The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-08-10

ways cnapefOneo Dy ner napFy anu Duoy-
ant father and Congressman Billy Biler
of course
The newspapers had annoyed her lit
tie by publishing apparently well anthem
ticated statements, always from reliable
sources, and conveying the detailed in
formation of her approaching marriage
with certain brilliant young Congress
man and four or FIVE young and fascinat-
ing presidents of banks and railroads
But her natural buoyant organization
soon enabled her to so far overcome her
annoyance as to permit her to laugh as
heartily as could her jubilant father.
And how quickly she learned some OF
the ways Of the city. For instance, she
had not completed the second week OF her
| first stay. until she had acquired the
remarkable art, utterly unknown to
Hoosierdom-of having q headache just
at the time when, had it not been for
the timely interposition of the said head
| ache. she would have been compelled to
entertain Congressman Billy Biler, or one
of the FIVE young and fascinating presi-
dents above mentioned.
About that time, too, that is to say
about the beginning of the era OF the
headaches, she fell into the habit of TAX
| ing her fathers left arm and slipping out
of the side entrance of the hotel, and
then walking him all up and down State
street and Wabash avenue, and goodness
only knows where she didn't walk him,
according to his Cwn asservations!
On one of these walks she haG acted
in such an unaccountably strange and
reckless way as to seriously discomfort
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think that the city was entirely too ex-
citing for her; although nobody could
deny that it was just the thing for him.
They had been talking about Mr.. Ma
son Huntley. Or, to speak more accu-
rately, he had been talking about that
mysterious and seclusive gentleman who
had not shown himself or signifed in any
way whether he yet held residence on
any part of this planet, when all at once
Lizzy stopped, dropped his arm, ran
little way down the sidekalk, and just
as he was starting to run after, she turn
ed and ran back in great and eager agi-
| tation.
| Call that cab, father. Quick, or he
won't hear you! There! Cab! Cab.
Cabv She had screamed out in such a
shrill, resonant, penetrating Hoosier,
Reelfoot Prairie voice, that two or three
! cabs came dashing up that way Then
she had literally broken into one of them
before the driver could open the door,
AMI pulling her father in by the collar
hal stood up where she could see and
tell the driver where to go.
/ And my! but she did tell him. She
nearly drove the fellow wild telling him
to go first this way and then that, and
now to gallop his horses faster and fast
er! And now to pull short up and turn
round and dodge down cross street
somewhere! What lot of wagon driv-
ers stopped and shook their whips at that
cabman! But he was a conscientious
fellow, and obeyed orders with a single
ness of purpose and an energy that would
have insured success if success had been
one of the attainable things.
| But it wasn't. The young lady showed
after awhile a wayering and hesitancy
| in her directions that discovered an irres-
olution not incompatible with the stern
and peremptory decision Of her earlier
manner At the end Of the half-hour she
gave it up, and told the cabman to drive
back to the hotel.
J As Mr.. John Wickly handed her out
mans fare out of his vest pocket, he
said:
"Lizzy, if yol take me such another
chase I'll start right back to Sandtown
with you on the spot"
"Sandtown" cried the cabman in smil-
ing surprise and evident qualification.
"Sandtown, IndyannyT
Eyes"
"Well, by gum! l used to live right
| down there at the lower END NV Reelfoot
Pom myself Know everybody from
there up to the Overcoat road. Anything
else / kin do fur yuhr' There was SO
much of that remarkable Hoosier trait of
"being acquainted with you" as Soonrod
Redden would have put it, in the words
and manner Of the cabman, that Lizzy
instantly beckoned him to her and held
a low-toned conversation with him, in
which her father only heard this:
"Whut? The yaller'n? The yaller-
wheeled buggy? Why. I'd kotch that
yaller-wheeled buggy way up h-yonder
at Madison street eff I'd knowed hit was
the one"
Then there was more Of this converse
ton in an undertone, ending with this,
that Mr.. Wickly heard:
I'll be right h-yur to the minute.
H-yur's my number. You knowed old
Cappen Joe Ellet up avn Big Rattle
snake Crick? Well, I'm little Joe Ellets
son! Bud Elicit You've h-yearn um talk
about Bud Ellet? Clabber-eyed Bud,
they usen to call me! My eyes is all
right now. Un I'll do anything 1 kin fur
you folks! Jist lemmy know" And the
cabman was up and of.
On the next day there were more pres
idents to take them to new places of
interest, and BuG was sent away empty
as to his cab, but with his fare In his
pocket, against his earnest protest. In
fact, 1t was not during that visit that
Lizzy Wickly found an opportunity to
ride as far a. she wished in Bud Ellet's
cab.
But on the second or third, perhaps,
they had slipped away again between
periods of possible new presidents, and
had bowled along those delightful, long,
broad streets on the north side almost a
whole afternoon. Again had John Wick
~ made Mr.. w. Mason Huntley the sub
ject of their conversation He had been
to the city Office of the s. & s. w. to
make inquiries as to his whereabouts.
There he had found that Mr.. Huntley
was only a special agent of the COM
pany, and nobody could tell him anything
about where he was at present.
They did not know whether he was
ia the employ of the company, even. And
as to knowing where he lived. and such
like minutiae, that was too much foI
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