Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1906-05-23
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"She keeps primping and looking In
the glass and blushing, does. she? r. 4
"Twenty times day. I heard her
humming a love song upstairs today,
and she's taken to going to the post
Office every night and morning. Dan, I
tell you we've got to keep our eyes
open. Suppose some rich man should
come along and coax her to elope with
him."
II guess you and Han are both safe
from that" he laughed in reply, and
again the subject was dismissed.
Next day the old maid had her letter:
It was postmarked Boston, and never
in her life did the way from the post
Office home seem so long.
It was from Quincy Livingstone Lap
ham, who had got her address from
the agency. Quincy was forty years
old, retired capitalist and a widower,
and he wrote letter full of sentiment
and desire to please. If he didn't
know hash from Goldfish, he at least
knew how to touch an old maids heart,
no matter what proper person she
was. By the time she had read it three
times over Hannah Wray had gone
back on her thirty-fve years. record.
She mentally pronounced him darling
Of man, and she got ready to answer
the epistle After she had written and
mailed it Dan winked his wife out
into the wood shed and whispered: =
Got any ginger in the house?''
mo. Why?"
"In go down to the store and get
some. I've been watching Han, and If
she amt in for time with the bilious
collie then can't read signs"
Nonsense. tell you she's in love-"
''In love with what-the COVE"
'She's in love with man, you idiot
you. Do you s'pose she'd be humming
love songs and standing before the
looking glass for a cow?'
but where's the man?'
'"That's what 1 can't tell you-not
now. But I'm going to find out if I
lose my head"
She was several weeks in making her
words good, but there came a day
when she laid hands on all Hannah's
correspondence. She had received six
letters from Quincy Livingstone lap
ham, and five Of them treated Of love
and romance and his desire to see her.
The sixth announced that he would
visit the village, which was familiar to
him, and walk up and down a certain
shady lane until she joined him.
"Welw asked the wife when she
had told the contents of the letter.
"1'll be in that shady lane myselfv'
replied Dan.
And he was. 1t was in the afternoon,
and the village seemed to be asleep.
Quincy arrived. So did Hannah. So
did Dan. Dan waited until Quincy de-
clared that he could no longer live
without Hannah and that she must
draw her money out Of the bank and
fee with him, and then he made his
appearance and administered kicks and
punches and cuffs until Quincy was
beyond his reach. When he got through
Hannah had vanished. She kept to her
room for the next three days, and she
might have made it three weeks had
not Dan called up to her from the stair
door:
'Say, Han, come down to breakfast"
'1'm-rm ashamed!' she replied.
ASHAMED, nothing. Why, you are
the properest person for fifty miles
around here. That Teller is a patent
churn man, and I've been owing him a
licking for ten years past. If it hadn't
been for you might never have caught
him. Come down, proper Hannah
come properly DOWN.