Arizona republican., 1892-11-02
THE CITY BOARDER.

"a he saw smart, strange figure
.trolling along by the wayside'
ooh she is, is she?" responded the
tanner dryly. He loosened the windlass
.nd dropped the bucket down into the
.ool depths as he answered.
and she's rugged out to kill in a
.,r.gced muslin, jest covered with lace
p e;n went on his wife, with an ag-
,-.avated envy which only a woman can
sasl land ribbons-my! no end of EN-
.nd BIG leghorn hat loaded down
9th flowers, and white par'sol. If
,be wears them things common, what
49,, oon she have for meetin, yabezy"
whatever wise opinion Jabez may
have entertained il was lost to the world,
ha;ro uttered inarticulately from the
Sottom of large tin dipper.
"White shoes and stockin's, too, and
.;rk silk petticoat. My land! what are
folks comm to? read piece in the
naner the other day sayin they was fash'n-
IKE but never s'posed twas anything
bnt newspaper talk. Her father must
Se nretty well off. She thought mebbe
.bsd walk up the hill to see the view.
Che saws she's dreadful fond Of nature"
"Humph?" Farmer Hinkley mopped
b;s fsvered brow. WAL, it's lucky she's
tond of it, for that's about all there is
soip on round here. She wants to learn
~ milk" His great sunburned face
,bOne with amusement, and he winked
one blue eve under the shaggy brow that
balf hid it. II guess I'll learn her with
spOtty."
"Aint Spotty the one that kicks so?"
Her husband nodded.
"Waal you shan't do no such thing,
Jabez Hinkley. Amt you ashamed of
vourself3 She's real pretty spoken, and
isban'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
an up the aisles in heaven with camp
chairs to get EN- all in"
"Waal, I'm goin back l guess we
\ shall git that hay in this mornin. l
want to hurry 'em up so as to take hold
5f the lO-acre lot tomorrow. You be
sure and ring the dinner bell good and
loud SOS shall hear it."
"YOu come in right off when Iring 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 be 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
vas 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. Hinklsy 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
upon the stretch Of yellow road that
wound past the farm gate and up Buzz
rGds hill. A turning had hid the sol
itay walker momentarily from sight,
bu. presently the figure appeared again,
relieved jauutily against the sky, with
thswhite parasol like a nimbus around
its head. There was coquettish, world
y air about its slender height, suggest
ing forcibly the Newport Casino, or the
beach at Nauagansett Pier, or the fish
pond at Rodick's, and 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 the crisp
white gown invested with the indescrib-
able something Of style and distinction
recognized and offered homage by every
woman halever her degree.
Poor Mrs Hintley had never owned
swell fitting dress in her life. She had
never seen one of Doucet's masterpieces
before.
"lguess, she said to herself in astute
rejection, II guess she has her things
made out"
All, didn't she have her things made
out Miss Mary Grinnells poor papa
could have answered for that as he filed
aWaythe bills for her summer wardrobe
-an array Of marvellous CONNECTIONS in
snded to do execution at half dozen
Watering places. Why, after all these
expensive preparations made with glee-
laanticipations, his charming daughter
should have elected suddenly to spend
le summer with Aunt Matilda, on a
NeW Hampshire farm, was mystery
solve. 49, N''' ''''' NV
de simply set it down at once as one
those things never to be revealed, like
1e whereabouts of the north pole and
ne real author Of Shakespeare's plays,
lsAsu no questions, raised no objections,
yust1ed the trunks and saw the two
~. ,e1es safely into the train. Aunt Ma
sI,l' with kodak, library of French
l1uoA and small botanical press, and
sv' niece, wearing curious, half de-
I4l' expression, not at all unbecoming.
~ lsct 1t gave her a new attraction in
Se eyes OF a young man who watched
NY parting from the distance smiling to
s'llsslt' as if secretly amused, and TAX.
e MS seat in another car as the train
,'.sSu out OF the station, snorting and