The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1890-01-31

MAM\\NEFN won't itY'
| jWV'N(N Nj mot quite as bad
VIZ rs that" said Mrs.
Hayn, carefully moving an iron over one of
the caps which she reserved for grand occa-
slons. "Only Mr.. and Mrs. Tramlay an the
| two gals"
swell, you ortn't 10 forget that Phil is city
folks now, an declare to gracious, be-
| lieve forgot to tell you that Miss Dinon-
that splendid gal l told you about, that owns
| a lot of stock in the company-Phil's writ
that like enough she'll come down too. She
an her mother want to pick lot for house
for themselves before it's too late for much of
| choice"
"Well, l can't understand it yet" said
Mrs. Hayn, carefully picking the lace edging
of the cap into the proper neglige effect sit
seems like dream Here's me- that's some
times been almost a-dyin' to get away
from this farm an into the city, an there's
a whole passed. of city folks goin' to leave
their palaces in New York an come down
here to live on little pieces of our farm an
other farms along the ridge. l tell you, /
can't understand it."
SWELL" said the farmer, picking some bits
Of oat chaff from his shirt sleeve, sit amt
always easy to understand city folks at first
sight. Now, there's that Teller Marge When
fust saw him in New York wouldn't have
give him his salt for any work he'd do in the
country. Yet now look at him Them roads
an drives through the company's property
wouldn't have been half so near done if he
hadn't come down here an took hold to hurry
things along for the spring trade. Why,
some Of them fellers that's dom the work has
worked for me ON the farm, off an on, for
years. an thought knowed how to get as
much out of 'em as Their was in 'em; but,
bless your soul, he manages 'em good deal
better"
"They do say he's a master hand at man
agn'," Mrs. Hayn admitted, IAN that it's
partly because he takes right hold himself,
instead of standin' round bossin', lik4most
city men,"
'Takes holdl Why, he works as if he'd
been brought up at it, which I'm certain
sure he never was. You can't see the fun of
it, because you never saw him in New York.
Why, if you could have seen him there you'd
have thought that gate post with two pegs
in the bottom of it would have had as much
go as him. I've REILLY took a likin' to him.
More'n once I've let him know that wouldn't
mind If he'd leave the hotel in the village an
put up with u.s. but somehow he didn't seem
to take to it."
"That's strange, amt ita" said Mrs. Hayn,
with q quizzical look that made her husband
stare
"Oh!" said the old man, after little re-
Fiction
you're CROWN dretful old an short
sighted, Reuben" said Mrs. Hayn; and the
farmer made haste to change the subject of
conversation.
A day or two later the party from the city
arrived, and great was the excitement in the
village Sol Mantring's wife, who had
learned Of what was expected, made q trip to
Hayn Farm daily on one pretext or other,
reaching there always just before the time of
the arrival of the train from the city, received
tile deserved reward of her industry, and be.
fore sunset of the day on which the party ar
rived everybody in the village knew that
when Lucia stepped from the carriage at the
farm house door Mrs. Hayn caught her in
her arms and almost Rugged the life out of
her. Everybody knew, also, that the party
was to be there for only twenty-four hours
The shortness of the time at their disposal
was probably the reason that Phil and Lucia
disappeared almost Immediately after the
meal which quickly followed their arrival.
They went to the lily pond; there were no
lilies yet upon the water, but the couple did
not notice their absence; they could see them
just where they should be-just where they
were ten months before They got again
into the old birch bark canoe; it was not as
clean as it should have been for the sake of
Lucas expensive travelling dress, for the
small boys of the Hayn family had not taken
as good care Of it as Phil would do, but Phil
made cushion of leaves, which Lucia slowly
Ial t,.fTN cba haIp 4
while she identified the scenes which her
farmer boy guide and boatman had shown her
the summer before. Phil thought her express
sion angelic as she dreamily gazed about her;
yet when her eyes reverted to him, as they
frequently did, he informed himself that there
were even gradations of angelic expression.
They even rode in the old beach wagon; the
ocean was still as cold as winter; bathing
was out of the question, but Phil had a per-
sistent fancy for reminding his sweetheart of
every change there had been in their rela-
tions, and in himself; and Lucia understood
him.
"It's dreadfully mean Of those two to 90 off
by themselves and not help us have any fun"
complained Margie to Agnes Dinon, when the
latter returned from a stroll with Mr.. and
Mrs. Tramlay, during which she had selected
a satisfactory cottage site Let's have a
run. I know every foot of this country Do
you see that clump of dwarfed cedars off
yonder on the ridge, with the sky for a
background They're lovely; I've tried again
and again to sketch them Come over and
look at them"
Away the couple plodded. AS they APP
preached the clump they saw that a road had
been partly sunk in front of IL; and as they
drew nearer they saw a man sodding a ter
race which sloped from the ridge to the road.
"That's not right" said another man, who
was looking on. THAT sod must be laid more
securely, or the first rain will wash 1t away.
I'll show you how to do 1t. See here"
agnes Dinonl" exclaimed Margie, in a
tone which suggested that mouse, or at least
a snake, was in close proximity. "Do you
hear that voicei-do you see that mani Do
you know who he isi That is the elegant Mr..
Marge."
Miss Dnon manifested surprise, but she
quickly whispered:
''Sh-h-hl Yes, knew he was here, look
ing after the company's interests He Is one
of tho directors, you know"
eyes, | know; but see his hat and his
clothes, and his brown hands. This Is simply
killingl Oh, IL had crayons and paper, or,
boftar sfill capaaraI Tho Uirla at hop,a