The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1911-02-16
Cy Whittaker's
Place
By JOSEPH c. LINCOLN
Copyright. IcC8. by d. Appleton
& Co.
CONTINUED

"Humphv' he grunted 'Heman At
kins seems to be- Give me match.
Ase. won't you? Thanks. l under
stand there's a special prayer meetin'
at the church tomorrow night. AL
pheus. What's it for?''
"ForT' Mr.. Smalley seemed sur
prised Its to pray for rain. that's
what You know it. cap'n, as wells
I do. Amt everybody's garden dryin'
up and the ponds so low that we shan't
be able to get water for the cranberry
bitches pretty soon? There's need to
pray, should Think
"Humph! Seems a roundabout way
of gettin' thing, don't it? Why don't
you telegraph to Heman and ask him
to fix it for you? Save time"
This remark was received in horri-
Ted silence. Tad Simpson was the
first to recover.
"Cap'n," he said, you amt met Mr..
Atkins yet. When you do you'll feel
same as the rest of us. He's comm
home next week; then you'll see.''
A part at least of Mr.. Simpsons
prophecy proved true. Hon. Mr.. At
kins did come to Bayport the following
week, accompanied by his little daugh-
ter, Alicia, the housekeeper and the
Atkins servants. The honorable and
his daughter had been since the ad-
journment of congress on a pleasure
trip to the Yosemite and Yellowstone
park, and now they were to remain in
The meeting between Captain Cy
and Mr.. Atkins took place the morn
ing after the latter's return. The cap
tain and his two chums had been in
speeding the progress made by the car
penters and were leaning over the new
fence, then just erected, but not yet
painted. Down the gravel walk of the
mansion across the road came strolling
its owner, silk hated, side whiskered,
benignant.
Godfrey" exclaimed Asaph there's
Heman! See him, Whit?'
"Yup; I see him. Seems to be head
in this way"
"I-I do believe he's comm across"
whispered Mr.. Bangs. Eyes, he is.
He's real, everyday, Cy. He won't
mind if you amt dressed up"
Mr.. Tidditt removed his hat. Bailey
touched his. Captain Cy looked pro-
vokingly Indifferent. He even whis-
tied.
"Good mornin', Mr.. Atkins" hailed
the town clerk, raising his voice be-
cause of the whistle. "I'm proud to
see you back among us, sir. Hope you
and Alicia had nice time out west.
How is she-pretty smart?"
"Ah, Asaphv' he said "It is you
then? l thought so. And Bailey too.
It is certainly delightful to see you
both again. Yes, my daughter is well,
] thank you. She. like her father, is
glad to be back in the old home nest
after the round of hotel life and gay
ETY. which we have-er-recently I'M
dergone. Yes"
"Mr. Atkins" said Bailey, glancing
nervously at Captain Cy, who had
5tOppCo w ulStA1uS duu was lcSdIuluS
the Atkins hat and whiskers with an
interested air, 81 want to make you
acquainted with your new neighbor
You used to know him when you was
"a boy, but-but-er-Mr. Atkins, this is
Captain Cyrus Whitaker. Cy, this
Is Congressman Atkins. You've heard
us speak of him."
The great man started.
as it possiblew he exclaimed: rs it
possible that this is really my old play
mate Cyrus Whitaker"
"Yup." replied the captain calmly
SLOW are you. Heman? Pattern you
used to be. amt you? Washin'ton
must agree with you
Bailey and Asaph were scandalized.
Mr.. Atkins himself seemed a trife
A& SNkIjFlh