Grand Rapids herald. [volume] (Grand Rapids, Mich.) 1892-1959, 1892-10-02
THE CITY BOARDER.

''She's going TO take little exercise"
said Mrs. Hinkley TO her husband as he
came up hot and red for a drink Of wa
ter from the well. and looking down the
road no saw a smart, strange figure
strolling along by the wayside.
.'Oh. she is, is she?" responded the
farmer dryly. He loosened the windlass
and dropped the bucket down into the
cool depths as he answered.
"And she's rugged out TO kill in
sprigged muslin. Jest covered with lace
ruff1in," went on his wife, with an ag-
gravated envy which only a woman can
feel. land ribbons-myl no end of EN-
and big leghorn hat loaded down
with flowers, and a white par'sol. If
she wears them things common, what
can she have for meetin, JabezY'
Whatever wise opinion Jabex may
have entertained it was lost to the world.
being uttered inarticulately from the
bottom of a large tin dipper.
White shoes and stockin's, too, and a
pink silk petticost. My land! what are
folks comm TO? l read a piece in the
paper the other day sayin they was fash'n
able, but l never s'posed twas anything
but newspaper talk. Her father must
be pretty we'll off. She thought mebbe
she'd walk up the hill TO see the view.
She says she's dreadful fond of nature"
''Humph?' Farmer Hinkley mopped
his fevered brow. WAL, it's lucky she's
fond of it, for that's about all there is
goin on round here. She wants to learn
TO milk" His great sunburned face
shone with amusement, and he winked
one blue eye under the shaggy brow that
half hid it. Il guess I'll learn her with
Spotty."
"Ain't Spotty the one that kicks soF''
Her husband nodded.
"Waal, you shan't do no such thing.
Jabez Hinkley. Amt you ashamed of
yourself? Shes real pretty spoken, and
l shan't have no tricks played on her
while she stays here. My! l guess if
here amt nothing wuss about folks
than their bein dressy they'll have to
fill up the aisles in heaven with camp
chairs to get 'em all in"
WAL, I'm goin back. / guess we
shall git that hay in this mornin.
want to hurry 'em up 50 as to take hold
of the 10-acre lot tomorrow. You be
sure and ring the dinner bell good and
loud SOS shall hear it."
"You come in right off when ring an
clean up little. You amt goin' to set
down to the table in your shirt sleeves,
now we've got boarders."
II Jabez Hinkley had been born in
Paris he would have shrugged his shout
ders as he walked off. But as the only
world he had ever looked upon was up
among the New Hampshire hills, the
only expression he gave to his feelings
upon the subject of dressing for dinner
was TO jam his dilapidated straw hat
down firmly on his head and hitch up his
trousers before he made his way out
again into the broiling sunshine of the
July day.
Mrs. Hinkley forgot all about her pies
In the oven. A deeper feminine note
than her housekeeping pride had been
touched. and she stood under the big
elm by the well gazing off persistently
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wound past the farm gate and up Buzz
yards hill. A turning had hid the sol
itary walker momentarily from sight,
but presently the figure appeared again,
relieved jauntily against the sky, with
the white parasol hike nimbus around
its head. There was coquettish. world
ly air about its slender height, suggest
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beach at Nsrrsgansett Pier, or the fish
pond Mt Rodick's, and a graceful ease in
its languid gait which could only have
been acquired on city pavements. But
these were lost on the observer, whose
eyes rested hungrily upon tho crisp
white gown invested with the indescrib-
able something Of style and distinction
recognized and offered homage 10y every
woman " hatever her degree.
Poor Mrs. Huxley had never owned
well fitting dress in her life. She had
never seen one Of Doucet's masterpieces
before
Il guess. she said to herself in astute
reflection, Il guess she has her things
made ous.~
All. didn't she have her things made
ont Miss Mary Grinuelrs poor papa
could have answered for that ne he fled
away the bills for her summer wardrobe
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tended To d. execution St a half dozen
watering pla-es Why. after 81 these
expensive preparations made with glee-
ful anticipsti0ns. his charming daughter
should have elected suddenly 10 spend
tina summer with Amt Matilda. on =
New Hamrshire farm, was a mystery
that his wise parent did not sttemp' 70
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