Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-08-02

woman and get few points from her.
He decided that he would, and upstairs
he went. He looked in at the parlor
door and saw the young woman sitting
on the sofa with book in her hand.
"Ahem, excuse me; but may come
in moment?"
Eyes" the woman answered, putting
aside the book. The old man entered,
took chair, moved it about and finally
settled down near her.
PUTTY hot" he ventured to remark.
Eyes, rather"
"Hotter than it was yistidy, 1 be-
lieve," he observed.
Eyes, or day before yesterday, either"
she replied.
Il CAD, reckon you are right"
She slowly turned her head and look
ing straight at him said:
you were exhorting in the church
Just a short while ago, believer"
you are right. l always take an
nctive part in our revivals. But we
hain't done much this time and tho
mectin' closed to-day"
Il thought you were the man, and I
am therefore little surprised to hear
YOU say 4 CAD after hearing you SO
fervcntly urge people to turn from
frivolous ways"
Old Aimes pulled and famed himself
with his straw hat. The woman took
up her book and looked at it. "Miss, 1
knock under. You are right. But I
don't mean no harm by usin' such
words, and l want to say they are the
strongest ever use. Bleeged to you
for calm my attention to 'em. But l
have come to see you to ask
you few questions, and 1 hope
you won't think them out of place,
or anything of that sort, for you see
country people pride themselves on
bein' more respectable than most any
other folks are, and the truth is they
have to be mighty particular and all
that sort of thing, which l hope you
| will understand without any trouble,
and the questions I want to ask you
are simply these here; How did you
happen to come here and"
"How did you happen to come here?"
the woman broke in, raising her eyes
| from the book and mildly fixing them
upon the old man. And she appeared
to be making a study of him, his squint
eyes, his purple checks, bushy eye
brows, fat nose; and she noticed that
the bosom Of his cotton shirt was un-
buttoned at the top, revealing the
grayish hairs on bis chest. "But be-
fore you answer" she added, still look:
ing at him, taking, it seemed, an enjoy
able measurement of his discontinue,
'let me ask you if you would mind but
toning your shirt"
Il CAD, miss" the old man pulled,
you are somethin' of a Tartar, /
reckon. I've lived here all my life and
have been mayor here for ten year and
have wore my shirt this way every
spell of hot weather, and you are tho
first one to tell me to button it; but
dinged-excuse the expression, for it's
the strongest use-I say dingcd if
don't do it. Now, miss, the shirts but
toned, SO go ahead with your rat kill.
In, as the Teller said"
II have no rat killing to 60 on with.
I merely asked you how you happened
to come here"
Eyes, but blast my hide-exeuse me
for that expression, if you please, for it
is about the strongest use-you've got
no right to ask me that question"
"Well, then, you have no right to ask
me how happened to come here"
Miss, tell youthat I'm the mayor Of
this here town, but we'll let that pass.
Would you mind tellin' me your name?'
MY fathers name was Lopp and in
remembrance of "a great-aunt l was
called Polly"
"Ah, hah, reckon it was all right to
ricollect the old lady and all that sort
of thing, but from what / can gather
from the papers Lopp is a sort Of an.
archist name, amt it?"
II have never known an anarchist Of
that NAME" the young woman answer
ed, smiling. Il
"They may be, miss, but I don't like
the name any too. well, but Well let