Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-04-06
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"No hotel?" said Mr.. Percival Payne.
Nothing in the shape of one" an
swerod his friend, Lucius Warden, with
the subdued triumph of one who an
nounces a startling fact.
81 never heard of such a thing in my
life !" said Payne.
"Nor 1 neither" serenely remarked
Warden.
"But how DO you account for it 2"
demanded the would. be tourist, shifting
his forehead in despair.
81 don't account for it all, said Mr..
Warden, surveying the nails which he
had Just been carefully trimming with
his penknifs, "except that nobody
knows anything about the place as yet.
There a factory wallpaper, believe
or something Of that sort-and q cigar
shop and beer.shop and two thread
and-needle stores, aud poBtofIica
where the mails come twice week; and
there's the Magalloway river, all car
peted over with water-lilies, and half a
dozen glorious little trout-streams run
ming into it, and the finest bit of
scenery you ever saw. But-there's no
hotel |"
But where's r fellow to stayf' help
lessly demanded Payne.
"Get an outfit and camp out, as I
did," said Warden, choeriully. "a
blanket, a canvas tent, with pegs and
loops, little smudge Of bran or pine.
needles, to keep the mosquitoes of at
night, and"
But l don't enjoy camping out"
vehemently demonstrated Payne. at
is all very we'll for those that like it,
but I'm not one Of that sort. l like
our good walls, feather pillow and
regular meals served three times
day"
Well, then, look here" said War
den. "Go to the Widow Bucks. She
takes 5oarlers now and then"
Who is the Widow Buck?' asked
Payne.
"That 1 don't know" replied his
friend.
And where does she liver
There you have me again"
Man alive ! are you .crazy7" de.
spairingly questioned Payne. How
am to find her?'
Inquire" calmly responded Mr..
Warden, as he shut up his knife and
replaced it in his vest pocket. Go to
Mailzie Ford-l1 A. " train stage
coach-through in ono day. Ask for
the Widow Buck'sl Bless my heartl
nothing in the wide world could be
easier. Ialways heard that people got
good faro there and comfortable beds.
And Mailzie Ford is aperiect little'par-
adise when you once get therel"
WELL" said Payne, deiectedly, " it
seems a wiId-goose chase, but I've
mind to try it. A man can but come
back again"
It Was rather early in the season for
the conventional operation known to
the American public as summering,'
but Percigal Payne, being bachelor OF
independent fortune and cultivated
tastes, felt that he could do as he
pleased. And it was rashera luxury to
anticipate the frat lnad rush Of travel,
when al the seats are engaged, the
cozy corners taken, and the most desir.
able points OF observation usurped.
SO he packed his valise, did up his
fsbing.tackle, laid in great store of
crayons and sketching-paper, and
started fJr the far northern wilderness
Of Mailzie Ford.
OF course the train was late trains
always are late--and It was o'clock in
the afternoon when Mr.. Payne found
himself perched up in an open box
wagon, alongside Of two trunks, pack
age OF Goldfish, mailbag, and > pretty
girl. with eyes as soft as black pools OF
water. and one OF those odd, fringy
hats cf black straw, I'll covered with