The Savannah tribune. [volume] (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, 1888-05-05

went over the property for the first
time.
"What are these, Friend DavidF" she
asked, little doubtfully.
"Guess likely they're cider" said
David Lorn. "Old Nutting, he made
the best cider for twenty miles around"
"Ciderw repeated Miss Plumb.
Didn't you know that this was ia
nous cider farm2" said David. Didn't
you see the orchards of apple trees up
on the hill2'
''Yes, l saw them" said Miss Plumb,
"but 1 did not realize their meaning
l think, Friend David, thee may pull
out the corks-"
"Bungs, we call 'em," gently cor
rected Lorn.
'Bungs, if thee prefers that title, and
let the baleful fluid flow away. am
prejudiced with an exceeding prejudice
against intoxicating liquorsW
"There amt no harm in cider"
pleaded David Lorn.
not p" said Miss Plumb, firmly. GAS
to the apple orchard, it is not for me to
criticise the kindly fruits of the earth,
but could wish that they had been pas
ture fields or potato patches, or some
thing less deleterlous than they are"
She walked quietly on.
David Lorn was just opening his
mouth to demonstrate, when Patience
gently beckoned him to desist.
"My Grandfather Plumb died of de-
lirium tremens," she whispered. "Aunt
Ruth cannot forget that. Thee will
have to let her have her own way"
David Lorn whistled low whistle
"But anyhow" said he, "there'll be
a deal Of good vinegar lost if all this
runs to waste. l say, Miss Plumb"
81 would prefer thee to call me Friend
Ruth" said the old lady, mildly.
ct sounds pretty familiar, don't it2"
apprehenslvely observed David. ''But
if you say so, so it shall be. l say,
Friend Ruth, if I'll go bail this ere
shan't none of it be used for nothin' but
vinegar to be SOLD by the gallon, would
you let me hev it at market price, It's
a wicked sin to waste the Lords good
gifts.
"Thee is not so far wrong, Friend
David" said Miss Plumb. eyes, ]
think may trust thee"
'Ttll make first chop vinegar" OBJ
served David, scientifically testing it
with straw.
Little Patience was delighted with
the poultry yard and cow-house-a stur-
dy, shaggy pony, who shook his head
at them over the railing of his stall, was
duly admired-and then David lighted
a fire in the big, -throated chin
ney of the old farm house and blew it
into blaze.
'Its Ct Id weather, even cf the fust
hard frosts haven't CONF yet" said he.
"And the house needs airin' up An 1
guess Miss Plumb-Friend Ruth, /
mean-you and Friend Patience hev
had better come over and sleep at our
house tonight if you don't want to catch
cold. Tomorrer the housll be in better
livin' order. And my sister Calphur
MALL be proper glad to sac you"
1t CHANGED that between repairs, air
ing and aiding to the arrears Of furni-
ture, Friend Ruth and her niece re-
NAMED at the Lorn homestead for a
week during which time Miss Calphur-
MIA began, uader Friend Ruth's direc-
ton, to weave new rag carpet and
mapped out crazy quilt as designed
by little Patience.
David Lorn, who in his way, was no
contemplate carpenter, made a strong
kitchen-table for the strangers, put a
corner cupboard in the living room and
screwed up hooks, shelves and brackets
innumerable, here, there and every
where, to suit Patieace's fancy in the
old house.
'But after ALL" said the little Qua
keress, ct isn't as pleasant at Nutting
Farm, shut in by all those crooked old
apple trees, as it is here. l wish we
were going to live here"
q wish so, too, with all my hearth