The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1911-02-14


Seeds. Etc" A smaller sign beneath
this was lettered Justice of the
Peace" and one below that read Post
Office
She emerged moment later. fol /
lowed by an elderly person in red
cardigan jacket and overalls.
Take the fust turnin to the left. !
marm,' he said. pointing. ITS pretty |
nigh to East Trumet town hall. Fust |
house this side of the blacksmith shop |
about two mile. I'd say Windy day /
for drivin'. amt it? That horse of
| yours belongs in Bayport, | cal'late.
Looks to me like Hello, Bailey"
Hello. Josh!' grunted Mr.. Bangs. |
adding an explanatory aside to the eff
feet that he knew Josh Atwood. the
latter having once lived in Bayport-
"But, say" he asked as they moved
on once more, have we got to go to
East Trumet? Jerushy! That's the
place where the wind comes from.
They raise it over there Anyhow.
they don't raise much else. Whose
house you goin' to-"
least ten times since leaving home, and
each time Miss Dawes had evaded it.
She did so now, saying that she was
sure she should know the house when
they got to it.
The two miles to East Trumet were
worse than the twelve which they had
come. The wind fairly shrieked here,
for the road paralleIed the edge of
high sand bluffs close by the shore,
and the ruts and thank you-marms"
were trying to the temper Bailey's
was completely wrecked.
Teacher" be snapped as they reach
ed the crest of long hill and quick
grab at his hat alone prevented it's
starting on balloon ascension, "get
out spell. will you? I've got to swear
or bust and longs you're aboard
can't swear. What you standin' still
for, your" he beloved at poor Henry,
the horse, which had stopped to rest
81 caPlate the critter thinks that last
cyclone must have blowed me sky
high, and he's waitin' to see where
light. Git dapr'
81 guess shall get out very soon
now" painted Phoebe. There's the
blacksmith shop over there near the
next hill, and this house in the hollow
must be the one I'm looking for"
They pulled up beside the house in
the hollow. A little story and half
house it was, and. judging by the neg
lected appearance of the weeds and
bushes in the yard, it had been unoc-
cupied for some time. However. the
blinds were now open, and few
fowls about the back door seemed to
promise tLat some one was living there
The wooden letter box by the gate had
a name stenciled upon it. Miss Dawes
sprang from the buggy and looked at
the box.
"Yes." she said, this is the place.
Will you. come in. Mr.. Bangs? You
can put your horse in that barn. I'm
sure. if you want to-"
But Bailey declined to go in. He
declared be was going on to the black
smiths shop to have that wheel fixed
He would not feel safe to start for
and Miss Dawes. knowing from life
; long experience that front doors are
merely for show, passed around the
main body of the house and raped Oh
the door in the ell The rap was mol
answered. though she could hear some
one moving about within and shril
voice singing The Sweet BY and BY
So she raped again and again, but
still no one came to the door At last
? she ventured to open it.
A thin woman with her head tied up
in colored cotton handkerchief was
+ in the room vigorously welding q
, broom. She was singing in high
cracked voice. The opening of the
door let in gust of cold wind which
struck the singer in the back of the
r neck and caused her to turn around
hastily.
I. "Heyv she exclaimed Land sakes
@ You scare a body to death. Shut that
r door quick amt hankerin' for in
, fuenzy Who are you? What do yor
o want? Why didn't you knock? Where's
my specs?'
She took a pair Of spectacles from
I the manteshelf and set them on tht
!, bridge Of her thin nose.
> 81 beg pardon for coming in!' shout
: ed Phoebe. You are Mrs Beasley
. aren't your
: 81 don't want none." replied Debby
:, with emphasis. $50 there's no USE
your wastin' your breath"
After some strenuous minutes the
visitor managed to make it clear tt
!, Mrs Beasley's mind that she was no
= a peddler. She tried to add a word o
:, further explanation, but it was effor
wasted
"'Tain't no user snapped Debby
~ II can't hear you. you speak so faint
. Wait till l get my horn. It's in tn
settin' room"