The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1894-11-21

tier. Mrs. Bartlett led the way into
the house, but as Yates passed the
farmer the latter cleared his throat
with an effort, and, throwing his
thumb over his shoulder In the direc-
tion his wife had taken, said, in husky
whisper:
'No call toto mention the revolu-
tion, you know"
Certainly not" answered Yates,
with wink that took in the situation.
"Shall we sample the jug before or
after supper2"
after, If it's all the same to you,"
adding, "out In the barn"
Yates nodded and followed his friend
into the house.
The young men were shown into q
bedroom Of more than ordinary size on
the upper floor. Everything about the
house was of the most dainty and soru-
pulous cleanliness, and an air Of cheer
full comfort peryaded the place. Mrs.
Bartlett was evidently housekeeper
to be proud Of, Two large pitchers Of
cool soft water awaited them, and the
wash, as had been predicted, was most
refreshing.
81 say" cried Yates, Its rather
cheeky to accept a mans hospitality
after knocking him down"
ut would be for most people, but
think you underestimate your cheek,
as you call it."
"Bravo, Silly! You're blossoming
out That's rapartee, that is. With
the accent ON the rap, too. Never you
mind. l think old 1912 and will get
along all right after this. 1t doesn't
seem to bother him any, SO don't see
why 1t should worry me. Nice mother
ly old lady, isn't she?"
"Who? 1922"
mo; Mrs. 1912. I'm sorry compli-
mented you on your repartee. You'll
get conceited. Remember that what
in the newspaper man is clever, in
grave professor is rank flippancy. Let's
go down."
The table was covered with cloth
as white and spot1ess as good linen can
well be. The bread was genuine home
made, term SO often misused in the
cities, It was brown as to crust and
faky and light as to interior. The but
ter, cool from the rock cellar, was Of
lovely golden hue. The sight of the
well-loaded table was most welcome to
the eyes Of hungry travellers There
was, as Yates afterwards remarked,
abundance and plenty of It,"
Come, father" cried Mrs. Bartlett,
as the young men appeared, and they
heard the rocking-chair creak on the
veranda In prompt answer to the sum
mons.
This is my son, gentlemen" said
Mrs Bartlett, indicating a young man
who stood in q non-committal attitude
near the corner of the room. The pro-
fessor recognized him as the person
who had taken charge Of the horses
when his father came home. There
was evidently something of his fathers
demeanor about the young man, who
awkwardly and silently responded to
the recognition Of the strangers,
"And this is my daughter, i" continued
the good woman. Now, what might
your names be?"
my name is Yates, and this Is my
friend, Prof. Renmark, Of Tronto,"
pronouncing the name Of the fair city
In two syllables, as Is, alasl too often
done. The professor bowed, and Yates
cordially extended his hand to the
young woman. ''How do you do, Miss
Bartlett2" he said. II am happy to
meet you"
The girl smiled very prettily, and said
she hoped they had pleasant trip out
from Fort Erie.
"0h, we had" said Yates, looking for
a moment at his host, whose eyes were
fixed on the tablecloth, and who APP
peared to be quite content to let his
wife run the show. "The roads little
rocky in places, but it's very pleas
ant"
Nov you sit down here, and you
here" said Mrs. Bartlett; "and ] do
hope you have brought good appetites
with you"