The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1893-05-28

out on the piazza to ''cool Off" A light
buggy with two men had Just driven up
before the hotel door. Mary P0pham stared
into the dusk. One of the men got ont.
and. with al "All right; good-bye" to the
other. ran up the steps.
Hello. Mary! We drove over from Blue
Hill. Splendid drivew and the DELINQUENT
invalld saluted his better half audibly.
why, you are as fat as BUTTER" SAID
Mrs. p, pushing him away little. "And.
good gracious. you don't mean to soy
you've been wearing your best suit every
day for common! Why, here's q patch"
Eyes. burned hole in it at the Picker
ing's ciam-bake. Sarah Pickering just
sewed It up temporarily till you could get
lis that the sarah Pickering that you
said sent you tho valentine when you were
well. you have got memory! Yes. it's
the same. But come In till / get sometbiD z
to eat. Pm awful hungry and Pve got lots
to tell you. Why, what's goin' ONT You're
all fixed upp
"Sh-sh-sh. It's willie's party and Mrs.
Popham smuggled her husband in by o side
door He looked so well that she was
ashamed of him. and remembering the
daily solicitude of tho 'boarders" for his
health, her face began to burn unoomfort-
ably till It's color matched his magnificent
Dburn.
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bring your supper up in the bedroom.
Posey'll get him. She knows him."
We'll" said Popbam, after the middle
aged pair had assembled stealthily to their
own apartments. Il look well. do II It's
the Bucks Cove air. Why, Mary, Bar
Harbor amt a patch on Bucks Cove And
as for fun-clam bakes every dayi How
long will il take you to pack upf i told
them I'd just run over TO get you and the
children"
"Oh. yes. do let's go.' said Posey. who
had come in from an adjoining room to
greet her parent.
But Mrs. Popham looked grave.
Il don't KNOW" she said. 1t suddenly
seemed TO her that The past weeks of $50
cial opportunities" had carried her out into
the world milee beyond simple Tom with
his clam bakes Il have an lmportant
communication to make to you, Thomas
and she paused for effect. 81 have reason
to suppose that William is engaged"
'Whatp said Thomas Popham, drawing
himself together.
IL have!reason to suppose" repeated Mrs
r.. that our son William is engaged"
The father of the family rose from his
chair. he moved about the room overcome
with emotion-an emotion which doubled
him MP and shook him all ever. Finally
his feelings found vent. "Hs! ha. hs! hal
haw he screamed. "Ho. no. hoi no! hon and
Posey. who liked to laugh, too, contributed
a high treble aiggle. After five minutes of
unrestralneo hllarity, P0Dham was at last
able TO say:
"Don't be q fool. Mary; why, its only
year or sc since you took Willie ont of
kits. But I've got q splendid thing for
him down at Bucks Cove. and mean to
make man of him some of these days.
Davis will take him INTO his store That's
the way / began. There's nothing like it,"
Groceries cried Mrs. Popham.
"Yes groceries on one side and dry goods
on the other. There's millions in itlr
Two days later Lucy Bingham stood on
the hotel piazza waving her handk erchie
TO a 'busful of departing Pophams. Willie
had promised TO write, but Lucy. as we
have mentioned before. was not fool. The
omnibus was no sooner ont of sight than
the young woman assembled TO her room,
and there began daintily to fasten some
wlthered flowers, No. glove, and wisp
of drab hair upon one of thet leaves of a
stout scrap book in which there were very
many other objects of a similar KIND.
When she had completed this labor, Lucy
took her pen and wrote upon the page IN
the neatest and fairest of scrip: Season
of 1881. w. p" and closed the volume with
@ bang.
Helen wollar. IN New York Evening Post