Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1902-06-18

me in a way-rrar-r did not in the least
understand, but saw that she was
strongly moved Shut up!" she re-
peated. "Before the mayor this morn
ing! Go long! don't want any po.
tatoes!"
| had never seen her in a towering
rage. should have believed her as in
capable of it as Mr.. Sprockett of the
outrageous, violent and truculent con-
duct of which l learned he had been
guilty while under spirituous excita-
tion-conduct of which the guardians
of the law could but take cognizance in
the interest of public safety. But l
could not help suspecting that If 1t
had been comparatively mice Of
fense" it would have "met its COM
ment." What bushes did he have get
ting drunk, when he never had been
drunk before in his nfe, so far as ap-
peared?
That Mrs. Carruthers was in tower
ing rage her very back showed as she
hurried into the house. saw her
emerge in a. moment, with her bon
net strings tied very tightly under her
chin, and rapidly disappear up the
street. To the (unsolicited) kindness
of the milkman l owe an account Of
what followed.
Things was most over when she
got there" he said, "all out of breath;
the mayor was just fixing to fine him
heavy-anybody could see that-when
Sue walked right up and looked him in
the eye( there was crowd there, but
they gave way), and she says, says
she, Look a-here, Doctor Blanks, she
says. you let Mr.. Sprocket alone she
says. What 1 say is she says, them
that live in glass houses shouldn't
throw stones, she says. You amt the
one,' she says, with that nose, to DE
setting in judgment on anybody for
getting drunk, she says, and you
know it. You ought to be ashamed of
YOURSELF she says There ain't any use
in being a hypocrite if you are a
drunkard,' she says, which MI.
Sprockett ain't-and never will be!
Come long, Mr.. Sprockett!
The case, understood, was hur-
riedly, even precipitately dismissed.
No one, think, thought the occurrence
especially rotable, least of all Mrs.
Carruthers herself. She dropped in to
see me next day and sat tanning her
self placidly, her bonnet strings com
fortably united, and talked of variety
of topics, embracing, as l remember,
tomato catchup, measles, thunder
storms, cistern and we'll water, moths
and moth-exterminators, ways of util-
izing cold meats, the effects of tea and
coffee on the nerves, dreams and pre-
sentiments, mosquitoes, Mrs. Browns
bonnet, methods of picking oysters,
dahlia culture, and powdered oyster
shells as medium for Furnishing
table knives.
L thought she looked a little occu-
pied, but motives of delicacy prevent
ed my touching upon the subject which
I suspected was weighing upon her
mind-the woetui lapse OF MT.
Sprockett. All at once 1--WE were dis
cussing the uncertainty of human af-
fairs) she said, with sudden animation,
"Now, who in the world would ever
have dreamed of Mr.. Sprockett's going
off and getting drunk?"
"Ncbody."I assured her, with areadi-
ness that seemed to crafty her.
She broke into an oddly light-hearted
laugh. like that of young girl. 81
never was so surprised in my life!"
she said. WANT it romantic?"
There amt anything for me to do,
reckon, but to give in" she added, in
a matter-of-course way, but her eyes
shone, and this time I'll have a wed,
ding."-Woman's Home Companion.