Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1911-04-26
CHAPTER VlI.-contlnued.

Of1AF ! Eh VlIs-ContinueQ.
But across the street the Dobbs res
idence was undergoing more in the
way Of a general toilet than thai
which had been finished at the Kin
ney house. The front door stood wide
open and the little hall and front room
presented a swept and garnished ap
pearance. All the flower pots on tbs
window ledge had green paper covers
and Haunted many brilliant colors, fol-
flowers bloomed under the ministra
tons of Mrs. Dobbs' easy good nature
AS Miss Cynthia was opposite the
gate the lady OF the house came
around from the side yard with 6
bucket Of foaming whitewash in hel
hand and an old broom, whose brush
was swathed IN rags.
Now, Bonnie, I've done caught you
fair! Come on and finish that last
panel of fence you done got tired or
last week You've put the brush
away so as not to find II handy, but
these rags on a broomstick is just
as good. Make him come, Miss Gym
THE" And Mrs. Dobbs smiled a 10
vial appeal to Miss Cynthia to use her
influence with the reluctant Bonnie.
why. boys like to whitewash, Mrs
Dobbs," answered Miss Cynthia en-.
couragingly. How nice everything
looks, everywhere"
well. it oughter, for Miss Seliny
Lue come around and walked us all up
long fore five o'clock. I'm afraid to set
down, fer am so stiff that mightn't
be able to git up again." answered
Mrs. Dobbs, plaintively.
well, l know Bonnie and Ethel
Maud are going to stay now and help
you get done so you can rest" said
Miss Cynthia with a significant glance
at the two deserters. who fell to on
the fence with will
'Be sure and notice them new lace
curtains Mis- Jim Peters is a-putting
up in her front windows" Mrs. Dobbs
called after her as she started down
the street Miss Cynthia smiled and
nodded as she looked over with inter
est at a slender figure poised on a
chair by the window in the little cot
tage opposite the grocery. Mrs. Jim
Peters waved her hand in greeting
and Miss Cynthia caught a glimpse
of the precious little cradle through
the open door.
The front regions of the grocery
were deserted and presented their
usual unitarian appearance, except
that huge punches of fragrant sweet
fern were set around in different
homely receptacles and arranged with
a decidedly artistic effect.
Miss Cynthia's eyes roamod delight
edfy over the cool, dark interior, but
N second were focused on a scene
In the back of the store.
On the floor. collar fiaring. sleeves
rolled to his shoulders and grit by an
ample bingham apron, knelt Mr.. Alan
with large tub full of squirming ba-
bies before him, and with praisewor-
thy despatch he was polishing of the
head of Carrots o. the flaming hair
The brother of Carrots wiggled and
splashed and seemed intent on deep
sea dive.
Here, young man, can't scrub
Carrots and keep you up too. Sit
tight moment, can't you, old slip
pery?" The voice had slightly anx
ious note.
Lands alive, Mr.. Alan, you hadn't
oughter soaped them both to oncti'
said Miss Selma Lue's voice from the
Iean-ta. Just hold 'em still until !
button Blossoms neck and put Glenn
mic on the floor and I'll come. A soapy
baby amt thing to take risks with
j can tell you"
Gould / help?" Miss Cynthia's
voice was sweetly solicitous, but II
acted on the be-aproned scrubber T.
the manner expected of a two-pollr r
bomb. He sat back on the floor 81
suddenly that Carrots slipped danger.
ousIy and the other Flarity almost &C
complished his plunge. A man on his
knees before a deep tub of water with
a soapy baby in each hand is at dis.
advantage In the way of greetings to
q lady who has walked right out of a
dream, and not a word rose to the
troubled surface Of Mr.. Alan's mind.
Miss Cynthie, honey, grab one OF
them children, quick!" Miss Selma
I.ue called. Mr. Alan hain't had the
experience to manage two, and if they
slip there viii be a mighty ruckus
with both of them in the crying way
In a moment Miss Cynthia was on
her knees by the tub, had rescued the
brother Of Carrots and was holding
him firmly unc er his arms with both
hands. Not for worlds would she
have attempted to go on with the
rites of the bath; holding up was
fraught with anxiety enough for her
nerves. Across the dripping. bobbing
heads her eyes met the artists, and
there ensued q few moments Of silent
breathless mfrth that wellnigh inca
pacitated them both and threatened
disaster to the bathers.
"oh, Miss Selma Lue. come get
him quick am going TO let him slip
in a minute" she gasped. Look
out, Carrots is turning over, Mr.. Kent
Do hold him right side up"
sTbara low" said Miss Selma Lue