The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1910-06-04
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! A Belated
! Traveller
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
The Woman vho Saw the I
World In Her Own
Home.
by HARRIET NJ. ABBOT I
} Copyright. 1910. by American Press !
Association.
by HARRIET NJ. ABBOT

| forward 10 an era OF prosperity. Nneu
a STRIPPING i'm the postofice called II
a boom Deacon Carder launched forth
into a TRADE against such a PROPOSE
ton.
"Butterworth's givin' good wages"
he said. but you wait till he gifts in
la passed. of foreign hands"
Easy. Carder. easy. They do say
he's buying land all along the river
road and going to put up these new
tangled model tencments," paciied
the postmaster
Passing down the street. the deacon
saw young Jack Buttcrworth rapping
mt the door of the Dyer girls and cx-
caimed
Either on 'cm old 'nough TO be
his grandmother. an Analine bed
ridden at that Humph. rrobly he's
up TO his pas tricks an waniin' to
buy there an start hifautin sui
phite mill. STUFF an nonsense, | say!'
Meantime the young man was vigor-
ously using the ancient knocker on the
door of the small white house, but, re-
ceiving no response. was about TO turn
away when the sudden shrill blast of
horn from within assured him that
the dwelling was not tenantless.
I'm coming" called Il high pitched
voice, and wiry little old lady in
Bingham gown and tapping sunbonnet
appeared from the garden ut the rear
"Deary me, | was out getting butter
beans, and when | heard sisters horn
| n oil % lnf RIGHT
in now, do,
SISTER, this is Mr.. Butterworth," in
troduced Miss Caroline deprecatingly.
But the sister. an invalid, waved her
hand with impotence. Don't mind
me. | amt to home. Been in Japan
the whole afternoon. Just going to
ride out in one o. them jimmy gocarts
this minute. Say" she continued ir-
relevantly, with n birdlike change OF
demeanor, Ibid you hear my horn!'
she proudly tapped an old cornet as
she spoke.
Hear it, Miss Analine! My ears are
ringing yet. Do you play oftenT he
asked, with lingering amusement.
SISTER doesn't really play" Miss
Carolipe FASTENED TO explain.
mo, but she can blow like old Bo-
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. zone toot means
| no fnOtS
mean I want you myself"
Then she gravely observed, "The jim
nv gocarts waiting" and withdrew
her interest from the conversation.
I'm 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 homei
Those poor souls! by the way, father,
have you ever seen Miss Analine, the
bedrdden one, who has mania for
travelling and so prctends she's con-
stantly on the roadf"
Mr.. Butterworth drummed abstract
edly on his Office desk before answer
ing. mo. but | should think the
change would suit the old lady to I
: from all accounts.
"By Jove, father, do you know / be-
lieve | have scheme! I'm deter
mined to win yet, but I'll keep my
4 plan to myself for the present"
y "Well, success to you, jack" was
: the hearty wish as the paternal gaze
i rested admiringly on the animated
e face 81 judge the Dyer girls are
t likely TO have persistent caller"
Subsequent events proved the trutf
I of the prophecy, for the following aft
crnoon saw the runabout again before
! the old house. The front door was
ajar, and Miss Analine called with un
wontcd graciousness: Come in! Come
I'm If you want to! Caroline's over &c
Mis- Skillins, but I'm just getting back
from Venice myself. I'll be home IL
n a jiffy. N.Y." she exulted, but it'f
9 fine gondoling on the Grand canalv
o She breathed Il sigh Of rapture as she
n looked up.
8 "Enderley, too, is an uncommonly
pretty place TO any one who has an
g eye for natural beauty" he finally
ventured
d Miss Analine's face clouded. "May
be-" she assented reluctantly.
THE town is improving fast" pur
sued the undaunted youth, launching
,. into a glowing account of recent
= changes and bettered conditions
g "Down In the village. now, on MAR
q street, there's so much passing It.:
r. sometimes absolutely lively"
=. The black eyes i'm the withered coun
1. tenance shone with speculative appre
d citation, and the speaker resumed: az
% should think you and Miss CarClin,
q would-ahem!-take notion one OF
4. these days to move down i'm the mids
II of things, where you'd have more
e neighbors. Haven't you ever though
lt Of selling the farm and taking small
D. er place there?'
d Mr.. Butterworth, Sr., would have de
d tected germs of diplomatic talent 4,