Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1911-04-27

DdIFN ilitu lOi lntf ttdthtl. Captain
ed the captain. "Ive told you about
her TIo. ho So that's the end of the
mystery huntin'. We go gunnin' for
Hcman Atkins. and we bring down
Debby Well, Ase, goin' to see the
old LADY,"
Mr. Tidditt's retort was emphatic.
Coin to see her?' he repeated. II
guess not, Godfrey scissorsl told
Seth. says l. I've had all the Debby
Beaslcy | want and ! cal'lnte Cy
Whitaker feels the same way Go
to see her. I wouldn't go to see her
is she was up in paradise a-hollerin'
for me-"
CHAPTER XIV.
va 81 RS BANGS" said the school.
l.FHl mistress rs II it was the most
Ill casual thing in the world. II
e-.-J want to borrow your hus-
band tomorrow. want him all day,
too, because I'm thinking Of driving
over to Trumet. and | need a coach
man. You'll go, won't you. Mr. Bangs"
Bailey, who had been considering the
advisability of asking for second cup
of tea, frightened up and looked
pleased.
"Why, yes" he answered. ''I'll 60"
Mrs. Trip ventured a limited ques-
ton concerning the teachers errand
Mt Trumet. The reply being noncom-
initial, the widow cheerfully prophe-
sled that she guessed twas going to
rain or snow next day. ITS about
time for the line storm" she added.
But 1t did not storm, although
brisk cold gale was blowing when aft
err breakfast next morning the horse
and team" with Bailey in his Sunday
suit and overcout and Miss Da ives on
the buggy seat beside him. turned out
Of the boarding house yard and start
ed on the twelve mile journey to Tru-
met
In Trumet Center. which is not much
Of a center. Miss Dawes alighted from
the buggy and entered building
bearing a sign with the words Metro
politan Variety Store. Joshua Atwood,
Prop'r, Groceries. Coal. Dry Goods. In
surancc, Boots and Shoes, Garden
Seeds, Etc" A smaller sign beneath
this was lettered Justice of the
Peace" and one below that read post
Office"
She emerged moment later, fol-
lowed by an elderly person in a red
cardigan jacket and ovcral!s.
Take the fust turnin to the left,
marm," he said, pointing IT'S pretty
nigh to East Trumet town hall. Fust
house this side OF the blacksmith shop,
about two mile. I'd say Windy day
for drivin', amt it? That horse Of
yours belongs in Rapport, | cal'late.
Looks to me like Hello, Bailey"
Hello, JOSH Grunted Mr.. Bangs,
adding an explanatory aside to the eff
feet that he knew Josh Atwood. the
latter having once lived in Bayport
But, say" he asked as they moved
on once more. have we got to 20 to
East Trumet? Jerushy! That's the
place where the wind comes from.
They raise it over there. Anyhow.
they don't raise much else Whose
h''1'r Nou gum ~.
He had asked the same question at
least ten times since leaving home. and
each time Miss Dawes had evaded il.
She did so now. saying that she was
sure she should know the house when
they got TO it.
The two miles to East Trumet were
worse than the twelve which they had
come. The wind fairly shrieked here,
for the road paralelcd the edge OF
high sand bluffs close by the shore,
and the ruts and thank you, marms"
were trying to the temper. Bailey's
was completely wrecked
"Teacher,' he snapped as they reach.
ed the crest Of long hill and quick
grab mt his hat alone prevented its
starting on n balloon ascension, get
ont spell, will you? I've got to swear
or bust. and longs you're aboard
can't swear What you standin' still
FOR, you?" he beloved at poor Henry.
the horse, which had stopped to rest
caFlate the critter thinks that last
cyclone must have bowed me sky
high, and he's waitin' to see where l
light, Git dap
Il guess | shall get out very soon
now" painted Phoebe There's the
blacksmith shop over there near the
next hill. and this house in the hollow
must be the one I'm looking for"
They pulled mp beside the house in
the hollow. A little story and a half
house It was, and. judging by the neg.
lccted appearance Of the weeds and
bushes in the yard. 1t Ind been unoc.
cupicd for some time. However. tho
blinds were now open, and n few
fowls about the back door seemed IN
promise that some one was living there
The wooden letter box by the gate had
a name stenciled upon II. Miss Dawes
sprang from the buggy and looked at
the box
YES" she snid. this is the p,ace.
VIII you come in, MIR Bangs? you
can put your horse in that barn I'm
sure, II you want TO-"