The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1908-12-25

ana Lnere was WredLnb anu COunun
Jung about, and"
ITS all right" says I. Here! came
along and I'll show you"
But not one step would he stir A
derrick wouldn't have lifted him up
them stairs. So quit trying and went
enlargement and the wreath. Then i
set out to explain. y
why, you imbecile!" says Van,
Where's your taste for art? We
were identifying your room. Taking
off the bare look, as per Scudder."
James color begun to come Lack
And when 1t come 1t come thick. He
Redeemed up so you could see it even
through the sun-burn.
"Mr. Van Brunt," he says, getting
madden every minute, II give you no
tice. l leave tomorrow morning"
Don't be an idiot" begins Van,
but his lordship cut him short.
II leave tomorrow morning" he
shouts. Amt II enough to bring me
to this Gawd-forsaken ole and work
me 'alf to death and blister me from
cad to foot, without this? | give you
warning now. I'm going ome. And
you be glad | amt 'aving the law on
as rights. and"
There was more. plenty more. We
couldn't shut him up. And the Heav.
enlies' explanations didn't count either.
He was dead set on leaving in the
morning.
Finally, we give it up and went
back to bed. Lord James said he was
going to stay in the kitchen all night.
Nothing would hire him to sleep in
Marcellus receiving tomb again.
"Humph!" says Hartley, as the
Twins went upstairs, ut looks to me
as IL your joke had lost us the best
valet you ever had, Van"
Van cussed under his breath. "He
shan't leave" he said. 81 must Keep
him somehow. He's invaluable in the
city, and we may go back there some
time. Not for months, though, of
course" he adds.
But in the morning James was
worse set than ever. He wouldn't help
with breakfast nor nothing; went aloft
at daylight and begun TO pack his
trunk. He was going to leave, that's
all there was about 1t.
The Twins was pretty blue during
breakfast. Van about losing his lord
ship and Hartley on account of sun
burn, / cal'late. Twas another ele-
CANT day and there was wind enough
to keep the flies and mosquitoes away
from the house. II you got in the lee
anywheres, though, they was laying for
you in droves. They didn't bother me
much, count of my hide being tough
and leathery and my flavor too salt
maybe; but they was fattening up fast
on the Heavenlies and James.
About ten o'clock Scudder shows up
with the first dory load of Fresh Air
ers from the Eastwich place. Miss
Agnes come along with 'em. Then the
second load come, capned by the Tai
ford girl. And then there was doings
Them Fresh Air young ones want
all of a piece with Redny, which was a
mercy. He was a handful in himself
that little sorreltop was-but there
was enough like him to keep things
stirred up. Marcellus' old shingled
prison had to take it that day. There
must have been some stewing in Heav-
en- IL old Lady Berry could look down
and see them youngsters whooping
and carrying-on in the front parlor. In
Mrs. BIS day that parlor was kind
of saints rest, as you might say, and
the only time anybody opened its door
was when she sailed in with the broom
and feather duster. And then she
must have had TO navigate by COM
pass, because the blinds was always
shut tight and the curtains drawn and
twas too dark to see anything.
Hartley looked out for the children
and Van Brunt piloted the two girls
over the place, pointing out where the
! garden was going to be some day, and
where the hens was likely to roost and
the pig to board. They seemed to be
as pleased and tickled as he was, and
thought everything was lovely" and
Just too quaint and dear" | was
busy cooking and Lord James sulked
out in the barn. He couldn't get away
until late afternoon on account of the
train.
Redny stuck to Hartley like mud.
turtle to a big toe. He was right at
his heels all the time. BY and by the
pair of 'em come out in the kitchen to
see me.
Hello, Andrew Jackson" says I to
the boy. How do you like this part of
the country"
Great" says he, his eyes swapping.
Gee. amt we having the peach of a
time!"
Must feed you well over there" ]
says. Seems to me you're getting fat
already. Boards up to the mark OF
the Newsboys' home, amt it?"
"You betl" says he. Chicken, and
pie. and all the milk you want. And
cream-aw, sayl" and he smacked his
lips.
How'd you like to live here all the
timer"
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