Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1911-03-23
nan. I'm only tellin' you.

"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, TIeman IS fursightcd. and
| spose likely he's thinkin Of the days
when thercll be young rich fcllers--
senators and--and- well, counts and
lords, maybe cruisin' down here
courtn' her presume he don't want
those swells to sit on his front piazza
and see the crows buildin nests in the
ruins acrost the road If there's a sale
for taxes he wants to be fust bidder
Then when the place is his he can
tear down or rebuild just as he sees
cit. See|
yes. l see Well. | feel about that
the way Joe Dimicli felt when he
heard the doctor had told Elviry Pep
per she must stop singin In tie choir
or lose her voice altogether. Which.
ever happens II be an Improvement
says Cap'n Joe. and whatever Ueman
does II help the Whitaker place
What did you decide at the mectn'? z"
"Nothin.' We can't decide yet We
amt sure about the law, and we want
to wait spell, anyhow. But l know
how twill end Atkins II get the place
lie always gets what he wants, lie
man does"
"Well.' sighed Mr.. Bangs, 80 thatll
be the end of the old Whitaker place,
hey? Sho, things change in fellers
lifetime, don't they? You aud me can
remember Ase. when Cap'n Cy Whit
taker was one OF the biggest men wo
had in this town. so was his dad
afore him, the Cap'n Cy that built the
house ] wonder the looks Of things
hore now don't bring them two up
out OF their graves DO Won renlem-
bcr young Cy-'W'hit' we used to call
him. or Reddy Whit count Of his
red hnir?'
"Remomber Whit? Well, I should
say did. He was holy terror
yes, sir Want no monkey shines
or didos cut UP IN this town that
young Cy want into. Furs that goes
you and me was in ON, too, Bailey
We was all holy tcrroyS then Young
ones nowadays amt got the spunk we
used to have"
His friend chuclled.
That's So" he declared, that's
so. Whit was a good hearted boy. too
but full Of the Old Scratch and rs sot
in his ways as his dad, and if Cap'n
Cy want sot then there amt no sot.
ness. You'll go to college and be a
p2rson,' says the cap'n III 20 10 sea
and be sailor, same as you done.
says Whit. And he did, too. run away
one night, took the packet to Boston
and shipped aboard an Australian clip
per. Cap'n Cy didn't so after hir1 to
fetch him home No sir-ee-not a
fetch. Sent him letter plumb to
Melbourne and says he: You've
made your bed; now lay in it. Don't
you never dast to come back to me or
your ma he says. And Whit didn't
he want that kind"
Pretty nigh killed the old lady
| Whit's ma--that did" unused Asaph.
'She died little spell afterward. And
! the old man pinod away. too, but he
never give in or asked the boy to como
back. Stubborn as all get out 70 the
end he was and willed the place, ali
he had left, to them Hoves folks.
And nice mess they made CT it.
Young Cy he
Young Cyw interrupted Bailey
We're always calm him young g.
and yet when you como to think " it
he must be pretty nigh nfty-Gve now
most as old as you and l be. Wonder
If he'll ever come back hereY
You bet he won't" was the oracular
reply. Hes made all kinds Of money
they say, out Of hides and such. What
he ever bought his dads old place for
| can't see. Hell never come back
70 these common. one horse ATTITUDES
now you mark my word on that"
Bailey chuckled again.
1--WE was 4 Spunky, daredevil lot in
/ the old days. want We. Ase|' he said
"Spunll was kind Of born in us, as you
might say. And even now we're"--
The Atkins tower clock doomed once
& solemn, dienitied stroke Nj. Til
dit and his companion started and
looked Mt each other
Godfrey scissors Caspod Asaph
rs that half past 1927
Mr.. Bangs pulled a big worn silver
watch from his pocket and glanced nj
! the dial.
at Is" ne noaned. as sure's you're
/ born It IL! We've kept Koturv'a din.
ner wnitin' twenty minutes You and
mo ere in for it now, Ase Tidditt
Twenty minutes Late She'll skin us
! nhGcl"
Dir. Tldditt did not pause to answer
but plunged headlonG down the hill at
n race horse gait, Bailey pounding ut
bis heels. For born daredevils," self
confessed, they We're nervous and
aprrahcnsive pair
Tho perfect boarding house IS sit
u0ted a quarter of a mile beyond
Whittaker's hill, nearly opposite the
Salters homestead The sign, hung or
the pole by the front gate, reads
"Dayport Hotel. Bailey Bangs Pro
prietor," but no one except the strau
/ ger in Rapport accepts that sign serl
ously. When. owing TO an unexpected