The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1910-03-30

Cape. She'll like 1t. And, by the way,
my dear fellow" he whispers to Jona-
dab, IF you want to please her-er-
nightly congratulate her upon her
boys success in the laundry business.
You understand" he says, winklng,
"only son and self made man. don't
you know"
i Mrs. CRANKY was roosting all by her
Eelf on a sofy in the parlor. She was
feshy, but terrible stiff and proud, and
when she moved the diamonds on her
shook till her head and neck looked
like one of them set pieces at the
Fourth Of July fireworks. She was
def, too, and used an ear trumpet
! pretty nigh as big as steamers venti-
lator.
Maybe she was dying to know u.s."
but she didn't have fit trying to
show it. Me and Jonadab felt we'd
ought to be sociable, and so we set,
one on each side of her on the sofy,
and bellered "How dye do?" and
Fine day, amt it?' into that ear
trumpet. She didn't say much, but
she'd couple on the trumpet and turn
to whichever one of us had hailed,
heeling over to that side as if her bal
last had shifted. She acted to me kind
of uneasy, but everybody that come
into that parlor-and they kept piling
in all the time-looked more n mid
ding joyful. They kept pretty quiet,
too, so that every yell we let out
echoed, as you might say, all round.
begun to git shaky at the knees, as
If was preaching to big congrega-
ton.
After a spell Jonadab, not being able
to think of anything more to say and
remembering Phil's orders, leans over
and whoops into the trumpet.
I'm real glad your son done so well
with his laundry" he says.
Well, sir, Phil had give us to under
stand that them congratulations would
make a hit, and they done it.
Old Lady Granby-whew! She got
redder'n she was afore, which was a
miracle, pretty nigh. She couldn't
speak for a minute-just cackled like
hen. Then she busts out with, How
dare your and fiounces out of that
room like hurricane. And it was
still as could be for a minute, and then
two or three of the girls begun to
squeal and giggle behind their hand
kerchiefs.
Jonadab and me went away too. We
didn't flounce any to speak of. guess
"sneak" would come nearer to tell
ing how we quit.
Course we knew we'd put our foot
in it somewheres, but we didn't see
just how. Even then we want really
on to Pills game. But we was sus-
picious a little.
"Barzilla," says Jonadab, getting
ready to turn in, faint possible that
that Teller with the sprained last name
is having fun with us, is it?'
"Jonadab," says ], i've been won
dering that myself"
And we wondered for an hour and
finally decided to wait awhile and say
nothing till we could ask Ebenezer.
And the next morning one of the stew
ards comes up to our room with some
coffee and grub and says that Mr..
Catesby- Stuart requested the pleasure
of our comp'ny on afore breakfast
iceboat sail and would meet us at the
pier in half an hour.
Phil and the iceboat met us on time
/ s'pose it twas style, but if hadn't
known I'd have swore he'd run short
of buds and had dressed up in the bed
clothes l felt of his coat when he
want noticing, and if it want made
out of blanket then never slept un-
der one
Phil said he was sorry we turned in
so early the night afore. Said he'd
planned to entertain us all the even
ing. We didn't hurrah much at this,
being suspicious, as I said, and he
changed the subject to iceboats.
That iceboat was bird. callated
to know a boat when / sighted one,
but f1atiron on skates was something
brand new. 1 didn't think much of it,
and / could see that Jonadab didn't
neither.
But in about three shakes of lambs
tail was ready to take it all back and
say / never said it. / done enough
praying in the next half hour to square
up for every Friday night meeting I'd
missed sence was boy. Phil got
sail on to her, and we moved out kind
of slow.
''Now, them" says he, well take
little jaunt up the river. Course this
isn't like one Of your Cape Cod cats,
but still'-
And then / dug my finger nails into
the deck and commenced, aNow lay
me- Talk about going! Twas
"F-a-s-s-s-t' and we was mile from
home. "Bu-z-z-z!' and we was just get
ting ready to climb bank, but fore
she nosed the shore Phil would put
the helm over, and we'd whirl round
like windmill, with me and Jonadab
biting the planking and hanging on for
dear life and my heart, that had been
up in my mouth, knocking the soles of
my boots off. And Cap'n Catesby-
Stuart would grin and drawl: Course
this amt like a Orham catboat, but
she does fairly well fairly. Now,
/ e,%rs slyr.