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Updated: June 23, 2025
But we had no desire to belittle this pretty cascade, especially when we found that Judge Logan would regard a foot abated from the 1400 as a personal grievance. Mr. Logan once performed the functions of local judge, a Republican appointment, and he sits around the premises now in the enjoyment of that past dignity and of the fact that his wife is postmistress.
He proceeded to hunt up the post office; and as the mail was not yet distributed, he had to wait some time, conscious of the fact that he was the center of interest to the crowd assembled in the room. Finally, when he gained access to the delivery window, he was greeted by a smile from the postmistress, a woman of uncertain age, who remarked as she handed him his letters: "Good morning, Mr.
"Don't mind it a mite, Susan Tucher," cried the captain. "Goin' there, anyhow. Got some business with Miss Jane. Lord, what a wad o' them!" "That ain't half what she gits sometimes," replied the postmistress, "and most of 'em has seals and crests stamped on 'em. Some o' them furrin lords, I guess, she met over there."
"Oh, I'll go up-stars," said Aunt Patsy. "Whar she?" "She's in the spare chamber," said Miss Harriet; and Aunt Patsy, with a nod of the head signifying that she knew all about that room, crossed the hall, and began, slowly but steadily, to ascend the stairs. Miss Harriet gazed upon her with amazement, for Aunt Patsy had been considered chair-ridden when the postmistress was a young woman.
It was clear the young postmistress reigned a queen among the younger ones, but a queen that deigned to friendship with her subjects. Some of them called her Miss Sanderson, one or two of them Phyllie. Among these last was Healy, who appeared on very good terms with her indeed.
Pennycook dodging into the post-office, and it was his intention to have a quiet little conversation with the lady. When he arrived at the post-office, however, Mrs. Pennycook was not in sight. Mr. Hennage stepped lightly inside, and at that moment he heard Miss Molly Pickett, the postmistress, exclaim: "Well, for the land's sake!" "It's a fact, Miss Pickett. She kissed him!"
Dobbins," he explained to his companion as they started for the village. Frank ran into the post-office as they reached it. The postmistress handed out a paper from the Jordan letter-box. Frank stuck it in his pocket a little disappointedly, for he had expected a letter from his father. He led Dobbins from the post-office to the village tavern.
It was addressed to "Miss Leigh," and a crimson flush rose to her temples at the unpleasant smile with which the postmistress handed it across the counter. Harry, when he wrote, having posted it himself, ventured to address his letter to "Mrs.
Jack Bailey," and she flourished in front of him an important-looking document whereon her name could be discerned in large letters. "Hum! So you are really postmistress of Golden Crossing," remarked Jack. "Is your mother " "Oh, it isn't anything serious," was the quick answer. "But we are going to make certain, changes, and " "Changes!" cried Jack, in some surprise.
One day my friends applied to the post office for stamps, but none were to be had for love or money. Off somebody cycled to Marlotte, which possesses not only a post and telegraph, but a money order office as well same reply, next the adjoining village of Grez was visited and with no better result "Supplies have not yet reached us from headquarters," said the third postmistress.
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