News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1911-03-22


moment and the whole upper half of
the sulky-body, seat, curtains and
Debby-tilted over the lower wheels,
and the rusted bolts failing to hold,
slid with thump to the frozen road.
The wind, catching it underneath as it
slid, tipped it backward. Then Henry
ran away.
Miss Dawes, left alone in the house
at the foot Of the hill, had amused her
self for time with the Beasley libra
ry, which partially filled shelf in the
sitting room
Sitting there, she was witness of
the alarming catastrophe on the hill
top and reached the front gate just in
time to see Henry go galloping by,
dragging the four wheels and springs
of the sulky, while sprawled across
the rear axle and still clinging to the
reins hung familiar bowling and
most wickedly profane individual Of
the name of Bangs.
The upper part of the sulky, with
its boxlike curtained top, lay on it's
side In the road. From somewhere
within the box came groans and
screams, greeting Phoebe, who ran to.
the spot.
The painting and alarmed teacher
stopped and peered into the dark shad-
ow between the dashboard and the
back curtain. All she could make out
at first We're a pair of thin ankles and
congress" shoes in agitated motion.
These bobbed up and down behind the
overturned seat and it's displaced cush-
ion
"Oh, Mrs, Beasleyr' screamed
Phoebe. Are you hurt"
The rescuer pulled the seat forward
and with an effort tumbled it clear of
the curtains. Debby raised herself
still higher. ,.
"Oh!" she groaned. "Talk about
Land sakes! Who's comm? Men, amt
it?"
She scrambled out of her prison on
hands and knees and jumped to her
feet with reassuring alacrity.
I'm a sight, amt II" she asked.
"Haul this bunnet straight, quick's
ever you can"
Miss Dawes, relieved to find that the
accident had no serious consequences
and trying her hardest not to laugh,
assisted the widow to rearrange her
wearing apparel. The blacksmith and
his helper came running up the hill.
Hello, Debby!' hailed the former,
Whats the matter? Hurt, be your"
Mrs. Beasley, whether she heard or
not, did not deign to reply.
The blacksmith pointed to his shop
in the hollow. Before it stood Mr..
Bangs, holding Henry by the bride
and staring in their direction.
Hes all right" volunteered the
helper" 1.-THE horse stopped runnin'
Soon's he got to the foot of the next
hill"
Mrs. Beasley was not apparently
overjoyed at the news.
"Humph." she grunted. II most
wish he'd broke his neck. Pesky, care
less thing, gettin' us run away with
and upset! Who's goin to pay for
fxin my sulky, want to knOw?
Mr. Bangs will pay for it, I'm sure" /
said Phoebe soothingly. 'lf he doesn't
| Will Oh, Mrs. Beasley, did you find |
the daryl"
DIARY? No, no! told you I was I
afraid I'd burnt it up. Well, | had. 81,
and whole lot more of them old ones /
But did get all them Arizona papers /
md took the trouble to tote 'em all the !
way here SOS you could look at 'em. |
And now"-she shook with Indignation
md waved her hand toward a section
IF horizon where little white dots in
Heated the whereabouts of the Cou-
'iers-''now look where they be! |
IN to the house and let me set down.
been standin' on my head till I'm
ired. Here, Jabez," to the blacksmith,
you tend to that carriage, will you?
She stalked off down the hill.
Phoebe was downcast and disap-
pointed. She was convinced in her
,wn mind that the Honorable Atkins
lad some hidden motive for his es-
,ousal of the Thomas cause. Asaph's
ruthless quest in Orham had not
shaken her faith. Captain Cy had re-
used to seek Debby Beasey for infor-
nation concerning the Thayers, and so
The. on her own responsibility, had
lone So And this was the ridiculous
.nding of her journey. The diary had
,een a forlorn hope. Now that was
burned. Poor Bos'n and poor some
me else!
Debby, marching down the hill, con-
inued to sputter about the lost week
les.
ITS an everlastin' shame" she de-
Jared. "I'd just found the one with
hat advertisement in it and was read
n it. | remember the part l read.
lain as could be. While we're eatin'
inner I'll tell you about it"
But Miss Dawes did not care for
Inner Like Mr.. Tidditt and the cap
ain. she had had about all the Debby
,easley she wanted.
Yes, yes. you will stop, too" affirm
d the widow. II want to tell you
lore about Blazeton. l can see that
this minute right afore
~ eyes-.Information wanted of my
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