The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-02-14

onSA W VHo NiIldSe, pushing his USE
less bicycle in front of him along
the way that he had come. 1 saw
that he was passed by another man,
who was driving in one of the regu-
lar buggy-hacks that take visitors
out to the country places round Gal
tersville. The buggy stopped right
| in front of our door.
'Is that another of those report
ers, Charlie?" 1 called to the man.
He was a driver for our one livery
stable. We had been to the village
school together in our childhood.
81 dono'm," said Charlie. "He said
he wanted nice place to board, and
l thought I'd bring him out to your
house"
81 never saw anything like the
number of people wanting board just
now," said 1. 81 might make money
if 1 owned hotel. No, haven't any
place for you," for 1 saw that his
| pockets, too, were fairly bullying out
with papers and pads and pencils.
By this time the man was close to
the steps.
what paper are you from?"
said I.
"How did you know? Oh, my ma
terials, I suppose. Well, then, the
| Star Union"
81 wouldn't take man from the
Star Union for his weight in gold"
said 1.
whats the matter with the Star
Union?" he asked. "Been saying
anything about you, or anyone con
meet"
No." said I. 81 never get into the
papers. There is no reason why I
should, but don't want to take
newspaper reporters. 1 have an in
valid aunt
81 should like to interview her
-" He took pad from his
pocket.
"We have a ghost in the house,
and
"Tll write it up" He drew a
pencil from another pocket.
81 have strange young woman, a
trained nurse, in my lower front,
| and-''
''She might give me an article on
the system of training nurses"
And news-but no. | won't
take YOU"
What We're you going to say about
newspaper MANI"
II was going to say that news
paper never knows enough to mind
it's own business, and 1, for one, will
have nothing to do with them"
'Then I'll go on TO the Hail." said
the stranger, turning towards the
buggy.
Charley Blount," I called, "if you
let that man go to the Hall, you and
1 are friends no longer. You know
what the ladies wish Do it, and
don't let strangers come meddling in
Gainesville"
Charlie Blount looked uncertainty
at me. Then he turned to the
stranger.
81 don't know as I can take you,"
said he. EFF the ladies don't want it,
huff said"
'"rhen I'll walk"
"Not eff Bill knows it," said Badly
Towner. ''Here. Bill"
"Well, I'm blessed! Deprive man
of his liberty on the high-road in this
free country? I'll see what the law
says to that" and the stranger got
slowly into the carriage to drive
back to the village with Charlie
| Blount.
He had not more than taken his
seat in the buggy before Miss Dacres
dashed down the hill from the di-
rection of the Hall, rode up to the
side of the fence, jumped lightly off
in that way that experts have, and
leaned her wheel against the elm
tree. She stood looking inquiringly
at the two men.
"What do they want?" she said
''One's newspaper man, 1 re-
piled. "He wants to interview the
ladies up at the Hall, but as far
as l can, shall prevent it,
perhaps I'll let you interview me
some day." said Miss Dacres, smiling
at the stranger.
you're not what I'm after" said
the man as they drove off.
"Well,' said Miss Dacres, "I'm glad
I'm not what he's after" and came
in at the gate.
please do not walk on the grass"
I called. "Just since you have been
here it's getting dreadfully worm"
cam 1 the only one?" asked Miss
Dacres.
eyes," said I, "you are, or no
and then l recalled the fact that Mr..
Beldon always walked on the grass
also. 81 must speak to him about
it," said l.
'To whom?" asked Miss Dacres.
'Have you a room for rent?"
The question was getting monoton-
Gus. l turned quickly at these words.
This latest applicant for a room at
my house seemed to have risen out
of the ground. He began to cough
as soon as he had spoken, and
coughed violently for a minute or
SO. He was a weak old man, a
clergyman, apparently. When he
had finished his paroNysm he came
nearer. Il have had bad attack
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