The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1906-08-16

"Yes, yes" pursued he; nose wide
at the roots, and sot up-good sign.
Hain't you had the smallpox lately?'
NO" said I, Indignantly.
"Oh, you hain't? / seed the sides
OF yer face and yer upper lip was
kinder broke out and dingy."
Broke out, indeedl and my mus
tache as respectable a size as any
one could expect from three months
nursing. And only yesterday Ara
minta Jones had said It was divine,
and just as "scratchy" as need be.
l was angry, but a glance at the
sweet face of Bessie made me re-
strain my temper. What could / not
bear for her sake?
Il used to know pretty near all
your folks" said old Blake, "and
there's heap of EN- 1 should like to
ask about If I could only get my wits
to work. There was your Uncle
Joshua-you don't remember him, ]
guess; he died afore your time"
Il never had an Uncle Joshua" )"
said I.
Don't contradict me, my boy"
said he, testify; II guess / know.
'Tain't likely they ever told you any
thing about him. He was put in
the state prison for stealing sheep
or was it a pig?"
Now, father" said the old lady.
don't you go for to harrering up the
boys feelings. He can't help what
his uncle did"
81 hain't harrering," said old
Blake, GROSSLY. You mind your own
bizness, Martha"
And while the old people were dis
putting as to the real meaning of the
word "harrerin," l improved the
chance which offered, and kissed Bes-
sic.
Before this fact was accomplished,
a tall, red-whiskered man strobe into
the room, and, for an instant, stood
glaring at me like wild beast. Then
he dashed toward me, seized me by
the collar and planted his foot at
that part of my body most convenient
to kick, and landed me at the other
side of the room.
Take that, you scoTndrel!" he re-
marked, impressively; but 1 could
not oblige him. I had already taken
it.
rose to my feet and prepared to
strike out.
What do you mean, sir?" de-
manded I, before striking.
What do you mean, sir?" de-
msnded he. What do you mean by
kissing my wife?"
Your wife! Jupiter Jorum!"
cried I. Bessie Blake your wife?"
Bessie Blake?" said he. "Whc
in thunder is Bessie Blake?"
Don't be profane, my son." said
old Mrs. Blake "Scripter is agin it..
"Are you not Bessie Blake?" said
I, turning to the Venus.
NO said she my name is Annie
Hall"
We'll" said 7, "this is a pretty
kettle of fish. Who are you, sir?"
to the red-whiskered man.
81 am Robert Hall, at your service
Mr.. Blake's step-son."
isn't this Mr.. Moses Blakes
house,"
mo; my name is jeremiah" said
old Blake.
And was going to Moses
Bleke's," said I.
''Why in the deuce didn't you go
there, then?" cried Mr. Hall.
sfnnn't cTaor pnharf avpoctt,-
lated Mrs. Blake.
How was I to tell one house from
another in this abominable village?"
cried l, Indignantly, where every
house is just like every other one"
my house cost twice as much az
Moses Blakes," said Mr.. Blake.
Amt your name Jeremiah?'
asked Mrs. Blake.
"Mercy forbid" said I.
"Then," said she, II guess thingg
is kinder mixed up. We are expect
ing our nephew, jeremiah Muggins,
for to pay us a visit. He writ some
time ago to say he'd come. We hain't
seen him sence he was a child, and
naterly we took you for him. And
the fact of it is you've got into the
wrong house"
saw how it was. apologized, OBJ
tanned definite directions as to the
locality of Mr.. Moses Blake's house,
and departed.
The less / say of my visit there
the better. Bessie weighed couple
of hundred, to say the least, and was
red and healthy as washerwoman.
A fine girl, no doubt, but not to my
taste.
l "recuperated" speedily, went
home and married Araminta Jones.
Good Literature.