Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1904-06-29
Come closer to land and tell me every

Come closer to land and tell me every
thing!"
This was too much! Dickory die not
like the tone of the man on shore,
who had no right to command him
in that fashion.
II have no time to stop now" said
he; II am carrying message to
Madam Bonnet
| And so he padded away, somewhat
nearer the middle of the river.
Martin Newcombe was wild; he ran
and he bounded on his way to the
Bonnet house; he called and he
shouted to Dickory, but apparently
! that young person was too far away
to hear him. When the canoe touched
the shore, almost at the spot where
the fair Kate had been fishing with a
hook lying in the sun, Newcombe was
already there.
Tell me-" he cried, tell me about
Miss Kate Bonnet! What has befallen
her? If she did not go with her IA
Their, where is she now?''
Il have come" said Dickory, sturdi-
ly, as he fastened his boat with the
borrowed rope, with a message for
Madam Bonnet, and l cannot talk
with anybody until I have deliy-
cred it,"
Madam Bonnet saw the two persons
hurrying towards her house, and she
came out in fine fury to meet them.
Have you heard from my runaway
husband" she cried, land from his
daughter? I am ashamed to hear news
Of them, but suppose I am in duty
bound to listen"
Dickory did not hesitate now to tell
what he knew, or at least part of it.
"Your daughter" said he.
''She is not my daughter" cried the
lady; thank Heaven l am spared that
disgrace. And from what hiding-place
does she and her sire send me a mes
sage?"
Dickory's face flushed
Il bring no message from hiding
place." he said, nor any from your
husband. He went to sea in his ship,
but Mistress Kate Bonnet left the YES
sci before it sailed and, her clothes
having been injured by water, she sent
me for what a young lady in her sta
ton might need, supposing rightly that
you would know what that might be-"
Indeed do" cried Madam Bonnet.
What she needs are the clouts of a
f1sh-girl and a stick to her back be-
Sides"
Madam" cried Newcombe, but she
needed him not; she was growing more
angry.
"A fine creature she u.s." exclaimed
the lady, Ito run away from my house
in this fashion, ard treat me with such
contumely, and then to order me to
send her her fine clothes to deck her.
self for the eyes of strangers!
Madam" cried Newcombe, II can
not listen to such speech, such"
Then stop your ears with your
thumbs" she exclaimed, land you will
not hear it."
Then turning to Dickory: "Now, go
you, and tell the young woman who
sent you here she must come in sack
cloth and ashes, if she can get them,
and she must tell me her tale and her
fathers tale, without a lie mixed up
in them; and when she has done this,
and has humbly asked my pardon for
the foul affront she has put upon me,
then it will be time enough to talk Of
fine clothes and fripperies.''
Newcombe now expostulated with
much temper, but Dickory gave him
little chance to speak.
he said. 'Do you truly mean that you
deny the young lady the apparel she
needs and that 1 am to tell her that?"
"Get away from here!" cried Madam
Bonnet, with her face in blaze. Il
send her no message at all; and if
she comes here on her knees, l shall
spurn her, if it suit me-"
If Dickory had waited a little he
might have heard more, but he did not
wait; he quickly turned, and away he
went in his boat And away went
Martin Newcombe after him. But as
the younger man was barefooted, the
other one could not keep up with him,
and the canoe was pushed off before
he reached the waters edge.
"Stop, you young rascal!' cried New
combe. where is Kate Bonnet? Stop
and tell me where she isl"
Troubled as he was at the tale he
was going to tell, Dickory laughed
aloud, and he padded down the river
as few in that region had ever pad
died before.