Graham guardian., 1911-01-13


signtd "Cyrus NJ. Whitaker"
Bul tais particular year. the year In
which chis chronicle begins. no draft
h&d Dcen received Asaph waited a
few weeks and then wrote to the ad,
dress Indicated by the postmaIE. His
letter was unanswered. Next to the
harbor appropriation the question Of
Whirt tker place" filed Bayport's
Thoughts that spring.
''What In the world" repeated Bal
ley, docs ueman want Of shebang
like that? Amt he got enough al
readyY
His friend shook his head.
| "'Pears not he said. Il judge it's
this way. Bailey--Heman. he's proud
man
"Well, amt he got right to be
proud? Carlate you and med be proud
If we was able to carry as much sail
as he does, wouldn't we?'
Eyes, guess like we would. But
you needn't get red in the face and
strain your biler just because said
that. l amt fndin' fault with He
man. I'm only tellin' you. He's
proud. as l said. and his wife,
"She's dead this four year. What
are you resurrectin' her for?"
Land! You're peppery as a West
Injy omelet this mornin', Let me
alone till I've finished His wife when
she was alive. she was proud too, And
his daughter Alicia. she's eight year
old now. and by and by she'll be
grown up into a high toned young wo-
man. Well. Heman is fursighted. and
s'pose likely he's thinkin' of the days
when there'll be young rich fellers-.
senator's and--and--well. counts and
lords, maybe--rruisin' down here
courtin her ! presume he don't want
| those swells 70 sit on his front piazza
| and see the crows buildin' nests in the
! ruins ac1.ost the road II there's sale
! Cor taxes he wants to be fust bidder
\ Then when the place Is his he can
tear down or rebuild. just as he sees
| fit. SeeY
Eyes, soc Well | feel about that
| the way Joe nimick felt when he
heard the doctor had told Elviry Pep,
\ per she mus, stop singin' in the choir
/ or lose her voice altogei her. Which
/ ever happens II be an Improvement.
says Cal'n ..oe. and whatever Heman
does II help the Whittaser place
| What did you decide ut the meetin =
| "Nothin.' We can't decide yet We
| ain't sure about rhe law. and we want
to wait spell. anyhow. Put ! know
| how twill end Atl:ins III gel the place
RE always gets what be wants. He
! man does''
well" sighed Mr.. Bangs. 80 that'll
be the end ~ tho old Whitaker place,
hey? Sho, things change in n feller's
lifetime. don't rheyT You and me can
! remember. Ase. when Cap'n Cy Whit
| taker was one OF The biggest men we
had In this town. So was his dad
afore him. the Cap'n Cy that built the
house. wonder the looks Of things
here now don't bring them two up
out of their graves. Do You remem-
ber young Cy--'Whit' we used to call
him. or 'Reddy Whit count of his
red hair?"
Remember Whit? Well. should
say did. Ee was holy terror
yes. sir! Want no monkey shines
| or didos cut up in this Town that
,, young Cy want inro Fur's that goes
you and me was In 'em. roo. Bailey
We was all boiy terrors then Young
ones nowadays nin't got the spunk we
| used to have
His friend chuckled
That's so" he declared. that's
so. Whit was II good hearted boy. too.
but full Of the Old Scratch and as sot
In his ways as his dad. and If Cap'n
Cy want sot then there amt no sot
ness, 'You'n go 70 college and be
paison.' says the rapn. IN 20 10 sen
and be u sailor. same as you dome
says Whit, .hnG Ne did. 100, run away
one night. rooS the packet 70 Boston
and shipped aboard an Australian clip.
per, Cap'n .Cy didn't 80 after him TO
fetch him horne. No sir.eesnol u
fetch, Sent him letter plumb to
Melbourne, and says he: You y"
made your bed; now lay In it, Don't
you never dasi TO come back to me or
your ma hc says. And Whit didn't.
he want that kind
"Pretty nigh killed the old lady
Whit's ma-that did" mused Asaph
"Sha died little spell afterward And
the old man pined away. too. bur be
never give In or asked the boy Ia come
back. stubborn as al get out to the
end lie was and willed the place. all
he had left, 10 them Howes folks
And nice mess they made of IT.
Young Cy he
Young Cy" interrupted Bailey
We're always calm him young Cy.
and yet when you come to think OF II
he must be pretty nigh lifty-fve now.
most as old as you and be- Wonder
If he'll ever come back here?'
"Iou bet he WON'T" was the oraculai
reply. Hes made all kinds Of money.
they say. out of hides and such. What |
he ever bought his dads old place for
I can't see He'll never come back |
to these common, one horse latitudes |
now you mark my word on thatr'
Bailey chuckled again
1--WE was Il spunky. daredevil lot in |
the old days, want we. Ase?" 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. dignifled stroke. Mr.. Tid- |
dit and his companion started and
looked at each other.