The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1907-10-20

Mrs. Submit Henderson, from over
to south Chagford, was driving. She
had taken a crate of eggs to the sta
tion. and was heading homeward by a
wide circuit that embraced Wes'
Chagford. Her companion was Marcia
Annleton. one of the young cottagers
from Boston, between whom and the
little woman VINO supplied the cottage
colony with eggs and broilers there
had sprung up a strong mutual liking.
Mrs. Submit Henderson had hesitated
before exposing her Alden-descended
prize to a possible rebuff, when she
considered inviting Miss Appleton to
accompany her on her pleasant errand
in the old wagon, with its single seat
dappled with a covering-partly en-
ameled black cloth, partly that cloth S
revealed coarse canvas base, and its
complaining body that had once been
painted blue. But her confidence In
Marcia's perceptions had won the day,
and the girls manifest delight in the
drive had reproached Mrs. Submit all
the way for her hesitation.
Charley, the old horse, had not mast
ened to the station. He knew that the
eggs were strictly fresh, and that, IN
any case, they could not start for Bos-
ton before the next morning. Now, his
task accomplished, he scorned betray-
ing undue interest in his South Chag-
ford barn, but logged peacefully along
whisking his worn tail, and regarding
his mistress regular jerks of the reins
as part of her customary waste or ner-
vous energy, no more bearing on his
moss-hung pines which he was pass
ing.
The road ran southwestward through
a low growth of blackberry vines,
sweet fern, bay-berry, budding golden
rod. and all the uncounted wealth of
the poverty of fallow fields and I'M
tended waysides. The woman and the
girl had passed a few tumble-doWn'
time-grayed houses. But they had
passed many crumbling stone walls,
and falling palings, Enclosures where
long-armed Hlacs and strangling rose
bushes. and here and there cellar,
outlined by the tender conceaiment
uf generous, fine-tinted weeds, indicat-
ed where once had stood the homes OF
the pioneer-settlers of all the Chag- |
f5rds West, South and North.
There's Mrs Rogers" said Mrs
Submit suddenly, as she pointed, relns
in her raised hand, toward small
gray lean-to house.
I've been havin' it in my mind TO
stop there with you to see her. she
likes to talk. and she don't see many
Il am sure 1 should like to be one OF
her VISITORS said Marcia, viewing the
Old house with interest.
Charley turned in at the dilapldated
gateway. and, steered carefully py
Mrs Submit, avoided barrel ana
brass kettle bordering the weed-groWn
driveway, stopping with his nose close
to the apple tree to which he was 10
be tied.
While Mrs. Submit, by means OF one
of the unbuckled reins, was making
the old horse fast in the one sense IN
which he would ever be so, tall
built, erect old figure came
out of the door under the lean-fo, anu
strobe over to the guests.
Il don't know who you be, for I'm
gettin sorter short-sighted, she salu'
but I'm glad to see We. -
Mrs. Submit Strengthened herseh
with a last witch on Charleys I'M
halter. and faced the old lady
Don't YOU know me, really, Mrs.
Rogers?' she asked.
NO, I don't-yes. I do too-not I
so's't I can call your name neither
said the old dape. you favor the
Aliens :,
Don't know why I shouldn't I
agreed Mrs. Submit. "Ive got enough