News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1911-03-22
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mouse, winch was III the immediate
rear of the Atwood store. was of O
half hours duration. Bailey refused
to leave the seat of the sulky and sal
there, speaking to no one, not even
replying to the questions of group
of loungers who gathered to inspect
the ancient vehicle and" professed to
be in doubt as to whether it had been
washed in with the tide or been cleft
to him in a will.
At last Debby made her appear
ance. her arms filed with newspa-
pers. The latter she piled under the
carriage seat and then climbed to her
former place beside the driver. Hen
ry, in response to a slap from the
reins. got under way once more. The
axles squeaked and screamed.
"Gee!" cried one youngster from the
steps of the store. IT'S the steam
calliope. When's the rest of the show
comin'?'
''Hi! yelled another ''see how
close they're Rugged up together.
Amt they lovin' It's weddin'!
"Shut upr' roared out the tortured
Bailey, whose hat had blown back
into the body of the sulky, leaving
his bald head exposed to the cutting
wind.
The audience begged him to give
them a lock of his hair and added
other remarks of a personal nature
concerning the youth and beauty of the
bridal couple and their chariot. Mr..
Bangs was in a state of dumb frenzy.
Debby, who without her trumpet had
heard nothing of all this, was, smiling
and garrulous.
II found all the papers," she said,
"They're right under the seat I'm
goin' to look 'em over SOS to have
the interestin' parts all ready to show
Miss Dorcas when we get home. Amt
1t nice found 'em?"
In spite of her drivers remon-
strances, unheard because of the non
adjustment of the trumpet. she reached
under the seat and brought out the
pile of Blazeton weeklies. With her
feet upon the pile to keep it from blow
ing away, she proceeded to unfold
one of the papers. 1t cracked and
snapped in the wind like a loose main
sail.
Keep that drafted thing out of my
face, won't you?" shrieked the agon-
ized Bailey. "How'm | goin' to see to
steer with that smackin' me between
the eyes every other secondY
Hey? Did YOU speak to me?" asked
the widow sweetly.
did | speak? No, l screeched!
What in tunket''-
81 want you to see this picture of
the mayors house in Blazeton. Eva.
my husbands niece, lives right acrost
the road from him. Many's the time
I've set on their piazza and seen him
come out and go to the city hall"
Keep it out of my face. tell you!
Reef it. Furl it. you-you woman.
] wish to thunder the piazza had
caved in on you! | never see such an
old fool in my born days. Take it
awayw
Mrs. Beasley removed the paper. but
only to substitute another,
Here's Eva's brother-in-law," she
screamed. Hes one of the prominent
business men out there, so they put
him in the paper. Amt he nice
LOOKING"
Bailey's comments on the prominent
business mans appearance were any
thing but f1attering. Debby continued
TO reach for more papers, carefully
replacing those she had inspected in
the pile beneath her feet
Il know what I'll do" declared the
passenger-"I'll hunt for that missin'
husband advertisement of Desire Hig-
gins Let's see, now! Twill be down
at the bottom of the pile, cause the
paper it's in is a last year one"
She bobbed down behind the high
dashboard.
Here 'tisv' exclaimed Debby. IL
remember it's in this number, cause
there's a picture of the Palace hotel
on the front page. Let's see-'Dog
lost'-no. that amt it. Corner lot for
sale'-wish had money enough to buy
It. I'd like nothin' better than to live
out there Information wanted of my
husband Here it's! Um-humw
She Strengthened up and eagerly be-
gan reading the advertisement A ter
rife burst of wind tore around the
corner of the bluff. The widow in her
excitement at finding the advertise
ment had inadvertently removed her
feet from the pile of papers. In an
instant the air was filled with whirling
copies of the Blazeton Weekly Courier.
Henry, the horse, jumped sidewise.
The reins were jerked from the driv-
er's7 hands and fell in theFroad. 'r i
"Mercy on usT' shrieked Debby. |
clutching her companion about the /
waist. WHAT
Let go of mer' howled Bailey, push
ing her violently aside. whoa! Stand |
stillw
But Henry refused to stand still. /
The tapping paper still chung to his .
q gitated head. He reared and pranced, !
Jerking the sulky back and forth. its
wheels still wedged in the ruts. Bal /
ley sprang to the ground to pick up |
the reins. He seized them, but fell as |
he did SO. The tugeat his bits turned /
Henry's head literally and figufative- l
~. He reared and whirled about. The /