The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1894-08-04

woods at the back OF the farm. Il
have been out there this morning, and
It certainly isa lovely spot. 2
We're awfully obliged, Mr.. Bart
lett, . said Yates. ''Of course Remark
went out there merely to show the
difference between the ant and the
butterfly. You'll find out what a
humbug he is by and by, Mrs. Bart
lett. He looks honest; but you wait 8
! 81 know just the spot for the tent!'
cried young Hiram down in the hol-
low. by the creek. Then you won't
need to haul water
eyes, and catch their deaths of fever
and ague," said Mrs. Bartlett. Malaria
had not then been invented. Take
my advice, and put your tent-if you
will put it up at all the highest
ground you can find. Hauling water
won't hurt you"
81 agree with you, Mrs. Bartlett. 1t
shall be so. My friend uses no water
you ought to have seen his bill at the
Buffalo hotel. I have it somewhere,
and am going to pin it up on the out
side of the tent as warning to the
youth of this northumberland what
water need can easily carry up
from the creek"
The professor did not defend HIM
self and Mrs. Bartlett evidently took a
large discount from all that Yates
said. She was shrewd woman.
After breakfast the men went out to
the barn. The horses were hitched to
the wagon, which still contained the
tent and fittings. Young Hiram threw
an AK and spade among the canvas
folds, mounted to his place, and drove
up the lane leading to the forest, fol-
lowed by Yates and Remark on foot,
leaving the farmer in his barnyard
with CHEEKY good-by which he did
not see fit to return.
Young Hiram knew the locality we'll,
and drove direct to an ideal place for
camping. Yates was enchanted.
When the tent was put up he gazed
in enthusiastic rapture around him
and upbraided Remark because he
took the sylvan situation so coo1ly.
"Where are your eyes, Renny?" he
cried, ''that you don't grow wild when
you look around you? See the dappled
sunlight filtering through the leavess
listen to the murmur of the wind In
the branches; hear the trickle Of the
brook down there; notice the smooth
bark of the beech and the rugged COW
ering of the oak; smell the wholesome
woodland scents. Remark, you have
no soul, or you could not be SO un'
moved. It is like paradise. 1t is Say,
Kenny, by Jove, I've forgotten that jug
at the barn."
'The jug will be left there
evil it? Oh, well, if you say So"
ST do say so. I looked around for 1t
this morning to smash it, but couldn't
find it,"
."Why didn't you ask old Bartlett?'
II did, but he didn't know where 1t
was.'
Yates threw himself down on the
moss and laughed, finging his arms
and legs about with the Joy of living.
"say, Culture, have you got any old
disreputable clothes with you? Well,
then, go into the tent and put them on,
then come out and lie on your back
and look up at the leaves. You're a
good fellow, Kenny, but decent clothes
spoil you. You won't know yourself
when you get ancient buds on your
back. Old clothes mean freedom, lib
erty, all that our ancestors fought for.
When you come out we'll settle whose
to cook and who to wash dishes. I've
settled it already in my own mind, but
1 am not so selfish as to refuse to dis
cuss the matter with you"
When the professor came out of the
tent Yates roared. Remark himself
smiled: he knew the effect would ap-
peal to Yates.
"By Jove, old man, ought to have
included a mirror in the outfit. The
look of learned responsibility set off
with the garments of a disreputable
tramp makes combination that is
simply killing. Well, you can't spoil
that suit, anyhow. Now sprawl"
''I'm very comfortable standing up,
thank YOU"
"Get down on your back. You hear
me?''
'sPut me there"
s'You mean it?" asked Yates, sitting
up.
Certainly"
''say, Kenny. beware; don't want to
hurt you.'
| "I'll forgive you for once"
ION your head be it,
''On my back, you mean"
! ''That's not bad, Kenny" cried Yates,
springing to his feet. 'Now it will
hurt; you have fair warning. l have
spoken"
The young men took sparring atti-
tudes. Yates tried to do it gently at
first, but, finding he could not touch
his opponent, struck out more earnest
~, again giving friendly warning.
This went oh Intellectually for some
time, when the professor, with a quick
movement, swung around his foot
with the airy grace Of a dancingg-mas-
ter, and caught Yates just behind the
knee, at the same time giving him a
slight tap on the breast. Yates was in
stantly on his back.
"Oh, say, Kenny, that wasn't fair.
That was kick"
"No, it wasn't, It is merely little
| French touch. 7 learned it in Paris.