New-York tribune., 1909-06-20


Hs-oh, rot! H. wouldn't; he's an a~fuIIy
decent fellow. ~ -a,1.-
girl Looked like the millionaire crop was going
20. be a failure that summer.
"AU, belay!' says he. short as baker ; PIE crust
THE season amt over yet. You better take
bath In the salt mack'rel kag: you're too fresh 10
keep this hot weather"
TaIklur husband" to him was like rubbing pain
killer on n scalded pup. had something to keep
me Interested dull days. But one morning he comes
70 me excited as a at cat show and
says he:
"Ah. ha! What did tell you? I've got one"
u see you have" says L Want me to send Tor
the doctor?"
"ston your foollshing'' he says. Il mean I've got
a millionaire. He's coming tonight. too One OF
tho biggest big-bugs there is n New York An ha:
what did I tell you?'
He was fairly boiling over with gloat but from
between the bubbles 1 managed 10 find out that
the new boarder big banker from New YORK
name OF Van Wedderburn. with a barrel OF 'ash
and hogshead of dyspepsy. He was wan
Street bear" and a steady diet OF lamb with
mint sass had fetched him TO where the doctors
said twas lay of for two months or be laid out
FOR keeps
And I've fixed it that he's to stop at your house.
BarziIIa" crows Jonadab- And when he sees
AabeI-well. you know what she's done 20 the
other folks" he says
"Humphr' says l. maybe he's got dyspepsy OF
The heart along with the other kind She might
disagree with him. What makes you 50 cock
sartIn?'
Cause he's a widower'' he says. ''Them's the
softest kind"
Well you ought know" told him You're
one Yourself But from what I've heard soft
things are scarce In Wall Street Bet you seventy
i've cents a quarter IT don't work.
He wouldn't take me. having scruples against
hettiug-except when he had the answer in his
pocket But he went away cackling joyful, and
that night Van Wedderburn arrived
Van was a substantial looking old relic, built on
the lines OF the Boston state House. broad in the
beam and with a shiny dome on top. But he could
qualify for the nervous dyspepsy class all right
Judging by his language to the depot wagon driver
When he got through making remarks because one
of his trunks had been forgot that drivers quota
ton according Peter r, had dropped 20 thirty
cents with a second assessment called l tedEed
the meals at our table would be agreeable as a
dog fight
However. twas up to me. and towed him In
and made hlm acquainted with Mabel She want
enthus!astic-having heard some OF the driver
sermon, 1 cal'late-until 1 mentioned his hame.
Then she gave little gasp Ike. When Van had
gone up to his rooms. putting like donkey engine
and growing cause there want elevators. she
took me by the and says she:
What did You say his name was Mr.. wingate?'
Van Wedderburn." says /. The New York
millionaire one"
Not Of Van Wedderburn Hamilton. the bank
ers -" she asks eager.
That's him." says I Why? DO you know
himc Did his ma used to do washing at your
house,
she laughed but her face was all lit up and
her eyes fairly shone. I could have-but there
never mind.
"Oh no." she says. 4 don't know him. but I
know OF hlm-everybody does"
Well everybody did. that's Il fact. and the way
Marin Boundcrby and Maize logged out AZ
the supper table a sin and shame. And the
way they poured gush over that bald headed broker
enough TO make him slip out OF his chair. Talk
about Fishers of men''-thcm Bounderbys s
whole seuer's crew in themselves
But what surprised was Mabel Seabury- She
dressed up. TOO: not In the Bounderbys style
coarbones and diamonds-but in plain white, with ,
lace fuzz- If she want peaches and cream then
all you need is lettuce make a lobster salad
And she was as nice to Van II he old
Deuteronomy out Of the Bible. He set down to
that meal with face on him like pair of nut +
crackers aud afore twas he laughing
and eating apple pie and telling funny yarns about
robbing his friends in the Street. Judged he'd
he sorry for il afore morning but didn't care for
that l kind of worried myself; didn't under |
Stand it.
And | understood less and less the days /
went by If she'd been Maizie Bounderby. with I,
two lines in each hand and one in her teeth. she ,
couldn't have done more to hook that o.d stock
broker She cooked little special dishes for his /
dyspepsy to play with. and set with him on the )
piazza evenings and laughed his jokes and the I
land knows what Inside of a fortnft he was /
gone goose which want surprising other /
man being I'm the fix-but twas surprising 20 !
see her helping the goneness along All hands !
was watching the game. OF course. and it pretty /
night started 4 mutiny at Old Home. The Boun- /
derbys packed up and lit out in ten days. and none
of the other women would speak 70 Mabel They I
didn't blame poor Mr.. Nan YOU understand. Twas /
all her-''Iow. designing thing "
And Jonadab, he want ft To live with The /
third forenoon after Van WeddeTburn got there |
he come around and took the quarter bet. And |
the way he crowed made my hands itch
for a ropes end Finally owned up TO myself
that I'd made a mistake; the girl white
wa shed tombstone and the whitewash was rubbing
thin That night I dropped line to poor Jonesy
at Providence, telling him that IL he could get
day of, maybe he'd better come down to Well
mouth and his fences; somebody was feed
ing cows I'm his pasture
The next day Labor Day. and what was left
Of the boarders going for a final picnic over TO
Bakers Grove, at OStable. We went, three cat
boats full Of us, and Van and Mabel Seabury was
In the SAME boat We made the grove all right.
and me and Jonadab had hands full baking
CLANS and chasing spiders of the milk. and
doing all the chores that makes picnic so joy
fully miserable. When the dinner dishes
washed of by myself TO quiet bunch OF
bayberry bushes half a mile from the grove and
laid down to rest being beat
] guess ] feel asleep and what woke me was