The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1911-01-27

Cy want rot then there aIn'r no wUg-
ness. You'll 80 70 college and be
parson.' says the cap'n. I'll 80 to sea
and be sailor. same as Jon. done
says Whit And he did. too, rum away
one night. took the packet to Boston
and shipped aboard an Australian clip
per. Cap-n 6 didn't 70 after him TO
fetch him home. 30 sir-ee-nof q
fetch. Sent him p ietrer plumb to
Melbourne, and says he: You've
made your bed: nDw lay In il. Don't
YOU never dast to come back to me or
your ma Az says. And Whit didn't:
he want that Kind"
Pretty nigh killed the old iady-
Whit's ma-thar did" unused Asaph.
"She cied little spell afterward. And
the old man pinned away. too. but he
never give - Or asked the boy to come
back Stubborn as all get out to the
end he was and willed the place, all
he had left. TO them Howes folks.
And d nice mess they made of it
Young Cy he
Young Cy" interrupted Bailey.
We're always calm him young c.
and yet when you come to think of 1t
he must be pretty nigh fifty-flve now,
most as old rs you and i be. Wonder
IL he'll ever come back here?'
You bet be won'tr' was the oracular
reply Hes made all kinds Of money,
they say, out of hides and such. What
he ever bought his dads old place for
can't see. He'll never come back
TO these common. one horse ATTITUDES,
now you mark my word on that!"
Bailey chuckled again
I'VE was a spunky, daredevil lot IN
the old days. want we, Aser he said.
"Spunk was kind Of born In us, as You
might say. And even now we're"-
The Atkins tower clock doomed once,
a solemn. dignified stroke. Mr.. It'd
dit and his companion started and
looked mt each other.
Godfrey scIssors!' gasped Asaph.
"Is that half past 12T'
Mr.. Bangs pulled q big worn silver
watch from his pocket and glanced ut
the dial.
sit isr' he moaned. .As sure's you're
born II is. We've kept Ketury'S din
ner waItin' twenty minutes. You and
me are IN for Il now, Ase Tdd1tti
Twenty minutes late! She'll skin us
alivew
| Mr.. Tidditt did not pause to answer,
but plunged headlong down the hill at
q race horse gait. Bailey pounding at
his heels. For born daredevfls," self
confessed. they were a nervous and
apprehensive pair.
The perfect boarding house" Is sit
uated quarter of q mile beyond
Whittaker's hill. nearly opposite the
Salters homestead The sign, hung on
the pole by the front gate, reads.
"Bayport Hotel. Bailey Bangs Pro
| prietor." but no one except the STran
| ger in Bayport accepts that sign seri-
| ously. When. owing To an unexpected
change in the administration III WASH
tngton, Mr.. Bangs was obliged u re
Nnquish his position as our village
postmaster his wife came to tn rrs.
cue with the proposal that they oran
| u boarding house. Whatsoever yon
| find to do quoted Keturah Mt sewing
circle meeting. do II, then, with all
your mightr IL when I'm laid to rest
they can put On to my gravestone She
run the perfect boarding house TIL
be satisfied"
This remark and subsequent similar
declarations were widely quoted, and,
therefore, though casual visitors may
refer to the "Bayport hotel" 20 " na-
ttves the Bangs residence = always
"Keturah's perfect boarding house"
As for the signs affirmation of Mr..
Bangs proprictorship. that lS consid-
cred the cream or the joke. The idea
of meek. baldheaded little Bailey pos
ing as proprietor of anything while
his wife ~ on deck tickles Bayport's
sense OF humor.
fro BE Continued