The Delta independent., 1896-04-29

Bartlett, with true feminine profani-
ty. ''Whst do you do up 70 late as
that?"
writing, writing" said Yates,
airily-''articles that make dynasties
tremble next morning, and which call
forth apologies or libel suits after
wards, as the case mny be-"
"Mr. Bartlett has been good enough" !"
said the professor, changing the sub
ject, ito say we may camp in the
woods at the back Of the farm.
have been out there this morning, and
it certainly is a lovely spot"
"We'rc awfully obliged, Mr.. Eart-
lett" said Yates ''Of course Rcnmark
went out there merely to show the
difference between the ant and the
butterfly. You'll find out what q
humbug he is by and by, Mrs. Bart
lett. He looks honest; but you wait. ~
Il know just the spot for the tent!'
cried young Hiram-'down in the hol-
low by the creek. Then you won't
need to haul water"
"Yes, and catch their deaths of fever
and aguc," said Mrs. Bartlett. Malaria
had not then been invented. take
will put it up at all-on the highest
ground you can find. Hauling water
won't hurt you"
81 agree with you, Mrs. Bartlett. II
shall be so. My friend uses NO water
you ought to have seen his bill 1t the
Buffalo hotel. l have IL somewhere,
and am going to pin it up on the out
side of the tent as q warning to the
- r.: II
water 1 need I can easily carry up
from the creek"
The professor did not defend him
self and Mrs. Bartlett evidently took a
large discount from all that Yates
said. She was = shrewd woman.
After breakfast the men went out to
the barn. The horses were hitched to
the wagon, which still contained the
tent and fittinga Young Hiram threw
an Ak and q spade among the canvas
folds, mounted to his place. and drove
up the lane leading to the forest, fol-
lowed by Yates and Remark on foot.
leaving the farmer in his bernyarl
with CHEEKY good-by which he did
not see At to return.
Young Hiram knew the locality well,
and drove direct to an ideal place for
camping. Yates was enchanted.
When the tent was put up he gazed
in enthusiastic rapture around him
and upbraided Remark because he
took the sylvan situation SO coolly.
where are your eyes, RennyT' he
cried, that you don't grow wild when
You look around you? See the dapplcd
sunlight Altering through the leaves;
listen to the murmur Of the wind in
the branches; hear the trickle Of the
brook down there; notice the smooth
bark of the beech and the rugged COW
ering of the oak; smell the wholesome
woodland scents. Remark, you have
no soul, or you could not be 80 un-
moved. It is like paradise. It is Say,
Kenny, by Jovc, I've forgotten that jug
at the barn"
The jug will be left there"
"Win it? Oh, we'll, II you say So"
II do say so. I looked around for Il
this morning to smash il, but couldn't
find it."
"why didn't you ask old Bartlett7'
II did, but he didn't know where II
was"
Yates threw himself down on the
moss and laughed, hinging his arms
and legs about with the joy Of living.
"Say, Culture, have you got any old
disrcputablc clothes with you? Well,
then, go into the tent and put them on,
then come out and lie ON your back
and look up At the leaves. You're .
good fellow, Kenny, bat decent clothes
spoil you. You won't know yourself
when you get ancient duds on your
back. Old clothes mean freedom, lib
crty, all that our ancestors fought for.
When You come out we'll settle whose
to cook and who to wash dishes. I've
settled It already in my own mind, but
] am not no selfish as to refuse to dis
cuss the matter with you"
When the professor came out Of the
tent Yates roered. Renmark himself
smiled; he knew the effect would ap.
peal TO Yates.
"By Jove, old man, ought TO have
included . mirror In the outfit The
look Of learned respcctability set of
with the garments of disreputable
tramp makes . combination that IL
simply killing. Well, you can't spoil
that suit, anyhow. Now sprawl"
I'm very comfortable standing mn.
thank you"
Get down ON your back. You hear
me?'
"Put me there
"You mean it7'' asked Yates, sitting
up.
Certainly"
"say, Kenny, beware; doa't want 70
hurt you" 10
IN forgive you for once"
'-On your head be it,
"On my back, you mean
ssTh.H.s bad Rouu~v <~s>I
spriDging to his. feet. Now It will