The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-06-02

"Thar never was no business GO
in :" said Lilton, with slow empha-
sis, "but what a woman would be
sartin to get her finger into"
Simeon" said his wife, "ain't
you and me been tryin' our level
best to get this ere farm let, so we
can get to Hebron?"
Lilton gloomily nodded.
"Who says we hain't?"
"And I've let it. :"
"So've -
"What time did your feller give
you the months = rent?"
"The clock in the glove factory
was Jest a-strikin' 'leven."
"An' twas 'leven to "a second by
the hall clock here when Miss-Miss
what's her name p signed this
paperW groaned Mrs. Lilton. Sim
con, what be we TO do? They can t
hang nor fine us, nor nothin, can
they, for lettin' the farm TO two peo-
pie ut once 2"
"N-no | don't believe they can do
that" hesitated Simeon. But it's
blamed awkward, that's what il is. "
"Couldn't we write TO him there )
been n mistake ?" wistfully ques-
toned Mrs. Lilton.
"Where be we to write to ?"
"Its just like n man." satirically
observed the old woman, to man
age things after that looseended
fashion !"
81 don't know as you've done much
better" growled Simeon. 'Well.
well, Elviry, don't fret. Let them
folks as has hired the place do the
frettin' now. P'raps they'll find
some way outen the tangle. 1t don t
make no difference to me. Which
ever OF 'em backs out, I'll refund the
money. Their shan't no one say that
Simeon Lilton amt done the square
thing by 'em.
"But day arter to-morrow's the
first o. MayW screamed the old
woman.
"Well what then? / can't set the
almanac back, ken /? There'll be
Jest time to pack our trunks, SO fur :
| see, My man, he hired the pony,
an Old Crumplc-horn, too"
80 did Miss-Miss Ralley, or
Whalley, or whatever it was -
Simeon chucklcd.
ITS kind o. queer, amt it?" said
he.
II only hope" croaEed his wife
that we amt rendered ourselves
amcnable to the law
"Get out !" said Simeon. "Women
don t know nothin' about law"
The first of May was an ideal spring
day, and before the sun had mounted
above the eastern crest Of old Blue
Mountain, the furniture van stood
before the Lilton farmhouse, and two
little girls danced mcrrily around,
picking golden dandclions out Of the
green grass Of the door yard and lis
tening TO the whistle of the bluebirds
while pretty young girl in black
superintcnded the unloading Of chairs
and bird cages, boxes Of books and
carefully strapped trunks.
At the stile that guarded the en-
trance to the woods, the children met
n tall young man carrying II valise
and n package Of umbrellas.
"Why, Kitty ballast" cried he I;
what are you and Flo doing hereP'
"We'vc come to live in the coun-
try" said Kitty, triumphantly. Sis
ter Alice is tired Of living in n flat
whore the people down stairs grum-
bled every time we ran across the
floor. And this is such n lovely
place, with n brook and lot Of apple
trees. But, Mr.. Pindar, how came
you here?"
$50 we are to be ncighbors !" said
Mr.. Philip Pindar, with an aspect of
great satisfaction. Il have rented n
house close by. where | can work at
my occupation in peace and quiet
from old Madam Mesally's piano and
Pierre Halls cornet playing. Why,
hello, she's here !"
He walked into the farmhouse
porch with the little girls trotting ut
his heels.
"Alicc, Alice" they cried, joyful
ly, "here's Mr.. PindarI
The pretty girl in black came to
the door. Mrs. Simeon Lilton flat
tened herself behind the fanlights,
cycling Simeon, who pretended to be
busy mailing up his last chest of old
blue-edged crockery.
so pleased to see you, Mr.. Pin
dart" said Alice, in the pretty, gra-
cious way Of born chatelaine.
Welcome to Glen Farm, our new
homel !"
why" exclaimed Mr.. Philip Pin
dar, "I've rented this house for a
year! Haven't |, Mr.. Lilton?'
There must be some mistake, "
said Alice, suddenly growing grave.
This good woman here"
"Settle il between yourselves, -
said Lilton, hammering noisily away.
II dunno's I've any particular
choice between YOU"
But" gasped Alice, there's al
our worldly goods at the door, And
and we've nowhere else TO go. And