Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1911-03-30

full Of suggestions as q pine grove Is
Of wood ticks He started to say some
thin about it to me last night but ke.
fury hove in sight and yanked him Off
to prayer mcetin'."
yes, know. She cal'lates to get
him into heaven somehow"
II guess 'twoultln't be heaven for her
unless he was around to pick at There
he comes now. How'd he get out OF
wipin' dishes?"
Mr.. Bangs strolled into the yard.
'Hellor' he hailed. 81 was on my
way to Simmons on an errand, and
thought I'd stop in minute. Got
somethn' to tell you. Whit"
"All right. Overheard with 1t! 1t
won't keep long this hot weather"
Bailey smiled knowingly. Didn't /
hear the up train whistle as | was
comm alongT he asked Seems to
me | did. Yes. Well. IL l amt mis-.
taken somebody's comm on that train.
somebody for you, Cy Whitaker"
Somebody for me?"
"Un-hum! | can gen rally be de-
pended on, ! cal'late. and when you
says to me. Bailey. you get me q
honsekeeper.' | didn't lose much time.
| got her"
Mr.. Tldditt gasped.
Got herr" he repeated. Got who?
Got what? Bailey Bangs. what in the
world have
Delay, Ase" ordered Captain Cy.
Bailey. what are you giviu us?"
"Givin you housekeepcr and q
good one. too. | shouldn't wonder She
may not he one of them $4,000
prize museum beauties" with scorn.
full wink at Asaph. but If what |
hear's true she can keep house. Any
how she's kept one for forty odd year
Her names Deborah Beasley. she's Il
widow over to East Trumet, aud If !
| don't miss my guess she's in the depot
wagon now headed in this direction
That's her on the aft thwart. j judge
she amt what you'd cali "A spring pull
/ let, is she!'
She certainly was not The occu
! pant of the depot wagons rear seat
was thin, not to say scraggy. female
wearing black, bctlowered bonnet
and black gown. 4 black knit shawl
was druped about her shoulders. and
1 she wore spectAcles.
/ Whoa" commanded MIR. Lumlcy,
/ plotting the depot wagon to the side
door of the Wnittaker house. DAM
! Webster came to anchor Immediately
! Gabe turned and addressed his pas
scnger.
Here we BET he shouted.
"ueyY" observed the lady in black.
"Here--we--bew repeated Gabe, rails.
ing his voice.
See? See what?"
"Oh, heavens to Betsy. I'm Gettin'
the Group from howin.' 1-say-here
-we--be, Get out"
He accompanied the final below
with an expressive pantomime indi
eating that the passenger was expect
ed to alight She seemed to under
stand. for she opened the door of the
carriage and slowly descended Mr.
Bangs advanced to meet her
How dye DO. Mrs Beasley?" lie
said. Glad TO see you all safe and
sound"
Mrs ReaSley shook his hand. Hers
were covered as far as the knuckles
by black mitts
How dye do, Cap'n WhittakerT
she said IN shrill voice. You pref
ty smarsF
Bailey fastened to explain.
II amt Capn Whitaker" he roared
I'm Bailey Bangs, the one that wrote
to you"
Hey
Mr. Lumley and Asaph chuckled
Bailey colorcd and tried again.
Il amt the capnw he whooped
Here he is-herem
He led her over to her prospective
employer and tapped the latter on the
chest
How dye do, sirI" said the house
keeper Il don't knows | just caught
your name"
In five minutes or so the situation
was made reasonably clear, Mrs
Beasley then demanded her trunk anC
carpetbag. The grinning Lumley Dor,