The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1911-04-07

| hU&band experiences she began on.
The way she talked sounded kinder
like training a lion or tiger by kind
nexs method. seen Mis- Kinney be-
gin to swell and got right uneasy.
Ycsl'ye saw Mis- Kinney when her
temper has riz. She stood UP and
sGster shet that left eye Of her'n,
| ana asked In pleasant voice:
Did understand that you was
MISS Bumpas or Mistress Bumpas,
ma'am?'
am Miss Bumpas, answered the
lady, with vinegar and persimmons
mixed in her voice
Well, said Mis- Kinney, then 1
excuses your remarks. Child, some
woman have been joking with you
about her men-folks. You wasn't
talking about no United States hus-
band at, all; it must a-been some
Chinee man your friend was com
planning over was surprised how
mild and patient Mis- Kinney was
handling her remarks.
When women are content to sit
with folded hands and let The
lady got so far, but Mis- Kinney in
terrupted her in a very unpolite way.
Set with folded hands, she kinder
repeated, dazed-like Why, make
mine do the work of four any day, and
If Mr.. Kinney was to come home and
| fine me asserting cross-handed-
But here the ruckus began, and |
heard it coming down the street lick
ety-split Ethel Maud was in the lead,
but the others was close behind, and
the yelling was like what you call it,
| a cyclone"
"Oh, how delicious!" gasped Miss
Cynthia as she shook with laughter
Eat the picture What did Miss Bum
pas do?"
Honey, l don't know didn't have
time to see. Mis- Peters says she
didn't wait for the ten-ffty car, but
took to the Hill. This is the first
breathing minute have had since.
And now I'm worrying cause she will
think we haven't got bit Of man
ners."
Why, you couldn't help they
clonei"
Yes, know, but you oughter be
thankful fer kindnesses done to you.
| whether they are caps that fit or not.
Mis- Kinney was riled and-but it's
easy for me to talk who amt got no
husband to bit and bride like she
recommended and Lands alive!
it is almost dinner-time and not a
thing on the stove. Set still, honey,
while ! bring the beans out here to
string"
Miss Cynthia sat for a few minutes
in smiling silence, and then there
floated down from the barn tenor.
whistled rendition of an Aida aria.
Miss Cynthia stiffened, rose, and
called hasty good-by to Miss Selma
Lue, who came to the door to look
up the street after her.
Il do wonder why she had to go
SO suddenlike." she said to herself as
she turned again toward the kitchen.
Just then Mr.. Alan entered the back
door with Carrots wriggling in his
hands. He was whimpering bunch
of the exact hue of that part of the
mother-earth Enclosed in the garden
fence
Lands alive, Mr.. Alan, did Carrots
turn over his box at last?" exclaimed
Miss Selma Lue as she plucked him
by the neck of his apron and set him
down by the sink.
"He was squirming over the geogra-
ply of the garden paths when found
him." answered Mr.. Alan with a laugh.
Carrots gave one sleepy httle purr
and rolled over on the floor for nap.
"Well, such time as we have been
a-havingi" remarked Miss Selma Lue,
as Mr.. Alan followed her to the front
of the grocery and they both seated
themselves in reach of the river
breeze. She began to snap the beans
busily.
"I heard about it." answered Mr..
Alan, land l had drink of lemon
ades'
THAT bucket saved a-many of yells
and soothed heap of pain. answered
Miss Selma Lue with laugh But,
dearie me, wonder If Miss Cynthia
cou1der been stung by one of them
yaller-jackets as a reason for leaving
so sudden! saw one crawling
around the steps little while ago.
I've just thought of it." Miss Selma
Lue's hands we're idle from anxiety
as she peered up the Hill, with dis
tress in her usually serene eyes.
NO" said Mr., Alan calmly, Il don't
think it was yellow-jacket that
caused her flight. 1t might have been
gray serge" he added under his
breath.
well, jest feel too uneasy to rest
calm until l find out" said Miss Selma
Lue you, Bonnie. come here min
ute! l want you" And she hailed
the wounded hero asshe struggled uy
the road with the empty bucket
CTo BE CoNTINUED.l