The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1896-08-29
There we're heavy teams

ticular.
There were heavy teams
passing in the street; two other Bee
hive boys were having a scuffie on the
sidewalk; the Flanagan child had
lust tumbled down two flights of
stairs and was screaming fit to deafen
a body; the Carboni child was also
screaming because the second Des-
pard girl had pinched his fingers in
door; Mrs. Schultze and Mrs. Swartz
were having wordy quarrel from
their respective windows; and the
Nietzke dog was barking at the Smith
cat.
But Dick sat solemn and unmoved.
He was used to this sort of noise and
confusion, and did not give ita pass
ing thought.
When, however, there came sud
den lull in the screaming and quar-
reling, Dick looked up, and then a
faint CLEAN of interest lighted up his
face. for across the narrow street he
saw Mr.. Farnham.
Mr.. Farnham was a young man
who had graduated from college and
had ever so much money, but had ia
ken the queer notion to come and live
in the neighborhood of the Beehive.
He was always contriving ways to
make the boys happy, and Dick
T adored him.
He was walking fast, but his bright
eyes were glancing all about as he
walked, and when he saw Dick he
smiled and turning sharply came
over to speak to him.
you're the very boy | wanted to
see," he said as he sat down on the
dirty step beside him, though, oddly
enough, didn't know it till | laid
eyes on you. How would you like to
go to the country, Dick?
Dick frightened. He had wanted
to go to the country ever since he
could remember. Most of the other
Beehive children had been, at one
time or another, but he had always
been too young or too old, or too sick
or too healthy, or had to work, or he
was one too many, or his mother
wasn't willing, or something.
"Pd like it," he said.
"Well," said Mr. Farnham, "this is
how it is: Away out in the country
there are Mr.. ard Mrs. Willis,
young people, who have not been long
married. And they are so happy,
and have such pleasant home, they
want to share with somebody who
isn't happy and doesn't have pleas
ant home. They told their minister
about it; and their minister wrote to
friend of mine, and my friend told
me, and l have told you. So if you
will go, why, that completes the cir
cult"
!, "I'll CO." said Dick.
Y "Then that is settled" said the
young man, in tone of satisfaction.
"I'll look up the trains and write to
Mr.. Willis when you'll get there, and
Monday morning early I'll go with
you to the station and see you aboard
the cars. They want you to stay
month, and l hope in that time you
will get little color into those thin
cheeks of yours, and have rousing
good time BESIDES" he added, heart
lily, as he rose to go.
This was how Dick happened to be
getting off the cars at Westchester, a
long way from New York, in the
afternoon of the next Monday.
A pleasant-looking man was sitting
in buggy close beside the platform.
His horse was backing and plunging
at a great rate, but the man did not
seem at all excited by that.
"Hullol This is Dick. isn't it," he
called out, cheerily. "Glad to see
you. Watch your chance, and jump
right in here.
Dick watched his chance and
jumped into the buggy, and the horse
started off at brisk gait.
"Bucephalus hasn't but one fault"
said Mr.. Willis, smiling down at
Dick; "he persists in being afraid of
, the cars"
Then he asked Dick about his jour
ney, and chatted so pleasantly that
the two miles they had to go seemed