Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-02-09
A NOVEL.
By Joseph c.. LINCOLN.

rooms and sweeping out and the like
of that. The old sAebang had been shut
up for a couple of years. and was as
musty and damp as a receiving tomb. His
lordship looked like the head mourner
this kind Of work. Jared his dignity.
Look acre, Pratt" says he to me.
low long do you think we're going to
stay 'ere?'
'Wnere?" says I. sliding trunk and
coal hod off my shoulders. and mop
ping my forehead with my shirt sleeve.
"Why ere. on this 'Orrible sand cap"
You want to be careful" says I. chow
you can names. This is Ozone Horse
foot Island. and it's a branch station of
paradise. Didn't you hear the boss say
SOP
Well says !, when Teller gets to
paradise it's the general idea that he's
there for keeps. What are you growing
about? Such nice restful spot. too.
Don't you like to be restful?''
He looked at his hands. they was all
over blisters from the broom.
.'Restful!' he groans. Good 'eavensr
Come. James, Gays Hartley. loafing
around the corner. with his hands in his
pockets. Get move on. We must
have this house In order by tonight.
The Twins was awful busy. too. They
done the heavy experimenting. Hartley
superintended the house and piazza. and
Van Brunt bossed the unloading and
trucking of the dunnage from the dory.
AS for me, / was the truck. After the
first day was over 1 could see that all
the natural living I'd done In my time
want tile real thing at all. Not cir
cumstance to it.
/ carted dunnage all the forenoon. Then
| cooked dinner and washed dishes.
James was going to help me wipe 'em.
but Vans clothes had got wet when he
was adrift in the Dora Bassett and they
had to be pressed. So wiped and
cleaned up and carted more dunnage. in
Guiding stove pipe and blankets and flour
and quilts and nails and pork and pillows
and rake and sugar, and the land
knows what. Then L cooked supper.
And how them paradise tenants did eat:
by CAD. you KNOW busts out Van
Brunt. with his mouth full. this is what
we've been looking for. Martin. This Is
getting hack to nature
Hartley grunted, being too busy with a
fried mackerel to talk with comfort. But
it was easy to see he was satisfied.
They went on. brakging about how good
it was to cut loose from the fight and
worry Of the street. At last, according
TO Van. they realized that life was worth
living.
NO more speculation for me- lie says.
joyful. No more fretting about mar
gins. I don't give a continental If the
bottom drops cut Of the market and car
ries the sides with 1t. 1 hersby soiamnly
swear for the fifth time never to buy an
other share of stock.
Then he reaches after another half
acre slab of my johnny-cake.
Lord James was upstairs in the sleep
ing vaults sorting out bed clothes. The
sheets and blankets and things was more
or less mixed up with the hardware and
groceries. / was out in the kitchen get
ting ready second relay Of mackerel
Tine dining-rOom door was open SO l
could see and hear everything.
by the way. Martini says Van. but
terinx the johnny cake. 'hOw did Agnes
look? Well?"
Yes. says Hartley. short.
She must have. been surprised to see
you. Did you tell her we were natural
lied citizens, or on the road to it,
No"
No? Why not? She probably thinks
that were down here organizing another
syndicate. For girl whose mother IS of
the world worldly. Agnes has developed
queer ideas. i suppose I ought TO 20
over and see her." he went on You
said she had another girl with her. Who
is it,
Margaret 'raiford.
"Talford-Talford? One of the New
port Talfords? On, know. Pretty little