The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1911-03-11

poStmark, and In that envelope was
draft ON a Boston banking house for
the sum due as taxes on the ICY
Whitaker place" The drafts were
signed Cyrus NJ. Whitaker"
But this particular year, the year In
which this chronicle begins. no draft
had been received. Asaph waited a
few weeks and then wrote to the ad-
dress indicated by the postmark. His
letter was unanswered. Next to the
harbor Appropriation the question of
what should be done about the ICY
Whitaker place" filed Bayports
thoughts that spring.
what in the world" repeated Bal.
ley, docs Heman want Of shebang
like that2 Amt he got enough al
readyg'
His friend shook his head.
"'Pears not" he said. II judge it's
this way, Bailey-Heman. he's proud
man
"well, amt he got right to be
proud2 Carlate you and med be proud
If we was able to carry as much sail
as he does, wouldn't wer'
Eyes, guess like we would. But
you needn't get red In the face and
strain your bier just because l said
that. l amt 6ndin' fault with He
man. I'm only teilin' you. He's
proud, as said, and his wife,
"She's dead this four year. What
are you resurrectin' her for?"
"Land! You're peppery as 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, Heman is fursighted. and
| I s'pose likely he's thinkin' Of the days
when there'll be young rich fellers-
senators and-and-well, counts and
lords, maybe-cruisin' down here
cour tin her. l 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 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
fit. SeeT
Eyes, / see. Well, feel about that
the way Joe Dimick felt when he
heard the doctor had told Elviry Pep
per she must stop singin' in the choir
or lose her voice altogether. which
ever happens IL be an improvement,
says Cap'n Joe, and whatever Heman
does II help the Whitaker place.
What did you decide at the meetin'?''
"Nothin.' We can't decide yet We
amt sure about the law, and we want
to wait spell, anyhow. But ! know
how twill end. Atkins II get the place
He always gets what he wants, He
man does"
"well." sighed Mr.. Bangs, $50 that'll
be the end of the old Whitaker place
hey? Sho. things change in a feller's
lifetime. don't they? You and me car
remember, Ase. when Cap'n Cy Whit
taker was one Of the biggest men We
had in this town. So was his dat
afore him. the Cap'n Cy that built tn
house. ] wonder the looks Of thing'
here now don't bring them two VI
out of their graves. Do you remem
Der young Cy-'Whit' we used to cal
him. or 'Reddy Whit count of hi
red hair?"
Remember Whit? Well. i shoult
say did. He was holy terror
yes. sir! Want no monkey shine
or didos cut up In this town tina
young Cy want into. Fur's that goes
you and me was In 'em, too, Bailey
J We was all holy terrors then. Youn
ones nowadays amt got the spunk W
used to have"
His friend chuckled.
That's So" he declared. that
so. Whit was good hearted boy. too
but full of the Old Scratch and as SC
In his ways as his dad. and II Cap
Cy want sot then there Amt no sol
ness. You'll go to college and be
parson.' says the capn. IN go to Sc
and be sailor. same as you done
says Whit. And be did, TOO. run ava
. one night, took the packet to Bosto
: and shipped aboard an Australian cliI
per. Cap'n Cy didn't 20 after him I
. fetch him home. No sir-ee-not
/, fetch. Sent him letter plumb
a Melbourne, and says he: 'You'y
: made your bed; now lay in 1t. Don
;. you never dast TO come back TO me {
q your ma he says And Whit dldn'
). he want that kind"
Pretty nigh killed the old lady
n Wits ma-that did" unused Asap
. she died little spell afterward. An
!. the old man pinned away. too, but /
!. never give in or asked the boy to con
d back. Stubborn as all get out to II
n end he was and willed the place. a
= he had left, TO them Howes folk
d And a nice mess they made OF
d Young Cy he
r, Young Cy!' interrupted Bale
J. We're always calm him young Cy
e and yet when you come TO think Of
a he must be pretty nigh fifty-ive nov
# most as old as you and | be- Wond
If he'll ever come back hereY'