St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1911-04-12


none of their business. Now. anybody
that knows me knows that amt one
OF my faiIin's. told her so; says
p
And so on for ten minutes Then
Phoebe ventured to repeat the words
tout west" and her companion went
of on a new tack She had just been
west herself. She had been on a visit
to her husbands niece, who lived in
Arizona-in BlaZeton, AriZ. It's the
incest town ever you see" she contin-
ued, "and the smartest, most up to
date place. Talk about the west bein'
onciyilized! My land, you ought to
see that town-electric lights and tel
ephones and-and-I don't know what
ALP
This was but the beginning. 1t was
evident that Mrs. Beasley had thor
oughIy enjoyed herself in Blazeton and
that the sorrows of the bereaved De-
sire Higgins had been one of the prin-
cipal sorrows of that enjoyment The
schoolmistress endeavored to turn the
subject, but it was useless.
IT fetched home whole pile Of
IACn ASWSpdpckSP CO1t4AuO0 0COOJs
.'They was awful interestin'; full Of
pictures of Blazeton buildin's and
leadin' folks and all. And in some Of
the back numbers was the advertise
ment about Mr.. Higgins. / do wish
could show 'em to you, but lent 'em
to Mrs. Atwood, up to the Center. If
'twan't such a ways I'd go and fetch
'em. Mrs Atwood's been awful nice
to me. She took care Of my trunks and
things when | went west-yes, and
afore that when I went to Bayport to
keep house for that miser'ble Cap'n
Whitaker. | amt told you about that,
but l viii by and by. Them trunks
had lots of things in 'em that didn't
want to lose or have anybody see. My
diaries-Ive kept diary since 1850
and
"Diaries?" interrupted Phoebe, grasp
ing at straws. Did you keep diary
while you were at the Thayers 2"
Eyes. Now, why didn't I think of
that afore? More n likely there'd be
somethin' In that to help you with that
geographical tree. used to put down
everything that happened and Where
you goin'?'
Miss Dawes had risen and was peer
ing out of the window.
81 was looking to see if my driver
was anywhere about" she replied. 81
thought perhaps he would drive over
to Mrs. Atwood's and get the diary for
you. But I don't see him"
Just then, from around the corner of
the house, peeped an agitated face; an
agitated forefnger beckoned. Debby
stepped to the window beside her visi-
tor, and the face and finger went out
Of sight as If pulled by a string.
Miss Phoebe smiled.
81 think I'll go out and look for
him." she said. 'tHe must be near
here. I'll be right back, Mrs. Beas-
ley"
Without stopping to put on her jack
ct, she hurried through the dining
room, out of the door and around the
corner. There she found Mr.. Bangs
in a highly nervous state.
"Why didn't you tell me twas Deb
by Beasley you was comm to see"
he demanded. eff you'd mentioned
L1dL dOC1 1AdSS . AhL4G JOO ACVOA
got me to drive you, tell you thatw
EYES," answered the teacher sweet
ly, ST imagined that. That's why
didn't tell you, Mr.. Bangs. Now
want you to do me favor. VIII you
drive over to Trumet Center and de-
liver note and get package for me?
Then you can come back here, and
shall be ready to start for home"
''Drive-drive nothin'! The black
smiths out and won't be back for an
other hour. His boys there, but he's
a big enough lunkhead to try balm
out dory with fork, and that buggy
axle is bent so it's simply got to be
fixed. I'd no more go home to Ketury
with that buggy as tits than I'd Oh,
my land of lover
The ejaculation was almost groan.
There, at the corner, ear trumpet adj
justed and spectacles glistening, stood
Debby Beas1ey. Bailey appeared to
wilt under her gaze as If the spectacles
were twin suns.
''How-how dye do, Mrs BeasleyT'
faltered Mr.. Bangs ST hope you're
smart"
EYES," she answered. I'm pretty
tolerble. thank you. What was the
matter, Mr.. Bangs? Why didn't you
come in? Do you usually make your
calls round the corner?'
The schoolmistress came to the res
cue.
'eYou mustn't blame Mr.. Bangs, Mrs.
Beasley," she explained. HE wasn't
responsible for what happened at Cap
tain Whittaker's He is the gentleman
who drove me over here. I was going
to send him to Mrs. Atwood's for the
diary"
'eWho said l was blamin' him?'
queried the widow. IF he was that
little Tidditt thing might feel differ
ent. But, cOns1der1n' that I got this
horn from Mr.. Bangs, I'm willin' to let
bygones be past It helps my hearin'
a lot Them ear fixin's was good while
they lasted, but they got out of kilter