The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1911-08-11

gether 1t was something OF curiosity.
| Miss Dawes. who had come out to see
| the start looked at the 'sulky," then
| at Mr.. Bangs face and turned her
back Her shoulders shook.
1T used to be real nice carriage
when Ezra had It." commented the
widow admiringly. 1T needs Him and
sprucin' up now. but guess twill do.
Come" to Bailey. who had not risen
from the chopping block Hurry up
and harness OF Wen never get started.
Thought you wanted to get back for
dinner?"
Mr. Bangs stood up and heaved a
sigh.
III did" he answered slowly, but"
| with q glance at the sulky. "somethin'
seems to have took away my appetite
Teacher, do you mean to-
But Miss Dawes had withdrawn to
the corner of the house, from which
viewpoint she seemed to be inspecting
the surrounding landscape. Bailey
seized Henry BY the bride and back
| ed him into the shafts
Back up" he reared Back up,
tell you! You needn't look at me that
| way" he added in a lower tone. Il
can't help It. You amt any worse
ashamed than am. Therel The ark's
or the ways. All aboard"
Turning to the expectant widow, he
boosted" her, not too tenderly, up to
the narrow seat. Then he climbed in
himself. Two on that seat made a
tight fit Bailey took up the reins.
Debby leaned forward and peered
around the edge OF the curtains.
you" she shouted. you, Miss
t's-your-name- Dorcas! Come here
| q minute. want to tell you some
thin"
The schoolmistress, her face red and
her eyes moist, approached.
81 just wanted to say" explained
Debby, "that T amt real sure as that
diary's there. 1 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, 1 can get them Arizona pa
pers, and 7 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 cit 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.
Another gust tilted the carriage top
Debby clutched the arm still tighter.
why, it blows awful hardp she
cried. "r'd no idee it blew like this"
want to bout ship and 90 home
aginT whooped Bailey hopefully.
mo, nor she answered II guess
If you folks come ell 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 ut the Atwood
| house. which was in the immediate
rear of the Atwood store, was OF a
half hours duration Bailey refused
to leave the seat Of the sulky and sat
there. speaking to no one. not even
replying TO the questions Of q group
Of loungers who gathered to inspect
the ancient vehicle and professed to
be in doubt us to whether it had been
washed In with the tide or been cleft
to him I'm a will
At last Debby made her appear
ance, her arms filed with newspa-
pers- The latter she piled under the
carriage seat and then climbed 10 her
former place beside the driver. Hen
~. in response to a slap from the
reins, got under way once more The
axles squeaked and screamed.
Gee" cried one youngster from the
steps or the store. Its the steam
calliope. When's the rest Of the show
comin'T
"Hir yelled another. See how
close they're Rugged up together.
Amt they loyin'! It's weddin'"
"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
concerning the youth and beauty Of the
bridal couple and their chariot. Mr..
Bangs was In a state of dumb frenzy.
Debby, who without her trumpet had
heard nothing of all this. was smiling
and garrulous-
II found all the papers," she said
They're right under the seat I'm
goin' to look 'em over SOS to have
the interestin' parts all ready to show
Miss Dorcas when we get home. Amt
il nice found emp"
In spite OF her drivers remon-
strances, unheard because of the nom
adjustment or the trumpet, she reached
under the seat and brought out the
pile, Of Blazeton weeklies. With her
feet upon the pile to keep 1t from blow
In away. she proceeded to unfold
one of the papers It cracked and
snapped in the wind like loose main
| sail
Keep that drafted thing out Of my
face. won't your. shrieked the agon-
lied Bailey. "How'm goin' to see to
steer with that smackin' me between
the eyes every other secondT
Hey? Did you speak 70 me?" asked
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