St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1911-04-12

WTats-your-nam -DorcasI Come here
minute. want to tell you some
thin"
The schoolmistress, her face red and
her eyes moist, approached
81 just wanted to say" explained
diary's there. I burnt up lot of my
old letters and things a spell ago, and
seems to me burnt some old diaries.
too, but maybe that want one of 'em.
Anyhow, can get them Arizona pa
pers, and do want you to see 'em.
They're the most interestin' things.
Now" she added. turning to her COM
panion on the seat, "you can git dap
just as soon as you want to-"
Once out on the open road the sulky
received the full force Of the wind.
Mrs. Beasley clutched her drivers
arm.
Debby clutched the arm still tighter.
ssWhy, it blows awful hardP' she
cried. 'rd no fdee it blew like this"
want to bout ship and go home
aginT whooped Bailey hopefully.
'sNo, nor she answered. 81 guess
IL you folks come all the way from
Bayport I can stand it as fur's the
Center. But hurry all you can, won't
you? I'm kind OF 'fraid OF the
springs"
The widows stop at the Atwood
house, which was in the immediate
rear Of the Atwood store, was OF
half hours duration Bailey refused
to leave the seat Of the sullxy and sat
there, speaking to no one, not even
replying to the questions of a group
Of loungers who gathered to inspect
the ancient vehicle and protested to
be In doubt as to whether it had been
washed in with the tide or been cleft
to him In win.
At last Debby made her appear
ance, her arms filed with newspa-
pers. The latter she piled under the
carriage seat and then climbed to her
former place beside the driver. Hen
ry, In response to slap from the
reins, got under way once more. The
axles squeaked and screamed.
"Geew cried one youngster from the
steps OF the store. Its the steam
calliope. When's the rest OF the show
comm p
"Hiw yelled another "see how
close they're Rugged up together.
Amt they lovin'! It's weddin'p'
'.Shut upr' roared out the tortured
Bailey, whose hat had blown back
into the body Of the sulky, leaving
his bald head exposed to the cutting
wind.
The audience begged him to give
them lock of his hair and added
other remarks OF a personal nature
HAUL this bunnet straight, quick's
sver 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, Debbyr hailed the former.
whats the matter7 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
hiIl.'
overjoyed at the news.
"Humphr' she grunted. 81 most
wish he'd broke his neck Pesky, care
less thing, gettin' US run away with
and upset. Who's goin' to pay for
fixin' my sulky, want to known
"Mr. Bangs will pay for it, I'm sure"
said Phoebe soothingly. eff he doesn't
will. Oh. Mrs. Beasley, did you ind
the diary"
"Diary? No, no! l told you was
afraid I'd burnt it up. Well, I had,
and a whole lot more Of them old ones.
But did get all them Arizona papers
and took the trouble to tote 'em all the
way here SOS you could look at 'em.
And now''-she shook with indignation
and waved her hand toward section
of horizon where little white dots In
dicated the whereabouts of the Cou-
riers-"now look where they be!
Bowed from Dan to Beersheby! Come
on to the house and let me set down
l been standin' on my head till I'm
tired. Here, Jabez," to the blacksmith,
'you tend to that carriage, will your
She staIked of down the hill.
Phoebe was downcast and disap-
pointed She was convinced In her
own mind that the Honorable Atkins
had some hidden motive for his es-
pousal of the Thomas cause. Asaph's
fruitIess quest In Orham had not
shaken her faith. Captain Cy had re-
fused to seek Debby Beasley for infor-
nation concerning the Thayers, and so
she, on her own responsibility, had
done so. And this was the ridiculous
ending Of her journey. The diary had
been forlorn hope. Now that was
burned Poor Bos,n and poor some