The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1889-02-15

lar TOO short, ana he wished II would
extend indefinitely, and that Pinkcy
might be his companion. No word,
were spoken, but each understood the
other, and Walter felt troubled at the
thought.
When she had dismOuntcd, Pinkey
ran up TO her room To undrcss and cry,
while Walter led the horses to the
barn, and TO contemplate his own sad
fatc--a cruel fate that made him love
Nh object SO far above him.
CHAPTER VII.
BILL MARTIN's VISIT.
The next day aft'r the preaching ~
Preston Flat school-hou,e, Pmhey
Miles was alone i'm her mothers kltch-
On. In Preston Flat Kitchens always
bs,ongcd To the wife, regardless Of all
rules of law either common or Statu-
tory) Pinkcy's mind was busy with
thoughts half pcrplcXing and halfplcas-
ing. 4 faint flush occasionally sutlu5-
ed her check, followed bya look ofpcr-
picking doubt. No remark had been
made in her presence concerning her
companion OF the day before, yet,
proud as she was Of him. there WAS
something so strange and unknown
about him that sdc did not know
whether it was right or not. "lIo has
always shown himself To be q gentle
man, y she finally said to herself, rs she
sat by the kitchen table, looking out Of
the window. There is something SO
manly about him; lis face is SO frank,
open and honest that he could not have
done wrong, even if he did come here
as n tramp" The tcakcttlc sang mer-
rily, giving forth hot vapor that filled
the room. Pinkcv seemed, ii possible,
more beautiful than ever in her neat
kitchen habit and clean white collar.
Remarks, she well knew, had been
made by the ncighborS concerning
Walter Brownticld, but until proven to
be an unworthy character she deter
mined to defend him.
The window at which she was sit
ting overlooked the large meadow
lands that lay between the farms of Mr.
Miles and Jack Hawkins She cspicd
n man coming across the field; his
shambling gait and rough appearance
at once convinced her that it was the
worthless Bill Martin.
IL wonder what he can bc coming
here for?' shc9.Kcd herself. at must
bc some business he has with father. "
She began 10 inspect pan of dried
beans she was To boil for dinner,
throwing out the imperfect ones and
keeping only the good; and had for
gotten Bill Martin until a rap at the
kitchen door warned her that some one
demanded admission. Hastily putting
the pan away she arose and said:
"Comc in. "
The door opened and Bill Martin en-
tered. No sooner was he within and
the door closed, than that evil grin
which characterized him when he met
our hero in the woods lit up his face.
IL beg pardon, Miss Pinkey,' said
Bill. his grin becoming lccr of satis-
faction. Il rccly leg pardon for this
secmin' intrusi'n, but, We see, had
some business here and jSt come over
"My father /, not hcrc," interrupted
rinkcy. IL presume, | presume, it is
hc whom Won wish to see.
"Bcg pardon. Miss Pinkcy." and the
look on the face of Bill Martin almost
frightened her. IL beg pardon, but it's
not Nc'rf thcr ! come TO sec.
"Nly brother thcn?'
"No MINI.
"My mother or some of the hired
mon?
"No, Miss P.nkcy, wrong agin.
"Thcn. whom do vou wish To sce?"
"lc'rSclf, Miss Pinkcy.'
"MNsrlf?'
eyes, mum.
"What do you wish to see me about,
sirP"
Bill deliberately took his seat and
removing his hat, said;
Don't lc sSccrcd. Miss Pinkcy, an
don BE- in n hurry COS it's all fur yer
good come here
Then. sir. hope You will br in Il
hurry with what You have Il say. for |
am very busy
"lcs'm. | know YES n smart gal.
an good gal. so't when | know Il
somcthin' W ought To know. l cum
right over to tell We.
IF YOU have any thing to tell, Mr..
Martin. it would bc better that you told
my father
"No. no. Miss Pinkcy, this /, dill
cate matter. an when I've told We all
yc'll thank me fur il. We wouldn't
kccr for Yer parents 60 know what I've
como To- talk To We about
Pinkcy shuddcrcd and dreaded the
worst come TO propo,' marriage 10
hcr.-hcr drtcstation of him seemed
doubled now. She glanced at him aud
saw that ho was chuckling while he
watched her from the corners Of his
balcful ewes.
"lf YOU have any thing 10 say Mr..
Martini said the girl, summoning up
all her resolution, "say and bcgonc.
for | can assure YOU that your COM
pany is not at all desirable
"No doubt ont, no doubt ont. Miss
Pinkcy." said Bill. laughing. Il don't
expect We like me rs well as We do some
certain other chap not half as well
know'd in this country as me. and who
left his native town in Disgrace
"What do you mean. sir?
81 mean that young gals are Ike
fractions hosscs; when they sit an idea
in their head it's harl TO git IL out le
think I'm loafer COS We don't scc me
with white hands and fixed up in stole
toggery. Ye think tramp's gentle
man cos be fXcs up like ora