The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-05-26

"Thar never was no business GO
IN, said Lilton, with slow empha-
sis, "but what 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, 80 we
can get to Hebron?"
Lilton gloomily nodded.
"Who says we hain't?"
"And I've let it. I"
"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 second by
the hall clock here when Miss-Miss
what's her name p signed this
paper !" groancd 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 at once "
"N-no | don't believe they can do
that" hesitated Simeon. "But it's
blamed awkward, that's what it is"
"Couldn't we write TO him there's
been n mistake ?" wistfully ques-
toned Mrs. Lilton.
Where be we to write to ?"
Its just like man" " satirically
observed the old woman, "to man
age things after that looseended
fashion -
II don't know as you've done much
better" growled Simeon. We'll,
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 tomorrow the
first o. May!" 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 s
| see, My man, he hired the pony,
an Old Crumple-horn, too.
$50 did Miss-Miss Ralley, or
Whalley, or whatever it was -
Simeon chuckled.
Its kind o queer, amt it2" said
he.
II only hope" croaked his wife,
that we amt rendered ourselves
amenable to the law"
"Get out - said Simeon. women
don { 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 merrily around,
picking golden dandelions out Of the
green grass Of the door yard and lis
tening to the whistle OF the bluebirds,
while II pretty young girl in black
superintendcd 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
a tall young man carrying n valise
and package OF umbrellas.
"Why, Kitty Dallas" cried he;
what are you and Flo doing hereH'
"We've come to live in the coun-
try" said Kitty, triumphantly. isis
ter Alice is tired OF living in n fiat
where the people down stairs grum-
bled every time we ran across the
floor. And this Is such lovely
place, with brook and lot OF apple
trees. But, Mr.. Pindar, how came
you here?"
80 we are to be neighbors !" said
Mr. Philip Pindar, with an aspect OF
great satisfaction. II have rented n
house close by, where l can work at
my occupation in peace and quiet
from old Madam Mcsally's piano and
Pierre Halls cornet playing. Why,
hello, she's here -
lie walked into the farmhouse
porch with the little girls trotting at
his heels.
"Alice, Alice" they cried, joyful
ly, there's Mr.. PindarW
The pretty girl in black came to
the door. Mrs. Simeon Lilton Hat
tened herself behind the fanlights,
cycling Simeon, who pretended to be
busy mailing up his last chest of old
blue-edged crockery.
80 pleased to see you, Mr.. Pin
dar" said Alice, in the pretty, gra-
cious way of born chatelnine.
Welcome to Glen Farm, our new
homeV
Why" exclaimed Mr.. Philip Pin
dar, Eve rented this house for u
year, Haven't |, Mr.. Lilton?"
There must be some mistake, T"
said Alice, suddenly growing grave.
This good woman here"
Settle it between yourselves, !"
said Lilton, hammering noisily away.
81 dunno's I've any particular
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