Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1894-06-23
mo wuss'n yourself" retorted his

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, SO we
can get to Hebron"
Lilton gloomilv nodded.
"Who says we hain't9"
"And I've let it,"
"So've IT,
what time did your Teller give
you the months rent?"
1.-The clock in the glove factory
was Jest a-strikin' 'leven."
AN twas 'leven to second by
the hall clock here when Miss-NIiss
what's her name - signed this
paper.' 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 at once?"
"N-no 4 don't believe they can do
that" hesitated Simeon. But it's
blamed awkward, that's what 1t is"
Couldn't we write to him there's
been a mistake ?" wistfully ques.
toned Mrs. Lilton.
Where be we to write to? ?"
cts Just like n man," satirically
observed the old woman, Ito man
age things after that looseended
fashion,"
II don't know rs you've done much
BETTER vrowled Simeon. "Well,
we'll, 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 AFTER to-morrow's 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, 50 fur
I see. My man, he hired the pony,
an Old Crumple-horn, too"
80 did Miss-Miss Ralley, or
Whalley, or whatever 1t WASH
Simeon chuckled.
ITS kind O. queer, amt it," said
he.
II only hope" croaked his wife,
"tlmt we amt rendered ourselves
amenable 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 dandelions out Of the
green grass Of the door yard and lis.
tening to the whistle Of the bluebirds,
while a pretty young girl In black
superintendent 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
tall young man carrying valist
and a package Of umbrellas.
'Why, Kitty ballast" cried he
"what are you and Flo doing here?'
We've come to live In the coun.
try" said Kitty, triumphantly. isis
ter Alice IL tired OF living in q fiat
where the people down stairs grum.
bled every time we ran across the
floor. And this Is such u lovely
place, with o brook and q lot OF apple
trees. But, Mr.. Pindar, how came
you here?"
$50 We are to DO neighbours" said
Mr.. Philip Pindar, with an aspect o.
great satisfaction. ~ have rented q
house close by, where I can work ri
my occupation In peace and quiet
from old Madam Mesally's piano and
Pierre Halls cornct playing. Why,
hello, she's here!"
He walked into the farmhouse
porch with tho little girls trotting n
his heels.
"Alice, Alice" they cried, joyful
ly, "here's Mr.. Pindar"
The pretty girl in black came tc
the door. Mrs. Simeon Lilton fiat.
tened herself behind the fanlights
cycling Simeon, who pretended to bt
busy mailing up his last chest OF ole
blue-edged crockery.
80 pleased to see you, Mr.. Pin
dar!" said Alice, In the pretty, gra
cious way OF born chatelaine
welcome to Glen Farm, our new
home!"
why" exclaimed Mr. Philip Pin
dar, "l've rented this house for {
year! Haven't I, Mr.. Lilton?'
There must be some mistake, y
said Alice, suddenly growing grave
"This good woman here"
"Settle it between yourselves, ,
said Lilton, hammering noisily away
} II dunno's I've any particula
choice between you."
But" gasped Alice, "there's al
our worldly goods Mt the door! AM
J and we've nowhere else to 60. Ant
I did hire the house, last week, ant
I've paid down a months rent in I'D
vance,"
Precisely what I did," said Mr.
Pindar.
Little Flo crowded into the from
} rank here, with her dimpled face al
, interest.
, But" stammered she, "it's bl
house-that is, there's lot of dear
cupboardy little rooms in 1t. An
, there's only three OF us and one @
: Mr.. Pindar. Why couldn't We a.
live tooetherpv