The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-06-29
CHAPTER x.-tcontinued.,

to the infinitely smaller questions of this
life! this man who had first given her
30 lofty a perception of the character and
person Of his principal, by revealing
surprising breadth and depth in himself!
1t could not be that he could stink
away from all of them for the base pur-
pose Of perfecting q villainous scheme to
rob the people among whom he had lived
continuously for nearly half year; and
whose kindly acts of confident. trustful
hospitality had fallen about him like the
dews of heaven, as he had said.
1t had been said that she had become
his only defender. But she could do no
less than believe that the assistant and
confidants of Prof. Huntley could be
nothing less than a sincere and honorable
man q all his dealings.
But why! why! could he not come to
her and tell her all? He had shown, and
had spoken in hundreds of ways an adj
miration and fondness for her that had
given Sandtown the undoubted right to
say that he was ''head-over-heels in love
with her."
She had been jestingly cruel to him in
that respect, it is true! But he knew that
was because of her love for the man who
was his master and employer. How could
the slave and the hireling expect more
of her?
But at last it was daylight, and Mrs.
Redden was calling them to breakfast.
"Coonrod ct hisn a good spell ago"
Mrs. Redden said in explanation of the
absence Of the head of the house from
the head &C the table. "H-yur, Hiss
Weekly. you set right down in this chur
clcste to the stove. Hits kline uh damp
I'M chilly this mornun. Lizzy, you set
down thar. You're young un hearty, un
Kin stan the damp better'n your nanny.
How did you sleep? I was certain at
you wouldn't have enough kiyvers on
yur bed las night Hits been so sweltry
fur the last three-four weeks. You take
cream I'm sugar both, don't yuh? l do.
don't wawn't no coffy less hits gut
good fraish cream un sugar, both. Hep
yursef to the fry, Lizzy. un pass it to
yur nanny. That sait-risun bread haint
as fraish uz hit ort to be! When did you
fust nodus anytheng outen the way with
John Miss Weekly?'
''Never till yesterday morning, after
we had heard the news OF the bank
breaking" said Mrs. Wickly, who was
neighbor, trying very hard to show her
appreciation of the friendly ofiices Of the
kind-hearted old Hoosier woman, by nib
bling a very little at almost every bit of
delicacy that was heaped in almost un-
limited variety and profusion upon her
plate.
"Well, well, do say! Why, SEE to
Coonrod two weeks ago, Miss Weekly,
'They's some-h'n the matter with Squar
Weekly. He's q do-un work at he'd
ortn't to do SKI. Il nuvver see q man
o do-un NV weemun's work, but some-h'n
wrong Why, I'd git down I'm crawl
on my hans un knees, Miss Weekly,
fore I'd uvver thenk a lettun Coonrod
go out un milk one uh ar cows. He
haint nuvver done no weemun's work
senst him un me went togyuther, so he
haint. Why, when Lum thar was a
baby"
Now, mother" said Columbus Red
den, warningly, please don't say any
thing about that interesting period of
my existence, On this occasion, will you
/ don't care for those "reminiscences my
self, having heard them twice a week
for, say fifteen years"
CHAPTER XII.
Columbus glanced little confusedly
at Lizzy wickly. His mother paused in
the very act of cutting her fried ham,
and sat ominously stiff with both arms
extended and the knife and fork held
ready to resume operations so soon as
she could get sufficient command of her
self to turn her head away from the di
--o<sou &C Co1,,,,b,,o po11aoto oh - 20
ward her own plate.
"You don't k-yur! Huh! Well, ]
reckon You don't k-yur. Hit haint Der
no trouble to you, eff hit has ben to me
nh. Hits mighty fine to have some
body to work fur yuh! I'm SEN you t.
college, rn pay fur your aige-cation sc
your kin set roun' un make fun Nv tht
way your mother un your father talks
Ats about whus aige-cation's good fur
Miss Weekly! Hits good theng you
ain't gut no boys to raise un aige-cate
A g'yurl haint go-un to set up un mech
fun a thur mothers way talkun righ
to thur fast"
"You don't happen to have any girls
mother retorted Columbus Redden
smiling in very self-possessed and ex
asperating way.
81 wush to thuh Ian l had g-yurls
instid a the kline NV a boy I've gut Sc
/ do! Whur did you stay SO late las
night, my larkey? / wawnt to know
scme-h'n 'bout whur you put in so mucl
time. So / dor broke in Mrs. Redden
In fury.
Mr.. Columbus Redden smiled, ant
winked deliberately at Miss Lizzy Wickly
before proceeding in a calm and pleas
antly mischievous manner:
"Oh, these sec:ets of ours are not a
all to be intrusted to the keeping OF
women, mother. There never was 8
woman who could keep a secret, yor
know. And, of course, I couldn't for {
moment entertain the idea. Indeed,
couldn't. I'd do anything to oblige you
But really
And Mr.. Columbus Redden smiled
again and winked at Lizzy Wickly, witt
quiet, enjoyable humor.
Eyes, you'd do lots to uhbleege me,
retorted his mother with great scorn, ant
going on to cut and eat her fried han
with great vigor.
In spite Of downpour of rain, COO
and even chilling in the mere suddennes
Of its fall Of temperature from D.aety de
grees to sixty-eight degrees, there was al
most a continuous procession Of two
horse farm wagons along the Overcoa
road in the direction Of Sandtown.
Little troops of horsemen went scurry
ing round these wagons at every point
going this way and that, and looking no
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