Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1888-12-08
UP A PLUM TREE.
Imprisonment, Rescue aud the Tri.
umph of Love.

iouse-keeper. there's man up in the
,lum treer'
up In the plum tree!. repeated Mr..
Brown. "And what's he dong up in
he plum treep 1t amt the tine o.
roar for ripe plums."
No." said zeruiah, giving the fry
ng pan that she was cleaning an extra
Icrape with the knife, But it's always
lime o year for young men to make
ools of themselves. and the third
,ranch of that ar plum tree is on a
inc with the window of Arabella Ar.
lens room"
''Eh?" said Mr. Brown. dropping his
newspaper and opening his eyes very
vide
LAS true as you live. sir" said Ze.
utah.
'.But that was precisely what my
brother sent her down here for" said
hr. Brown. contracting his bald FORE
sead into innumerable wrinkles. ITO
Keep her out of Hubert Wynton's
va e
'Humphr' said Zeruiah. "The
world is wide. but it amt wi de enough
% keep two fools apart"
Up in the plum tree, is hes" said
Mr.. Brown, with a sardonic smile.
What sort of looking FELLOW is he,
5eruiah.
WALL" answered the woman, still
holding the frying pan as Minerva Of
BID might have held her SHE'D. "the
caves is thick, and my slight ain,
What it once was; but he's got light
,olored clothes on. as was never cut
Bean Hollow; and his hat that lays
'ut on the grass, has got a city makers
name in it."
'Goodw nodded Mr.. Brown. "You
ought to have been detective, Ruey.
They would give you good wages, I'll
bet a big apple tree. Where's the
hatp"
Il brung it in and put it on the hall
able" answered Zeruiah.
Very we'll. Go out and chain Cesar
lndor the plum tree. Give him good
ength of chain. Ruey. Then come back
md move all Arabella's things into the
vest bedroom. I'll take the end room
myself If there's any serenading, or
ooetry-recting, or any thing of that
sort I'll have the benefit of it N.Y.
Ielf"
A slow smile broke out over Zeruiah's
wooden face.
"But what'l you tell her?" said she.
Tell herp Why. that the end room
8 better aspect for nv rheumatism"
raid Mr.. Brown. chuckling. And
make haste, OF she'll be back from
Widow Pete's. Every thing must be
moved before she returns. And pull the
Ihade down. so the city chap won't
suspicion what we're up to- "
OFF trudged Zeruah, who. in spite of
her having first seen the light on the
rugged coasts of Maine. was at heart
true Spanish duenna. and took grim
delight in frustrat ng the iutents of
Cpid.
leila Arden was young and pretty.
Bella had dared to rid cule her old.
fashioned idea Bella had ck-named
her 'Medusa," and. though Zeruiah
had not the least idea who ''Medusa"
was. she diml; suspected that it was o
complimentary term. And. therefore.
Zeruiah was not sorry 10 see the pretty
Boston girl come up with" as she
pbrased it..
"Why, Uncle Brown" cried Bella.
when she came in, with her fair hair
blown about her face and her cheeks
redeemed by her brisk walk across hill
and hollow. why have you changed
my room"
"Well, you see, my DEAR" said MIR.
Brown, craflily, 'Tve an idee that the
EAST room will suit my rheumatism
better. You don't N nd?''
.'Oh, not in the least?" said Bella,
,heerfully. And FL 60 right to work
and arrange the things that that cross
Did Zeruiah las flung about so reckless
ly. Oh, by the way, uncle, there was
no letter for me- supposeP" as she
glanced at the weekly paper lying I'M
folded on the table. "for ] see they've
brought the mail. "
mo, my dear" said MIR. Brown,
mo letters.
And the COWS came. with tinkling
nails. home from the fern scented pas
lures. and the sun sank behind the
maple swamps, and the purple dimness
If twilight began to brood over all
lbiugs, and still Hubert Wynton. pris-
oned up among the tossing plum
bouphs, waited in vain for some pros
necls of his release.
..Confound these good people!' said
ha 10 himself. What on earth have
they chained that savage beast here for
iusl now? And l believe / must have
made a mistake-that is not Bella's
room at all. A stout old man has set
there, reading the paper all the after
moon. and / haven't dared to stir, for
fear of being shot for a burglar. I've
seen The darling once or twice picking
flowers in the garden. and bringing
water from the spring. but L haven t
ventured TO call to her. for fear of be.
lraying my hiding-place. Shades of
Epicurus! how good that frying chick
NJ Cofae tooP T a give n kin o. &