The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1907-02-06

how are YOU Ike
Mr.. Clark and his friend grinned and
responded. How are you, Cap'n Ez!''
in unison
The arrival was a short, thickset man
with sunDurne f.ce. sharp eyes.
hair that was reddish brown sprin-
killed. with gray ami a close clipped
mustache of the same color. He wore
blue oyercoat over blue suit and held
a cigar firmly in one corner of his
mouth His movements were quick
and sharp and he snapped out his sen
fences with yigor.
Full cargo ionight:' he asked of
Mr. Small, who was buttoning his
oyercoat and pulling on his gloves.
Pretty nigh an empty hold" was
the reply. only bout one and hat
goin' over. You're the one. and the boy
here's the hat. All aboard. Come on.
Brad. You and the cap'n git inside,
while me and Dan git the dunnage on
the rack
| The boy picked up the carpet bag and
followed Mr.. Small out TO the rear
4 platform of the station, where the
coach. an old fashioned. dingy vehicle.
I drawn by four sleepy horses, stood
waiting.
I Captain Titcomb followed, his over
coat Tapping in the wind.
4 Here, Barney" he observed, have
! cigar to smoke on the road. Have one.
I Dans Here. Lon; here's couple for
} nd Whn'c I,n liffIn fQllQr -
/ he added in a whisper to the station
! agent.
/ Ben Nickerson's boy from Well
mouth. He's comm down to Orham to
live with the old maids. They've adopt
4 ed him.
THE old maids? Not the old maids?
Not Prissy and Tempy?"
"Yup. All right, Barney; I'm COM
4 in"
The station agent hurried away to
help the driver with the captains sea
chest, and its owner. apparently over
come with establishment, climbed mute
ly into the coach. where his fellow
passenger had preceded him.
The old vehicle rocked and groaned
as the heavy chest was strapped ON
the racks behind Then it tipped again
as Mr. Small climbed clumsily to the
drivers seat.
"All ashore that's goin' shere!' shout
ed Mr.. Small. $50 long, Dan. Git
dap. Two-fortyr'
The whip cracked the coach reeled
on its springs, and the whole equipage
disappeared in the snow and black
ness
The boy, Bradley Nickerson, had new
er ridden in a stagecoach before, and
after ten or fifteen minutes of jolt and
roll he decided that he never wanted to
ride in one again.
Suddenly Captain Titcomb, whe had
been silent SO far, spoke
Heavy sea ON tonight" he observ-
ed. Pears to me Barneyd better
take a reef. She's rollin' consider
ble-1
The boy laughed and said, Eyes,
sir
+|Goin ali the way to Orhamy' asked
the captain.
~YeS, sir
''Got folks over there, l presume
likely. Friends or nothin' but jest re-
lationsg''
Relations. II guess"
so. Well. I've got a good many re-
lations over there myself. Fact is,
I've got relations. seems to me, most
everywheres. Father used to have SO
many of ''em that when he went Wis
itin' he used to call il. .goin' cousinn'.
My names Titcomb. What do they
call you when your back amt turned p
The boy laughed again in a puzzled
wayne scarcely knew what to make
OF his queStioner-and said that his
name was Bradley Nickerson
''Sickerson hey? That settles it:
you're IA Cape Colder Minute l meet
anybody named Nickerson I always
know they've got the same kind of
sand in their boots that have. Is 1t
Obed Nickerson's folks you're goin' to
see?''
NO, sir. I'm goin to live with Miss
Priscilla Allen. Her and her sister.
They was some of mothers people,"
''Sho, well | swami muttered the
captain. 'Prissy and Eempy, hey ::
Then Dan want foolin'. And you're
goin' to live with 'em:''
Yes, sir. Do you, know Temp
'Who-me? Oh. yes. i know 'em.
I'm particular friend of theirs-that
is" he added cautiously, Il call on 'em
once in awhile jest to say How are
you?' Why? You didn't hear any of
them fellers at the depot say anything
bout me and them did yOus No. Well,
all right Jest thought Oh, yes.
! know EN- Nice folks as ever was. but
/ what you might call little mite .sot
in their ways Do you always wipe
your feet when you come into the
house?'
'Why-why- sir, if / don't for
get it,
"All right It's good habit to git
I into 'SDecially IF yoI1,ra uoin, to wall