New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-04-04


head In his life You sha'n't pay cent MY
sakes! When's that man comm homer
He didn't say don't care 80 mucn TOT the
money though 1 haven't much, as 40 iof
the principle of the thing" said Amaoei plaihuNe
ly. IT should like to know II you tninK l was "
b,smo can't go on along down the Cape
spreading disaster you know. cant DC re-
sponsible / can give up going, II necessary ou'
IL go / must ride just as please. you see
Mrs Doane it's principle. Ana I'm mehoei
Of the Society for the Suppression OF Cruelty 10
Animals And. Mrs. Doane, wanted TO tell you
at the time, but hadn't the moral courage. that
you ought not to carry fowl with It's mead hang-
ing down. 1t isn't natural; It's unkind IL must
confuse the fowl extremely"
Mrs. Doane gave short laugh.
IT guess" she said. Il won't spend my time
thinkn' of them roosters jest now. There's Enoch
Doane to be considered. Besides. the ROSTERS
are used to It. They don't know 'noush to sense
whether their heads are up or down. It's all one
to them. M Enoch Doane's good deal like
'um I've got few words I'd like to speak TO
him. Dyou say he was on his way?"
II think he Is"
AmabePs face wore an expression Of perplexity
and distress.
"Mebby." said the wife sarcastically hes a.
stayin' to see the cart burn
Somehow, feel to blame, exclaimed Ahaoei'
IT shall be happier If pay for the hay"
She began to try to find a pocket in her skirt;
then she remembered that this was not the old
skirt that she was wearing, but divided one
into which no pocket had been sewed. She COL
ored deeply. her eyes fell; she sank down quickly
in the nearest chair. crossed her feet and sat
gazing at them.
In the silence that followed heard the
comfortable little sounds made by the hens as
they walked about In front of the open door
A mother Plymouth Rock paused at the step
and clucked franticaly her brood or speckled
things came rushing up full Of eager inquiry
Before any one spoke and while Amabel was
satisfying herself that her purse was not IN one
OF jacket pockets, there came another sound
that made Mrs. Doaoe rise to her feet with Sig
! nifcant promptness
1t was the sound Of wheels moving slowly
| over the sandy road.
We all rose in the next moment, with faces
! turned toward the door. We heard the 1ath
gate swing open. then the immature voice Of
| Albert saying something indlstinguishabie;
then the wheels came nearer They went on to
the barn, which stood little back Of the house.
Mrs Doane walked out of the room; she took
hasty. long steps We all felt an exciting sense
! of something. l have temptation to state that
the air was lurid Mr.. Riddle glanced at me
| and murmured:
Red and green fire at the wlngs-high light
following the figure of Enoch Doane's wife,
Then the young man rose.
Il ought to protect Doane," he said. please
come with me-
| We followed him, keeping few PAGES behind.
In the barnyard we found that the fantailed
pigeons. being tame. had come in a body to en-
anime the charred condition Of the farm wagon.
Albert's wheel was lying in the bottom OF
the cart; he and Mr. Doare were still standing
in the cart when we all emerged upon the scene.
Wall Eunice, here I be-" said Mr.. Doane,
with an attempt at jovialty that was nothing
less than heartrending to who might be
called disintercsted spectators.
Met with little accident. s you might say;
but guess the carts good for consid'a able more
yet
He put one blackened hand the horses
haunch and carefully descended to the ground
Albert jumped out over the side, and ran to be-
| gin to unharness saw him make up his mouth
| to whistle when he had recognized Mr.. Riddle.
| Mrs Doane came boldly into the foreground.
felt that could greatly like this woman who
| had been born Calkins. but at this moment
| was sorry for Enoch Doane. He was unbuckling
the reins; he pulled one strap through the ring
at the bits.
II guess the carts good for consid able more
yet" he repeated: and he tried to laugh ingra-
tiatingly. He added: I'VE saved the cart We
had to work desp'rit hard. but saved 1t.
That's thing to be thankful for
What d'you the cart from?" Mrs.
Doane put this question. She went to say
that it was "dretfu hard to have patience with
some kinds of fools"
Saved it from fire. replied Mr.. Doane quay
erirsly, an we had to work desp'rit hard to
do it."
He led the horse forward. and the shafts
dropped with clatter to the ground. The doves
fluttered upward, but came back directly
Mr. Riddle suddenly stepped to the front. He
put his arm about Mrs. Doane.
Come. now. Aunt Eunice, let's let the poor
man go this time OF course, he's an idiot; you
see, poor manbody has to work awfully hard
not to be idiot"
Mrs. Doanes face softened very little.
Il wasn't going to say much Of anything" she
replied. but guess you don't know about your
Uncle Enoch But what's the USE with a
large gesture of her right hand. Longs mar
ried him. I ought to put up with him."
| Here the speaker turned toward us and smiled
as she said:
That's Jest the amount Of marriage-'tain't
nothin but putin up with things you can't
help"
| Mr.. Doane disappeared within the barn and
| Albert followed him.
Il wish you folks would stay n have some
luncheon" went on Mrs. Doane. "Enoch-he's
got some cider he bottled last fall will say for
him that he does know how to bottle cider rs
prime Tom. you go down cellar m 81. three or
four bottles n put UNI in the ice chest"
| Mr.. Riddle disappeared. We returned to the
house. Amabel. who has peculiar way Of max
ing herself at home when she chooses, was soon
kndng fire In the kitchen stove; then she beat
eggs for the omelct which she offered to make
ON omeet with fine herbs, and Mr.. Riddle
brought the herbs from the attic and waited upon
Amabe with assiduity. Mr.. Doane finally came
] In haQan Ia himself with YellaW