The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-12-31
SUMMER VISITORS.

two stories In height and about twelve
feet square, with a small cabbage gar
den in the rear and a grape vine and a
cherry tree in the front yard. We had
never owned any property before, and
we couldn't help feeling a little proud
of this, though, like Morleena Kenwigs,
we had been taught that it was ''sinful."
Come down and pay us a visit" we
had said to every one with whom we
shook hands, as we babe farewell to
the city; 'come in and see our little
place in strawberry time" And every
one had answered.
I'VE shall be delighted"
Our parlor, with its Indian mating
and white curtains and spider-legged
chairs, was a mode of airy comfort.
There were always flowers in glasses on
the mantle, and there was d bird in a
cage in the window. Peggy, the girl"
did the work, and my wife was always
fresh and bright in her white muslins
and knots of ribbons and flowers. She
was growing plump, too, and Mrs.
Turtledove looked we'll when she was
plump. I was thinking of these things
with satisfaction as l opened the gate
of my garden II night and almost
stumbled over Mrs. T~urtledove, who,
with a glass dish in her hand, was bend
ing over the strawberry bed.
''Oh, Timon!" she exclaimed, as l
saluted her, do help me, please. I'm
frying to get enough ripe berries for
1tea After Dragging so, l don't want
Mss Mittens to 60 back to the city and
say she didn't have any. Miss Mittens
came down by the noon train, dear"
Did she?" said l. 'Ah, well,
pleased to see her, I'm sure"
Eyes. of course, Timon," said my
wife, very slowly. ''And 1 hope there's
milk enough. She says she's going to
live on milk, now she is in the coun-
try"
Now, we did not keep a cow, and
we had almost been obliged to go on
our knees to Farmer Fish to induce
him to spare us his quart a day. "He
always liked to send full cans down by
the train," he said, and he and Mrs.
Fish never touched milk themselves.
We had even suspected the good Fish
of watering this quart of ours; per-
haps, being a benevolent man, he
thought that it might be too rich for
1s. 1t is always right to think the very
best of people you know.
81 wish We had a cow" said /; "per-
haps Peggy could milk her if"
Halo, old fellowi' cried a voice
behind me, ''Been chasing you ever
since you left the train. Anyone would
know you had a pretty wife at home,
by the way you walked. I've taken
advantage of your charming invitation
and run down and stop awhile. How
do you do, Mrs. Turtledove? / can see
that farm life agrees with you, by your
cheeks"
And we both shook hands with Null
Igan, Fred Mulligan, whom | remem-
Der with a sort of qualm, put up at the
Fifth Avenue hotel as a general thing,
and was one of the most particular
man about ''his eating"
However, at least I could make him
welcome. so / ushered him into the
che house, spring overcoat, slender UNI
brella, Russian leather travelling bag
and all. and leaving him in the parlor,
went cat iuto the kitchen to open the
sardine box-Peggy bad a way of max
ing chowder of the sardine in the prog
ress--and to assure Mrs. Turtledoye that
she small quantity of berries she had
collected would be plenty"
We were rather a merry party as we
sat down to tea that night Mr.. Null
Ngan and Miss Mittens had discovered
that they had met before at Saratoga,
and were already very intimate.
They complimented MS in chorus.
"How delightful to be country peo-
pie. isn't itps said Mr.. Mulligan.
Indeed it is" said Miss Mittens.
Mature casting her most precious
things al their feet, as one may say
1lowers and fruit and--brcezes. you
know. fairly pinned for the country.
and I hate hotels and strange boarding
houses; SO, since / actually have q sis
ter in dear Mrs. Turtledove, ! thought
I'd throw myself on her charity for the
summer."
Just as TEL, said Mulligan. Said
I: There is Turtledove ready to well
come me with open arms. Why not 60