Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1902-02-13

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~ arg thaw had
brought the good
ElsighinE % the preceding weeks 70
an uuumeiv e.d. snd The gray cloud.
seemed 70 b W@e1.-g over the czlz--
~ thereby au-ue-ting irs dolo-ous-
res A. u-due lquid Aleatation has
= way % dong The Old g-=e1 and
yellow stage -ooEy had been trans
ferret from The o. which =
had gldet 50 gayE over The smooth
white road 70 the sumner runzlng
gear With b-oad-treE ehoco.ate-eol-
orsd wheels tina la5o-ed along with
= suoduei rartle AID asthna-e
e-eas- throwing such profuse
sp.otches and srreaks of mud over
4 di-zy panels and cracked win-
cows that eseu the steady townPoar
Va unequal 20 washing hen
b -h= way. ne unusual bu.giness %
til old NAL ba- nay have had some
thi-g 70 60 with a certain pleasant
twinkle il the old tzge drivers gray
eyes. AID The frequent whisrls1
s-a--h~s - -Eathle~n Mavour-e-u
ard ~Back-Eyed susan with which
he shor-e--d the tedious way ard
Il ped himself 70 ignore the small
b1r persistent -vElet that was trick
la- down his back through the aper-
tzre n he a o. his tarpauliz's
t-im
! cannot say that the state Of the
maj bag was not resporsI0ie also for
the pathetieslly hilarious flourish
WITH which Eomuius and Rsuus ia
ularlv know as Rom and
-Reem~J. the wiry veterans who had
drawn th- Old tage for - years. took
the sharp ascent from The main road
ard drew Up before the Imprinted
building that was village store AID
post oHee combined.
Caleb Skpp. seiec'nar. s~torekseper
and Postmaster. cane out in the at
ter capacity with a friendly salute.
keep yer satin. lib. II take out
the mail Git home an intew dry
duds quick AZ ye ken sairyu be OF
pins an needles till We dew. Sho.
now" Giftiug the mail bag): heavy,
ain't itg-
~Thank.- Gale Heavy? o.
course, Thirteenth o Fe5ewary. We
know. Young folks viii be young
folks-humar nasur about the sane
a. twas - year ago
~Jes 80. Dorrys beer taIkin'
yal'ntiaez all day
Guess she wont be disappTntid.
whoever else Ia responded the old
stage driver, with a gallant touch Of
his tarpaulin in the direction u Dor
y >App. whose rosy face Just then
appeared in the doorway. -GTaug.
Rom. Git. Reem.~ u with pro
digious splash and clatter the s;are
disappeared around wilkins Bead"
\ goodly number Of the village
young folk. well protected with wa
~terprOofs. rubber coats and rubber
boots. were already waiting for their
mail around he rusty box stove.
Owing TO the n delivery 4 day.
Meigs valentines always arrive OF the
afternoon OF the 18th; for il would.
Of course, De % much to expect that
the Aeigs boys and girls could wal,
until the last part of the day itself.
At last. amid much laughter and
good-natured teasing, the merry
group dispersed and no reinforce
msnts appeared, nor would they until
later in the evening; for the Meigs
supper hour had come. and of course
the postmaster and his family wished
to spend il uudisturbed. as well as
other people Mrs. Skipp was distrib-
uting the remnant of mail; and Dick
and Dorry, -the skipp twins oecu-
pied the long wooden settee and
talked alternately about skating and
Observation-Disclosures in general and
valentines in particular.
Wall. now,- suddenly calculated
Mr.. SkiPp from behind the tiers of
post Office boxes "Ef here amt a
letter fer old Miss Jerushy Dunlop.
Why-why." lingering it gingerly. Il
bleeve it's a valentine, / am beat,-
Dorry skipped yer to the little
window. Let me see it, father. OH
with two wrinkles coming on her
smooth forehead. Its a -comic,'
Some mean boy has sent IT, Why, it
isn't sealed. See, Dick, you can see
the picture right through the thin
old envelope, It's horrid@ hideous
old woman, Aunt Jerusha Dunlop
does not look like that. It's a mean
shame, Look, father."
Some smart Alec sent il. /
'spose, growled the postmaster, with
as much g~ruffness as he possessed.
.Chivalrous Dicks face had grown
very red.
That's Jack Stacey's writing. 1
know it, He's been to the city to-
day, and mailed it from there. I
wouldn't have thought it of Jack. 1t
shant go any further" with an i'm
pulsive movement
Derry caught his hand. her eyes
sparkling. stop. Dick; you mustn't
tear il. Father. mayn't we rob the
mail?"
~Dorothea Skipp!"
"oh, Father Skipp, don't look at me
that way-just let me rise to explain.
Poor Miss Jerushy is awfuIly sensi-
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