The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1904-06-09

morning" over the wire, almost as
pleasantly as if she was not paid to say
it. But when called this time, Miss
Marguerite was too busy telling her
co-laborer about last nights dance. l
heard her say distinctly, Eyes, he was
there and he said"-I never heard what
"He" said, for broke in with Gimme
4494Aw While waiting for Jenkins to
speak, as distinctly heard the CO.
lsborer say, "Did she wear that same
old toque trimmed with" "Shut
up!'' yelled. Gimme 4494Ap'
By the time Jenkins answered had
forgotten my lecture, SO when he
demanded. watch you want ?" / only
said: "Why, jenkins, er,-that is,-if
you fellows get lonesome 60 to the
buffet and use the long-necked one
That short bottle is very bum."
"All right" said jenkins; "where's
the cigars:"
That man jenkins should be sur
geon. His nerve never quaiIs. threw
the hook up and sat down to my
desk to finish my correspondence, but
couldn't write even decent letter of
thanks for remittance. / gave up in
disgust, and by p. m. was walking
up the front steps of my home. The
blinds at the parlor windows were
down, aItho it was quite sunny at that
hour. When opened the front door,
| beheld an illumination worthy of a
production of Cinderella. Gas lit in
the hall; gas lit in parlor, dining room
and library! Back in the kitchen was
Jenkins with the gas in the gas stove
burning iercely, while man who had
his back turned to me was Industrious
ly breaking eggs into skillet.
Jenkins approached with out
stretched hands and happy smile.
welcome, thrice welcome!" said he.
| Evidently" said /, as I stumbled
\ over the cat and barked my shins on a
kitchen chair.
"Who's our friend? ?" 1 whispered
nodding to the egg destroyer.
"Oh him, you know him." said
Jenkins aloud.
The stranger turned around. Ye
gods! Mr.. Diggs' brother! remem-
bered that Mrs. III. said Jenkins had
secured villain and so this was he!
"Where's the bunch ?" 1 asked.
Cup stairs dressing for the second
act, said Jenkins .
'And what part are you to take?" /
asked Mr.. Diggs' brother.
"Oh," said he, with his same old semi
idiotic smile, "Pm the villain"
"You look it," said L.
; 81 feel it," he replied, as he reached
into the refrigerator and produced a roll
of table butter to fry more eggs with
, Jenkins said | hoarsely, "come
with me. want to say something to
, you. Come in the back yard where
there's more room and where the ladies
won't be so apt to overhear u.s."
! Jenkins followed me, and I saw hin
turn pale. l went directly to the wooc
, shed. Jenkins trembled visibly as he
saw me take up the axe.
Jenkins" began, sit now become:
my painful duty to even up old scores
j Oblige me by placing your neck OF
this chopping block"
Jenkins wanted to argue | demand
ed to know why he wished to ruin me
! He offered to pay for the eggs.
"That's not what Pm driving at
said I; "what do you mean by lighting
up my house, with gas at $2.75 thous
and feetp And to think of Mr. Diggs
brother for villainw
"We can fire him." said Jenkins.
"It is not necessary" said l, as ths
' kitchen door flew open and Mr. Diggs
! brother flew out with skillet of fry
!" ing eggs all afame Mr.. Diggs' broth
or deposited the skillet on my wife's
favorite bunch of pansies in the gar
i den, and before we could stop him b.
" ran out the back gate and down to tn,
corner where he turned in an alarm o1
fire. Jenkins and rushed after him
3 Too late. The engines were even ther
!! on the way. "Great heavensp yelled
q and together we ran back to the house
d The engines came tearing up tn,
I street, and Of oconrse the ladies up
g stairs opened the windows to see whs
y the excitement was about. Neighbor