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But this was evidently the casc,
for Lavinia closed the window,
and there was no turther obJec-
ton. MIN. Harrow, who was
never suited with anything, ana
made the most outrageous de-
mands, for which she gave no
equivalent, was regarded as very
important parsonage, it being
subsequently stlrnlised that the
Devines, on the contrary, "had
never been used to much" or they
would have complained Of their
! victuals."
The latter having been served,
and Mrs. Harlow appeased,
George turned his attention to the
pther boalnlers, who were ad-
dressed in turn, as Mrs. Peyton,'
Doc, Melon" MADAM Lam
ia" (humorously known as The
! Morning News and The Every
, Evening", Lot" and Hal 1t
was some time before Lavinia had
supplied the demand for vegeta-
bles ard "relishes," from all sides,
! but when she had, and retired 10
the end of the room, George aSa.n
turned to Marian, to whom from
that day he was never anything
| IT kind.
We'll, Mrs. Devine, are yo'
| goin' to the races ?'-this with a
! little smile which Marian learned
to like. "They're havin the
County Fair down yere to Bud
town, now, you know
Marian replied with truth that
she had not thought OF it. Her
husband was SO occupied that he
had little time to spare.
20, yo' needn't to go alone, y
said George, Hospitality. Some
of us is goin'. Yo' can go with
u.s."
"Ah, thank you, Mr.. Caves, "
cried Marian, but don't go any
where without my husband
At this reply of the young wife
smile, starting with Mrs. Lamia,
and gathering force between Miss
Harrow and Miss Charlotte,
crept round the table.
We'll, yo' needn't so if yo'
don't want to, said George grave
ly, but | tell yo' what it is, there'li
be some mighty p41etty trottin'
done! I'm a goin' over to Sui
phur Park, though he continued
in tone which implied that Bud
town Fair might do for amateurs,
but was altogether too tame a
show for connoisseurs. There's
racin' for yo! A hundred and
thirty ohrses entered. Nothin
but racin'; yer time amt all took
up with big Eunkins an hogs. Me
and Sam Dorsey's goin', Ever
see Sam Dorsey, Doc?"
NO. said the Doctor.
! Il tell yo' what it is," said
George, by way OF peroration.
I"Old Shipton's the garden spot OF
the world. 1t beats all for turn
in OUT smart boys. Me and Sam
| Dorsey went to school together,
and the instructors was always
| glad to see us comm. The chap
who learned us spellin' was a great
tall teller, morn six feet high. He
Used to sit on a big stool with
rungs on it, that he elm up an
down like ladder. One of these
yere long pins stuck into it would
assist him to git off, sometimes.
! We was all standin' round the
stove one mornin' and the boys
got to tellin' what their Pops had
on their farms. Sam spoke up af-
ter while, and says he"
Whats George talking about e.
enquired Mrs. Harrow, at this
stage of the narrative.
Tell her religion!' exclaimed
George, impatiently, upon whom
Mrs. Harrow's remarks always
acted as an irritant, if they did not
chance to amuse him. I'D heap
ruther be blind than deef! Well
Sam spoke up, and says he, L
bet my Pops got something on
his farm none o yours ain'tr p
'Wot?' says the boys. why,
says Sam, my Pops got a mort
gage on his farm.
| Deed, George, | think I'd tell
something original" said Miss
Charlotte, loftily. Are you inter-
ested in the present cvontroversy
between High and Low Church
Episcopalians, Mrs. Devine