Putnam patriot., 1910-05-06
By HARRIET NJ. ABBOT

a stripping in the pcstolfice called It a boom Deacon carder launched forth into tirade against such proposi- tion
 "Butterworth's givin' good wages, !" he said ''but you wait till he gits in passel of foreign hands, Easy. Carder. eassl They do say he's buying land all along the river road and going to put up these new tangled model tenements." paeiiied the postmaster.
 Passing down the street, the deacon saw young Jack Butterworth rapping at the door of the Dyer girls and ex- claimed.
 "EstLT on 'em old 'nough 10 be his gran mother. an Analine bed t...asa it ,az#i. Ifumph. probsiy he's up lo h., pa tricks an wantin' to buy illere aI start hifalutin snl- phi,e .giil. ; . an nonsense. say," Meali.1yar .le young man was viser- ously us4..g 4ae ancient knocker on the door of the small white house. but. re ceiving ne resaoase. was about to turn away when the sudden shrill blast of a horn from within assured him that the dwelling was not tenantless. I'm coming. called high pitched voice. and wirx little old lady in gingham gown and Tapping sunbonnet appeared from the garden at the rear. sDeary me. l was out getting butter beans. and when 1 heard sisters horn WAS all of tiuster. Bur come right in now, doi
 Sister. this is Mir. Butterworth." in- trodueed Miss Caroline deprecatingly. But the sister. an invalid, waved her hand with impatience. Don't mind
 me I ain't to home. Been in Japan the whole afternoon. Just going to ride out in one Q them jimmy goearts this minute. Say" she continued ir-
 relevantly. with birdlike change of demeanor. did you hear my hornft She proudly tapped an old corret as she spoke.
 Hear 1t. Miss Analine. My ears are ringing yet. Do you play often:' he asked, with lingering amusement. Sister doesn't really play Miss Caroline hastened to explain.
 "No, but she can blow like old Be- rax," the invalid rejoined, with a shrewd twinkle in her eyes.
 "Boreas. Boreas, you mean, sister, corrected the other gently.
 Well, call him Borax." There was the insistence of a spoiled child in the sick woman's tone. ..One toot means Some one at the door Two toots mean T want you myself" Then she gravely observed, "The jim ny gocart's waiting." and withdrew her interest from the conversation. ..rm afraid it's hopeless" he admit ted ruefully to his father afterward If the Dyer place didn't happen to be located exactly as it is-fairly adjoin-
 ing the river road property-of course
 we'd never give it another thought And what would ever induce that quaint old pair to give up their homeF
 Those poor souisl By the way, father.
 have you ever seen Miss Analine, the
 bedrdden one, who has mania for
 travelling and so pretends she's con stantly on the roadi"
 Mir. Butterworth drummed abstract edly on his office desk before answer
 ing. "No. but I should think the change would suit the old lady to T from all accounts.
 By love, father. do you know I be-
 lieve I have scheme. I'm deter-
 mined to win yet, but I'll keep my plan to myself for the present.
 Well, success to you, Jack was the hearty wish us the paternal gaze
 rested admiringly on the animated face. q judge the Dyer girls are likely to have d persistent caller"
 Subsequent events proved the truth of the prophecy, for the following aft ernoon saw the runabout again before the old house. The front door was ajar, and Miss Analine called with un- wonted graciousness: Come in. Come Ms skillins. but I'm just getting back !. from Venice myself I'll be home in a jiffy. My she exuIted. but its fine gondofing on the Grand eanals She breathed n sigh of rapture as she looked up.
 'Enderlcy. too. Is an uncommeniy pretty place to any one who has an rye for natural beauty" he finally tentured.
 Miss Analine's face eiouded. May be- she assented reluctantly.
 s-The town is improving fast" pur-
 sf. 1o, frs<x into glowing account Of recent changes and bettered conditions. Down In tue village. now. on Main street. there's so much passing it's sometimes absolutely lively"
 The black eyes in the withered coun- tenance shone with speculative appre- citation. and the speaker resumed T should think you and Miss Caroline would--ahem.-take . notion one of these days to move down in the midst of things. where you'd have more neighbors. Haven't you ever tbouehf of selling the farm and taking small- CT place theref"
 Mr. Butferworth. sr.. would have de- tected germs of diplomatic talent in the apparent innocence with which the
 question was profeced. but the olt
 lady was wholly unsuspicious and fe
 torted with a sniff of scorn: What
 Yankee would ever lack gumption bad
 enough te buy this fara. do you sup
 poser Caroline can't raise thing op
 if buf hay n potatoes n pusley. with
 q mess of butter beans now 'n' tEeu.
 Besides. though I'm away from home
 a good deal myself. do seem t0 need
 fhIs pface for a kind of deDOfv