The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1906-08-16
All Wrong.
BY Clara Augusta.
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My name is BrOwn-PhiliD Brown.
My fathers rame is joel, my mother
reJoices in the old-fashioned cogno-
men of Hannah.
Last summer friend of mine, en-
thusiastic. and Just out of college,
went to Laneville to rusticate, and
visit bachelor uncle, He came home
in raptures with Laneville, but more
particularly in raptures with one Bes-
sic Blake, resident of that frtu-
nate town.
My mother, being of an inquiring
disposition. questioned young Gurley
in regard to this particular Bessie,
and learned that she was the daugh-
ter of Moses Blake, ard Moses
Blake's wife was a third cousin to
my mothers uncles who's brother
in-law. So we were quite closely re-
lated. My mother had once known
Mrs. Blake, and Moses was a man of
wealth. Bessie was his daughter.
Here was IN opelingl
My mother ought to have been a
president, or prime minister, she
was such sharp one at planning,
and before m,ny days she had decid-
ed that I was out of health. and need
ed country air. She wrote an affec-
tionate letter to Mrs. Blake, stating
the affecting circumstances, dwelling
on her anxiety for her only son, and
asking that early friend If she would
not receive the invalid into her fam
lily for few weeks.
dino tin1n Lott
inc that l should be welcome to the
domicile of the Blakes.
"Deary mel" said my mother, ad-
listing her spectacles to get more
accurate View, at seems to me that
Betsey Ann Blake has neglected her
spelling dreadfully. Why, scarcely a
single wor' is correctly spelled, and
Betsey Ann used 10 be a good schol-
art"
1t was decided on the spot that I
should go to Lanesville and recuper-
ate.
My wardrobe was soon put in
order, and l set forth for the home
of Bessie Blake.
BE very careful, Philip said my
mother, at parting, "and keep on the
right side of old Mr.. Blake. He's an
odd stick, ii remember, and can't
bear to be crossed. And, recol!ect,
my son, that he is worth fifty thou
sand, and Bessie is all he's got"
Perhaps you were never in Lane
Vile? II -ot, then, of course, you
do not know th:t Ill the houses are
as much alike as the pess in bushel
bag full Of peas, and the man who
could tell one house from another
would he genius.
The village is surrounded by brick
yards, and tho LaneTillites believe
in encouraging home industry, so
all the houses are brick. There is a
patent roofing factory in the place;
and so, for the same reason cited
above, all the houses are patent
rooted. Green paper window shades
are manufactured here, and of course
all the shades are green paper.
1t was nearly dark when 1 arrived
at Laneyille, and it rained. II al
ways does when anybody goes any
where.
| inquired for Mr. Blake's, ana
small boy agreed to pilot me thither
for ten cents. How the little wretch
managed to single out this house
from all the other houses Just like
1t ! do not know; but seeing the
name Blake l. large letters on the
door-plate, gave him his hard
earned pittance and rang the bell.
They were delighted to see me, had
been expecting me for a month, old
Blake said, and remembering that he
diu not like to be crossed rofrainod
from contradicting him, though l
knew well enough that my mother
had written them only a fortnight
before.
was shown into the parlor and
the presence OF Bessie.
This is my daughter" said old
Blake. indifferently enough, as If
such angels as Bessie Blake were too
common with him to merit much no.
tice. And I felt chat If my panta-
looms were not new, and | was sure
the carpet had been swept that lay,
1t would be happiness to kneel down
at her feet-and we'll, | didn't ex-
hctly know what.
Mrs. Blake was fat old lady. and
she was knitting a gray stocking.
sweet domestic employment
snook hands ell round, and sat
down on the sofa beside Bessie. The
hrst chance got. squeezed her
hand, and received an enchanting
smile by wey of encouragement.
Mr Blake got out his spectacles,
wiped them. and put them straddle
OF his nose. Then he straightened
back in his chair and took a good
LOOK ut me.
HUM" said he. "Tollerble fall
and well built Six feet, ain, ye?'
;Ssented. knowing that he did
NOT ike to be crossed, but am only
five feet six.
J used to be six feet two myself 4"
said he; chat was when . was young.
hefty man, too. Takes after his
father - EN-. MARTHA" nodding to
MS wife. An that tribe was tall.
Got nose like his grandfather's-
Ho, let me see; it's more like HIS
grandmother's. There's great deal
IN noses-eh, Martha?"
Yes said Martha. absenIv
counting her stitches. "espec,aliy
when & body has I cold.
! noticed thai the old gentleran