The Sauk Centre herald., 1911-03-30

Coin to see her%' he repeated. II
guess not! Godfrey scissors. 4 told
Seth. says l. I've had all the Debby
Beasley want. and | cal'late Cy
Whitaker feels the same way Go
TO see her. ! wouldn't 80 to see her
is she was up In paradise a-hollerin'
for me-
CHAPTER XIV.
al RS. BANGS" said the school
IM mistress as if it was the most
III casual thing in the world, II
want to borrow your hus-
band tomorrow. | want him all day.
too. because I'm thinking Of driving
over to Trumet. and l need a coach
man You'll go. won't you. Mr. BangsY'
Bailey. who had been considering the
adyisability of asking for second cup
Of tea. frightened up and looked
pleased
"Why. yes" he answered. 'I'll CO."
Mrs: Trip ventured hinted ques-
ton concerning the teachers errand
at Trumet The reply being noncom-
initial. the widow cheerfully prophe-
sled that she guessed twas going to
rain or snow next day. Its about
time for the line storm" she added.
But it did not storm. although a
brisk cold gale was blowing when aft
er breakfast next morning the horse
and team" with Bailey in his Sunday
suit and overcoat and Miss Dawes on
the buggy seat beside him. turned out
of the boarding house yard and start
ed on the twelve mile journey to Tru-
met.
In Trumet Center, which is not much
of center. Miss Dawes alighted from
the buggy and entered 4 building
bearing sign with the words Metro
politan Variety Store, Joshua Atwood.
Prop'r. Groceries. Coal. Dry Goods. In
surance. Boots and Shoes. Garden
Seeds, Etc" A smaller sign beneath
this was lettered Justice of the
Peace" and one below that read POST
Office
She emerged moment later. fol-
lowed by an elderly person in red
cardigan jacket and overalls.
'Take the fust turnin' to the left,
marm." he said. pointing. IT'S pretty
nigh to East Trumet town hall Fust
house this side of the blacksmith shop.
about two mile. I'd say. Windy day
for drivin'. amt it? That horse of
yours belongs in Bayport, cal'late.
Looks to me like Hello. Bailey!'
f. M
adding an explanatory aside to the eff
feet that he knew Josh Atwood. the
latter having. once lived in Bayport
"But. say" he asked as they moved
on once more, have we got to go to
East Trumet? Jerushy! That's the
place where the wind comes from.
They raise it over there. Anyhow.
they don't raise much else Whose
house you goin' to-"
He had asked the same question at
least ten times since leaving home and
each time Miss Dawes had evaded it.
She did so now. saying that she was
sure she should know the house when
they got to it.
The two miles TO East Trumet were
worse than the twelve which they had
come. The wind fairly shrieked here.
for the road paralleled the edge of
high sand bluffs close by the shore,
and the, ruts and thank -you-marms"
were trying to the temper Railey's
was completely wrecked
Teacher" he snapped as they reach
ed the crest of a long hill and a quick
grab at his hat alone prevented it's
starting on a balloon ascension, ''get
out spell. will you? I've got to swear
or bust. and longs you're aboard
can't swear. What you standin' still
for. your he beloved at poor Henry.
the horse. which had stopped to rest
II carlate the critter thinks that last
cyclone must have blowed me sky
high. and he's waitin' to see where 1
light. Git dapr'
II guess | shall get out very soon
now," painted Phoebe. There's the
blacksmith shop over there near the
next hill. and this house in the hollow
must be the one F'm looking for"
They pulled up beside the house in
the hollow. A little story and half
house it was. and, judging by the neg
lected appearance of the weeds and
bushes in the yard. it had been unoc-
cupied for some time However, the
blinds were now open. and a few
fowls abont the back door seemed to
promise that some one was living there.
The wooden letter box by the gate had
q name stenciled uDon it Miss Dawes
stfa 81.