The Sunday tatler and Jersey City express. (Jersey City, N.J.) 1883-1886, 1885-08-23
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Especial correspondence SUNDAY TArrLER.)
TAaRYTows, August Is. Mrs. Quits had
had surfeit Of seaside amusements, and
to tell the truth about it, / had had a sur
felt Of Mrs. Quits that is in the sense that
thought would enjoy the novelty Of
bachelors life for little season; and when
she proposed that she and the little Quits
60 to the mountains for recreation / lent q
more than willing ear. A season IN the
mountains meant tarry at SO long dist
ance from home that she could not have
me account TO her every night. That par
ticular part of the Summers programme
did not meet her warm approval, for Mrs.
Quits is very fond of me, and you must not
infer that am not fond of her from the
fact that I viewed with complacency the
prospective separation from her for two or
three days a week for month. But she
finally made up her mind that she thought
she would like the mountains little better
than she liked me for little season, and
became reconciled to the situation. So it
was arranged that | should advertise for
farm house board in the mountains, and /
did it. There came in response the usual
number of answers from the every Summer
assortment of farm boarding house hacks
These that suited our fancy were miles
away--a visit of inspection to them meant
days jaunt or more; and we concluded
to rust to luck in making our selection,
and go it blind, on faith. Two of the let
tiers that promised the fullest realization of
our expectations were taken out from the
multitude of ANSWERS" and / tossed up
penny to decide between them. If the
"head" turned uE, we were to go to a
point on the top of the Fishkill Mountains.
if tails" turned up we were destined for
point down IN Warren County, New Jersey.
The penny showed a 'shead" when it fell;
and we wrote to Mrs. Pussy that we should
on certain day start for her retreat on the
top of the Fishkll range of hills. Within
two days we had missive from our pros
pectiye hostess announcing that her hus-
band would meet us at the boat landing.
Mrs. Quits went to New York, fitted out
each of the little Quits with new pair of
stockings and shoes, and we started. The
boat set US down on a dock at Duchess
junction. There was no conveyance in
waiting; and we waited its arrival on a
rude board in an abandoned freight build
ing near at hand We had not sat there
many minutes before monstrous straw
hat shot in through the open door.
BE thar man mend Quits IN this ar
place ?" asked voice beneath the hat.
ssihat's my name, sir, answered, adj
vancing to the hat. Then I observed that
it shaded pair of over-alIs that did not
entirely cover the boot-legs at its other ex-
tremity.
Gan my men, the hat and over-alls put
in, sis Pussy"
1t wasn't many seconds before carriage
drove up to the door. Its responsibility
was an encouraging sign. We Inferred
from it that the penny had come down
right side up with care, and our spirits
were high as we climbed in and started for
the crest of the mountains. The farm
house looked neat on the outside, when we
reached it, but Mrs. Quits's first impress
sions were against the slatterniy and SLOW
emily woman, with measly and i'll kempt
child on her arms, that admitted US. Then
she thought Mrs. Pussy might have re-
garded our coming as SO problematical as
not to deem it worth the while to array
herself in the best, and " retired in the
belief that Mrs. Pussy would be more pres
entable in the morning. But when the
morning came and the same slatternly and
slovenly creature set us down to an untidy
looking table showed up against the wall.
with hotch-potched meal spread upon it
thrown upon it rather-I made up my
mind it was hopeless. Mrs. Quits looked
at me to see whether I could eat. I felt it
my bonnden duty to encourage her appe-
tite; and by way of example | choked the
food down my throat, with the aid of a
fork, into mighty rebellious stomach. An
hour after breakfast one of the children
was seized with the shakes. Chills and
fever and malaria on the top of the noun
tains seemed impossible to my grimption,
but l was quickly undeceived when the
country doctor visited assured me that
but for the prevalence of that distemper,
he would have no patients, and the country
storekeeper supplemented it with the in
formation that he sold more liver-pads
over his counter than loaves of bread. The
whole region was impregnated with it. The
corn looked yellow while it was vet green.
and the trees leaned laz'ly and weakly
against one another. The horses ambled
along with sleepy, uncertain gait, aad
the only live things in the place were the
frogs that whistled and croaked noisily in
neighboring pools. Mrs. Quits felt uneasy
and uncomfortable in the afternoon, and
by night she, too, was shivering from head
to foot. felt that / must say to Mr..
Pussy that we could not stay day longer,
and hunted him out to impart the pleasant
information to him. Mrs. Pussy assured
me that he was in the cornfield I hadn't
seen anything answering to that descrip-
ton en- the place, but / had observed a
''scare crow" on the stone fence that bord-
cred newly narrowed field near the
house, and, with the conviction that corn
field that l had missed might be in the
neighborhood, / sought the newly narrowed
soil again. The scare crow was still there.
1t seemed to be a bundle made out of
pair of over-alls, shaded by hat. AS
approached, the figure almost scared the
wits out of me by moving The big straw
hat turned as though the stuffed thing had
become imbued with life and conscious
ness; and suggestions of aghostly visitation
filled my mind. haven't any very large
faith in ghosts, however, and marched
boldly up to the figure to see if my eyes
had not deceived me- To my surprise
learned that the scare crow was human. It
was roy host, the man I was seeking, old
man Pussy, himself.
ssYou were sitting on this fence re-
marked to him, "when [ went by this
morning. You are sitting here tonight
still. Have you been here all day ~
ssWaal, yaas. turn out with the sun
mornins and so in with the birds nights.
I've just been plantin' some corn in these
an furrers, and set here to keep the Gro VS.
away
That quite capped the climax. The idea
Of living with score crow added to the
discomforts of the situation, and Mrs Quits
has spoiled my anticipated bachelor yaca-
ton by finding more congenial place, not
SO far away from home, to which / am con-
demned to return every night.
The Horses Lucky Find.
OMAHA, Neb., August 22.-S. P. Morse &
Co., who purchased the dry goods stock of
Smith. the absconder, for $4,000, in a