The Yale expositor., 1908-11-06

also--if know her highly respected
mamma-she won't"
Where did you address your let
teri" Hartley asks, after little.
Liverpool, care of her usual hotel.
She'll get Il all right-always pro-
vided she hasn't already organized a
settlement colony of small Hooligans
in the Liverpool slums. But there!
Let's forget morals and matrimony.
Heigho! Wonder what's doing in the
Street? Not that ] care red"
They seemed to have forgot me alto
gether. But was interested in their
talk all the same, and I've tried to put
ID down just as heard 1t. Twas queer
talk, but they was queer folks, and l
was learning how the big-bugs done
their counting. From what I'd heard
so far | liked the Wellmouth way full
as we'll
The front gate clicked Van Brunt
looked up. Great Scott" says he, Its
the photograph"
Twas Hannah Jane Purvis coming
home from the next house with dish
pan full OF peas. Hannah was kind
of scant patterned critter without
much canvas on her poles and her
sleeves most generally rolled up. She
had brindled hair clewed back so tight
OFF her forehead that her eyes wouldn't
shut good and the impression you got
was all square corners-not a round
one In the lot
Well" says she, coming up into
the wind in front of the piazza and
looking at me hard. II do believe it's
Solomon Pratt. Why, what a stran-
ger you be! | amt seen you for
don't know when"
i didn't know when either and
didn't try to remember. Sufficient
unto the day Is the trouble belonging
to il" the Scriptures say. if / recollect
1t right, and twas enough for me that
she'd seen me this time. She comes
over, dishpan and all, and planks her
self down on the steps right in front
of Van Brunt's chair. There amt
nothing shy or unfriendly about Han
nah Jane; she's the most folksy fe-
male | ever come across, and always
was.
My sakes!" says she, turning round
to Van, Il see Mr.. Pratt come in here
and | couldn't make out who twas
Thinks |: They've got company and
| must get there quick So back
put, and don't know as I've got full
measure of peas cause IL seemed to
me that some of 'em spilled off the
top when Cap'n Poundberry was
emptyin' 'em in. | hope not, cause
peas is high now. Not that 1t makes
any difference to well-off folks like
you, Mr.. Van Brunt, but
Hadn't you better go back and
pick 'em up?" asks Van, solemn as an
owl
"Oh, land of love. no. There
want enough for that. Besides | want
to see Mr.. Pratt. Well, Mr. Pratt, q"
says she. 81 suppose you're surprised
enough to find me working out. Dear.
dear, | don't know what Jehiel-he
| that was my first husband-would
have said; nor my second one neither.
tell what's in store for us in this
world, can we?"
/ made some sort of answer; don't
matter what. She went ahead lament
ing over what come-down twas for
her to work out. You'd think she'd
been used TO marble halls to hear her.
She settles the dishpan between her
knees and starts i'm Smelling peas,
talking a blue streak all the time. She
was a whole sewing circle in herself,
that woman.
"Jehiel was such quiet man" she
says, after spell. He scarcely ever
talked" Didn't have a chance, thinks
I to myself.) When he died-did /
ever tell you how Cap'n Samuels-my
first husband as was-come to die Mr..
Hartley" says she.
Hartley had took up the Natural
Life book and was trying to read ii.
Now he looked up and says, mournful
but resigned NO, Mrs. Purvis, be-
lieve we have never had the pleasure y
The pleasure was wholly the
Cap'n's," says Van Brunt under his
breath If Hannah Jan heard him she
didn't let it worry her.
Well" she says, twas this way:
Cap'n Jehiel-him that was my first
husband-was the most regular man
in his habits that ever was. | guess.
Every Saturday night all the time we
was married-and we was married
eleven year, not counting the two after
he was took sick-he always had baked
beans for supper. used to say to
him: Jehiel,' | used to say, amt you
tired of baked beans? | should think
| you'd turn into beans, you're so fond
of EN- But he never did and"
She stopped for a second to get her
breath Van cut i'm quick.
That wasn't the cause of his death,
then?" he asks, very grave.
'Who-what?"
Turning into beans? or course
not. l believe you said he didn't
| turn"
Il said he never got tired of EN-
Course he didn't turn into 'em. Who