The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1900-05-10
CHAPTER V,

sauntered towards the gate.
CHAPTER v.
They were all at breakfast when
Yates next morning entered the apart
ment which was at once dining-room
and parlor.
Waiting for you,' said young Hiram.
humorously, that being one of set OF
| jokes which suited various occasions.
! Yates took. his place near Miss Kitty,
| spring flower.
II hope haven't kept you waiting
long," he said.
mo fear" cried Mrs. Bartlett. "If
breakfasts minute later than seven
o'clock we soon hear Of it from the
men-folks. They get precious hungry
by that time.''
by that time?" echoed Yates. "Then
do they get up before seven?''
LAWS! what farmer YOU would
make, Mr.. Yates!'' exclaimed Mrs. Bart
lett, laughing. ''Why, everything's
done about the house and barn, horses
fed, cows milled-everything There
never was a better motto made than
the one you learnt when you were a
boy and like as not have forgotten all
about:
EARLY to bed and early to rise
Makes man healthy, wealthy and wise'
I'm sorry you don't believe in it. Mr..
| Yates"
'Oh, that's all right" said Yates, with
| some holiness, ''but I'd like to see a
man get out morning paper on such
basis. I'm healthy enough. quite as
wealthy as the professor here, and
every one will admit that I'm wiser
than he is, yet I never go to bed until
after two o'clock, and rarely wake be-
| fore noon.''
Kitty laughed at this, and young
Hiram looked admiringly at the New
| Yorker. wishing he was as clever.
'For the lands saker' cried Mrs
Bartlett, with true feminine profani-
ty. 'What do you do up so 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 may 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. I
have been out there this morning, and
it certainly is lovely spot''
"We're awfully obliged, Mr.. Bart
lett," said Yates. ''Of course Remark
went out there merely to show the
difference between the ant and the
butterfly. You'll find out what a
humbug he is by and by, Mrs. Bart
lett. He looks honest: but you wait"
II 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 ague," said Mrs. Bartlett. Malaria
had not then been invented. Take
my advice. and put Your tent-if you
will put it up at rall-on the highest
ground you can find. Hauling water
won't hurt you.'' -.<5
II agree with you, Mrs. Bartlett. It
shall be SO. My friend uses no water
you ought to have seen his bill at the
Buffalo hotel. have it somewhere,
and am going to pin it up on the out
side OF the tent as warning to the
youth of this MISUNDERSTANDING what
water l need can easily carry up
from the creek"
The professor did not defend him.
self and Mrs. Bartlett evidently took
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 fittings. Young Hiram threw
an ax and 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 barnyard
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 eazed
in enthusiastic rapture around him
and upbraided Remark because he
took the sylvan situation SO coolly.
Where are your eyes, Renny?'' he
cried, "that you don't grow wild when