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Furber, the sender of the telegram, a citizen of Chicago, who had scarcely attained the prime of life, but was gifted with that indomitable spirit of enterprise which characterizes the metropolis of the West.
Why, Lyman Bearse's father, old Lyman, that's so crabbed with rhumatism that it's a cross to live under the same roof with him, will calm down gentle as a dove when Delight goes to read to him. As for Mis' Furber, I reckon she'd never get to the Junction to do a mite of shoppin' or marketin' but for Delight stayin' with the babies whilst she was gone. I couldn't tell you half what that girl does.
He was accompanied by a charming young "Countess," and the honors showered upon them and the adulation paid by society tuft-hunters was something they will never forget. They returned the entertainments. The Count borrowed several thousand dollars. President Furber, of the Olympic Games, said to-day of the "Count:"
My method of working does not accord with yours Hence will require more time to comprehend I have asked Professor James E Keeler to examine the work and forward his report with this application for transportation Yours truly One day in July, 1895, I was perplexed by the receipt of a cable dispatch from Paris in the following terms: Will you act? Consult Gould. Furber.
Furber does say it is a happy thing to die." My cousin says that Furber hardly knows any one by their real name. He identifies them by some nickname in connection with the fiddles they buy from him or get him to repair, or by some personal peculiarity. "There is one man," said my cousin, "whom he calls 'diaphragm' because he wanted a fiddle made with what he called a diaphragm in it.
One day my cousin called and Furber, on opening the door, before saying "How do you do?" or any word of greeting, said very quietly: "The dog is dead." My cousin, having said what he thought sufficient, took up a violin and played a few notes. Furber evidently did not like it. Rose, the dog, was still unburied; she was laid out in that very room. My cousin stopped. Then Mrs. Furber came in.
Every orator mounted the rostrum, like a mountebank at a fair, to proclaim the virtues of his private panacea for the morbid Commonwealth, and, as was natural in young students of political therapeutics, fancied that he saw symptoms of the dread malady of Disunion in a simple eruption of Jethro Furber at a convention of the Catawampusville Come-outers, or of Pyrophagus Quattlebum at a training of the Palmetto Plug-Uglies, neither of which was skin-deep.
"He always speaks of the corners of a fiddle; Haweis would call them the points. Haweis calls it the neck of a fiddle. Furber always the handle." My cousin says he would like to take his violins to bed with him. Speaking of Strad violins Furber said: "Rough, rough linings, but they look as if they grew together."
The philosopher held the piece of wood he had been planing to the light and examined it critically. "Once," he resumed, taking up his work again, "when Dave Furber was courtin' Katie Bearse, I drove over to Sawyer's Falls with him to get Katie a birthday present an' among other things we thought we'd buy some candy.
R. E. W. "I am very sorry, Mrs. Furber, to hear about Rose." Mrs. F. "Well, yes sir. But I suppose it is all for the best." R. E. W. "I am afraid you will miss her a great deal." Mrs. F. "No doubt we shall, sir; but you see she is only gone a little while before us." R. E. W. "Oh, Mrs. Furber, I hope a good long while." Mrs. "Well, yes sir, I don't want to go just yet, though Mr.
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