News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1911-02-08
Cy Whittaker's
Place
BY JOSEPH C. LINCOLN
Copyright. 1908. by d. Appleton
6 Co.
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dow to see if any one was coming.
$50 this is your best dress. hey?" b
asked, to cover his confusion. 1t wa
obviously not very new, for it wa
neatly mended in one or two places.
Eyes, SIR"
$50. Where'd you buy it-up to Cor
cord?'
No, sir. Mamma made it year ago.
There was a little choke in the child
voice. The captain was nightly take
back.
Hum! Yes, yes" he muttered bur
riedly, "Well, there you are. Nov
you can get along, can't you?"
"Yes, sir. Shall l go in that room? ?
'"Trot right in. You might-er-
maybe you might sing out when you're
tucked up. I'll want to know II
you've got bedclothes enough"
Emily disappeared in the bedroom
The door closed Captain Cy, his
hands in his pockets, walked up and
down the length Of the sitting room.
The expression on his face was queer
one.
II haven't got any nightgown," called
a voice from the other room. The cap
tain gasped.
Good land, so you amt" he ex-
claimed. What in the world
Humph! I wonder
He went to the lower drawer of a
tall >"highboy' and from the tumbled
mass of apparel therein took one Of
his own night garments.
Here's one" he said, coming back
with it in his hand. 81 guess you'll
have to make this one do for now.
It'll fit you enough for three times to
ence, but it's all I've got"
A small hand reached round the edge
of the door, and the nightshirt disap-
peared. Captain Cy chuckled and re-
Sumed his pacing.
I'm tucked up" called Miss Thomas.
The captain entered and found her in
bed, the patchwork points and dia-
monds of the Rising Sun quilt covering
the uppermost of the two big pillows.
Captain Cy liked to ''sleep high"
"Got enough over you?" he asked.
eyes, sir, thank you"
THAT'S good. I'll take your toys out
and dry 'em in the kitchen. Don't be
scared. I'll be right back"
In the kitchen he sorted the wet gar
ments and hung them about the cook
stove. 1t was a strange occupation
for him. and he shook his head whim-
sically as he completed it. Then he
took fatiron one of Mrs. Beasley's
purchases, from the shelf in the closet
and put it in the oven to heat. Soon
afterward he returned to the bedroom,
bearing the iron wrapped in a dish
towel
'My ma always used to put hot
fat to my feet when l was a young
one and got chilled" he explained. Il
amt used one for some time, but l
guess it's a good receipt. How do you
feel now? Any more icicles"
'No, sir. I'm ever so warm. Isn't
this a nice bed?"
Think so, do you? Glad Of it. Well,
now, I'm goin' to leave you in it while
l step down street and see about hav-
in your box sent for. I'll be back
in a shake. If anybody comes to the |
door while I'm gone don't you worry. !
Let 'em go away again"
He put on his hat and left the house, |
walking rapidly, his head down and /
his hands in his pockets. At times he !
would pause in his walk, whistle, !
shake his head and go on once more !
Josiah Dimick met him, and his an
swers to Josiahs questions were so
vague and irrelevant that Captain
Dimick was puzzled and later ex- |
pressed the opinion that "Whit's cook
in must be pretty bad; acted to me as
If he had dyspepsy of the brain"
Captain Cy stopped at Mr.. Lumley's
residence to leave an order for the de-
livery of the box. Then he drifted into
Simmons and accosted Alpheus Small
ley.
al" he said, whats good for a
cold?
"Why?" asked Mr. Smalley in true
Yankee fashion. "You got one?"
Hey? Oh, yes-yes, I've got one"
By way of proof he coughed until the
lamp chimneys ratified on the shelf
"Judasl l should think you had! Is
your throat sore?"
"Hey? Yes, guess So"
Don't you know? If you've got
sore throat there amt nothin' better n
Arabian balsam. But what in time
are you dom out in this drizzle with
a cold and no umbrella? Do you want
to-
''Never mind my umbrella. L left it
In the church entry t'other Sunday, and
somebody got out afore l did. This
Arabian balsam-seems to me l re-
my mas usin' that on me.
Wet a rag with it, don't you, and tie
It round your neck"
"Yup. Be sure and use a flannel
rag and red flannel if you've got it.
That acts quicker n the other kinds.
Fifteen cent bother"
Il guess so. Nights well give me
some sass'p'rilla while you're about it;
always handy to have in the house.
And-er-say, is that canned soup
you've got up on that shelf?"