St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1908-02-08

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cry business into the plump, capable
hands of the providentially-acci
stranger. An idea worked slowly into
his brain.
I'm not very well up in polite
ways" he prefaced its utterance, so
trust you will take no offense at my
asking what /, myself, can see no
harm in-that you take dinner with
Tap and me to-day-hold on mo-
ment-of course I know we're two
old bachelors, but your friends, Maj.
Ring and his daughter, are to be our
guests to-day"
"They are, hey?" The little WON"
an looked up sharply, holding her
| basting spoon aloft Then they won't
be prepared for me; serves me right
for taking a sudden notion to come
visiting them without giving a penny
worth of notice. They used to live
neighbors with me ages ago, back in
Indiana, before they came out here
and l went west Angie and I write
to each other once or twice a year;
but / didn't have time to write to
her after l made up my mind to come
on visit. Now I've got in nice fix!
Its a cheeky thing" said she, at
last, 'for you to ask me to do, but
don't know who has right to perse-
cute us for it, unless Tap should. And
could make you another pudding"
''GooG enough" shouted Scion, well
hIYv p1TT oh Tynl1
not lay of your-er-shawl and
hood?"
The little visitor acQuiesced, can
tered briskly into the sitting-room and
hung up her cloak and hood. then
seized upon Taps bingham apron.
"Er-hem," coughed Scion, in en-
barrassed apology. Il should have
presented my card, but haven't any
handy. My name is Scion Red.
man."
oh" said the visitor, 1--WE heard
of you and Tap both, then, through
Angie Rings letters. I am Abbie An
! drews. I'm a widow"
Tapley Redman welcomed the unex
pected guest with hearty cordially
the pudding alone, with its foamy
| bubbly fragrant sauce, would have
won a welcome for its manufacturer
For, as true as you live" Tap con
| fided to her, I'm afraid mine would
have been tough, if it hadn't burned
Miss Angie Ring twittered in joy
full surprise, like merry barn swal
low, when she met her friend.
The Thanksgiving dinner was a bril-
| liant success owing to Mrs. Abbie's
opportune ARRIVAL on the scene of its
preparation.
In the pale, quiet twilight of the
Thanksgiving day, when the two friends
sat together before Miss Angles
CHEEKY fireplace and the major slept
in his Morris chair, freight conf
dences were inspired.
But don't understand" protested
the widow, why since you and TAI
seem to have been engaged for ter
years, you don't marry each other
slap-dab. You're both of age"
YES" agreed Angie, signing, we're
growing older all the time. But thi:
is. the how of it: Scion is so totally
1 irresponsible, outside of literature
Tap feels that he could not leave him
he'd literally fall to pieces: so Tai
can't come here to papa and me.
can't leave papa, of course, and we
can't both go to Taps, because papa
dislikes Scion and positively refuse:
to live with him."
No Roadway was made on Martin
ique" the following day. Scion wan
dered restlessly about the house ant
smoked his pipe f1tfully.
In the early evening, as Tap wal
preparing for his usual call upon An
gle, Scion walked into his room witt
the expression of big school-boy OF
the point Of delivering his first decla
nation.
| "A-er-hem!" he coughed. Its quit,
awhile since l have made call 81
Angie. I've been thinking she nigh
take it as somewhat unbrotherly. PEI
haps had better-er-hem- accom-
| pany you there this evening"
Why, sure, old chap" shouted Tai
cordially. BE glad to have you g
along"