
Miss Files deserted her chopping bowl,
locked doors and windows and fled for
safety to the upper story.
"Wouldn't trust myself outside
minute with that evil wooden legged
man roaring about" she declared.
And. while it is true that he did go
roaring about all the day, yet it was
entirely due to his activity that the
windmill was erected in so short
time. The absent members of the fam
lily only returned in time to see coat
of white paint applied to the slender
iron angles of the towering structure.
Mr. Allen welcomed them cffuSively.
II thought the mill would be some
thing of surprise" he explained.
"Cur daughter" remarked Mrs. AL
len. "is a credit to the family. Her in
structors speak most favorably of her
application and department. Your term
report. Henrietta. will be very crafty
ing to your father"
And by this sign Mr.. Allen knew
that windmill as subject OF CONVERSE
ton was taboOed
"Mr NewteS. a returned missionary,
will dine with us tomorrow" Mrs. AL
len announced. with some pride 81
sent him note of invitation last week,
and he has accepted"
That night the automatic shutoff
failed to work. and the wind wheel
pumped so steadily that the tank in
the attic Overtiowed. washing the plas-
ter from the ceilings and the family
out Of their beds. Mrs. Allen arose.
douned such dry raiment as could be
found and read missionary tracts aloud
70 Miss Files. Who was slightly deaf.
BY early morning the flood had
abated. and labOrcrs were at once set
to work removing all traces of the
catastrophe AS soon as order was in
4 measure restored Miss Files began
the preparation Of what was to be her
browning effort i'm the line of Thanks
giving dinners.
At tie hour of noon Miss Files took
o fn9k Sr-vay 10 the table and then
rang the bell authoritativcly. Mr.. AL
len appeared I'd Henrietta and Mrs.
Allen
Where is Mr.. Newtes" anXiously
inquired the last named.
"He was not on that train" began Mr..
Allen, and was then interrupted by
knock Mt the front door
II will receive him." said Mrs. Allen.
and swept out of the room.
You are just in time, Mr.. Newtes,"
was her greeting as the door swung
open. "Dinner is just served. No. not
a word. Come with me at once"
1t was Il decidedly questionable look
ing individual that was conducted into
the dining room and introduced to Mr..
Allen and Henrietta. Realizing his de-
fccts, Mrs. Allen was all the more gra-
ciouS.
"Your appearance is much altered,
Mr.. NewteS" she remarked. Before
leaving this country as missionary
you were quite slender and, If | re-
member correctly. smooth shaven."
"Yessum." replied Mr. Newtes and
began combined attack on the tur-
key and cranberry sauce.
You were stationed in Gebu Land.
were you not?" continued his hostess.
81 am anxious to learn something OF
the country and the people. Are they
idolaters:"
"Sure thing" replied the missionary
out of the fullness of his mouth. "1ts
n sight, ma'am. to see them oily beg
CARS dancin' rour d their Gcbu god of
night. You see, gebu is kind of dope
like tar. They dig for it and steal for
it and fight for it just like we does for
gold. A pot of it will buy all the ma
tive women you need to start
harem."
81 cannot imagine what is keeping
Ingram" said Mrs. Allen. Tell him
that we are ut the table and that do
hot like his being late on such an occa-
SIGN"
1t seemed that Miss Files had hardly
left the ro,rl until she was back again,
screaming and wringing her hands.
Help, help she walled. "Hes up
on top of that tower. and it's snOwin
fit to kill! Oh. what's goin' to become
of him, want to know?"
A second later there were four white
faces raised to where small figure
was swaying in the gale seventy-five
feet above the ground With the block,
rope and swinging seat of the painters
Inky had hoisted himself to the top
Of the tower and then by some mis-
chance had permitted the whole tackle
20 drop back to the earth, thus cutting
off his only means of escape.
Mrs. Allen closed her eyes, and her
lips moved silently. Mr.. Allen was too
BADLY frightened to think intelligently.