The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-05-25
CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER II.
The daughter resumed the drumming;
and the mother, looking aghast at this
coincidence of ominous circumstances.
cast her eyes down at her husband.
Nonsense, Liz" said Mr.. Wickly,
smiling little. but slightly annoyed too,
what can that have TO do with it p?
That's of no consequence at all. The
land has grown in value account of
the rise in timber lands everywhere. OF
course you couldn't have gotten such an
amount upon a mortgage if the cash
value of the land wasn't twice as much,
at least. And it has again doubled in
value-since the last mortgage, 1 mean"
How" asked the young lady, mean
ing to ask after the particular method
of the increase in value.
Il asked at the bank; and Zell told
me that you could have as much more
upon the land whenever you wanted it"
Mr.. Wickly glanced keeniy at his
daughter, and saw grati6ed smile come
into her eyes and spread swiftly down
to her dimpled cheeks and her red lips.
Twice thirteen hundred and eighty
four are twenty-seven hundred and sixty
eight. And that means that my land is
worth more than five thousand. 1 begin
to feel somewhat like an heiress myself"
she said smiling. Il guess you will have
to go to Chicago. pa. j won't have to
mortgage my land for that, you know"
Mr.. Wickly drew Ions, breath of deep
and satisfying relief, and the thoughtful
Fuckers at the root of his nose rippled
away in a smile that had the popularity
of starting in the region of his eyes.
And what becomes of the omen of
thirteen hundred and eighty-four. Liz"
He laughed as he got up and stretched
himself as lazy people do, and then draw
ing down again as TO his arms, shoulders
and head, emitted what might be termed
notably contented little grunt at the
conclusion of the yawn.
John de Wicklif died in 1884" said
the young lady. with due solemnity. He
was the only member of the Wicklif fam
ily at all noted. from its beginning down
TO myself We stand as sort of mile
stones along the highway of the Wicklif
family-he the great John, noted for
speaking and writing original and hetero-
dox thoughts; and l to become noted for
exactly thee same things. Now there
must be other likenesses in us. For of
course 1 don't look like him.
Look like him." exclaimed Mr.. Wick
" with a laugh. az should say not. John
was as ugly an old mortal as you'd find
in a days Understanding to all the
authentic likeDesses of him. He must
have had eyes like yours, Liz. Big round
brown ones"
NONSENSE" said the young lady, ir-
reverently. Everybody knows that all
those old paintings from which the en-
cravings are, made, exaggerated the eyes
| ludicrously. Why, they all have eyes
exactly alike. Look at our presidents,
for instance. Don't you see that all of
them down to Jackson had those same
| big round black eyes, according to the
artist? Maybe that was the one common
| trait that made them all presidents. But
more likely it was the popularity of the
artist-it was his style in eyes. Isn't
that Mr.. Mason yonder, ma? l wonder
| if he is coming here? If he is, I'm go
| ing out in the garden to hoe the beets.
And you can tell him that I'm engaged
for the present"
"Why can't you stay in and entertain
your teacher and monitor, Miss Lizzy?
| l don't understand this new departure as
to the garden, john" said Mrsr. Wick
| ly, mischievously.- II used to have all
the hoeing and wedding of the garden to
do until Mr.. Mason came here to board.
And now L declare 1 hardly know a gar
den when l see it. / heard him discours-
| ing to liz"
Now, maj said the daughter, with a
very pretty frown due to the concentra-
ton of purpose in drawing on her gar
dening gloves, perhaps. "Now, ma!
Didn't he have all that about the abso-
lutte necessity for physical labor for ev-
erybody, in those sermons that he
preach"
Through his nose, LIZ" suggested Mr..
Wickly, with shout of laughter, bois-
ferrous as boys.
| Now don't laugh that way, pa. OF
course he'll hear you, and know that
we're making fun of him. And wouldn't
want to insult him so grossly"
Insult him, indeed! He's entirely too
sensible fellow to be insulted in any
such trivial way. What an everlasting
worker he is! That professor, j. Alli-
son Huntley. must have an easy time of
it. / can't see what's left for him to do!
This man seems to manage all the dig
ging, and all the gathering up of fossils,
and all the writing in the field book. And
he carries the surveying apparatus him.
self with one rodman and one chairman.
I've seen them myself. And I've never
seen Prof. Huntley at all. Not glimpse
of him." -,
eyes! Isn't that queer? None OF us
have seen Prof. Huntley, although he
has been here since the last of March
the Oath day exactly. / know, because
made the lettuce bed that day. sup
pose he feels too high above the Sand
town people to present himself among
them. should think he'd come to hear
his able assistant, Mr.. Mason, preach Of
Sunday, anyhow" put in Mrs. Wickly,
with some energy and indignation.
"Why, ma, hs takes the train home
on Saturday morning or Friday evening!
! OF course 10 wouldn't care to stag ovW