The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-07-29
CHAPTER xx1r1.

f~1 HAT was a wonderful ride. Emily sat in the captains lap he positively refused to let @ her sit beside him on the seat, although Peabody urged it, fearing the child might tire him-and her tongue rattled like a sewing machine She had a thousand things to tell-about | her school, about Georgianna, about her dolls, about Lonesome, the cat, and bow many mice he had caught, and about the big snowstorm. v
 ''Georgianna wanted me to stay at home and wait for you, Uncle Cy," she said, t'but teased and teased, and finally they said I could come over. I came yesterday on the train. MT. T1dditt went with me to the depot Mrs. Peabody let me peek into your room last night, and I saw you eating supper. You didn't know I was there, did youY'
 You bet didn't! There'd have been a mutiny right then if I'd caught sight of you. You little sculpin! Play in it on your Uncle Cy, was you? didn't know you could keep a secret so weII.''
 ooh, yes, canI Why, know an ever so much bigger secret too. It 1 is Why, most forgotI You just wait.''
 The captain 1aughing1y begged her to dfv'u1ge the big secret, but she shook her small head and refused The horses trotted on at"a lively pace, and the miles separating OstabIe and Bay port were subtracted one by one. It was magnificent winter weather. The snow had disappeared from the road, l Sv, the big drifts still heaped the fields and shone and sparhed in the sun shine. Against their whiteness the pitch pines and cedars stood darkly green and the skeleton scrub oaks and bushes cast delicate blue pencfled shadows. The bay, seen over the flooded. frozen salt meadows and dis tant dunes, was in its winter dress of the deepest sapphire, trimmed with whitecaps and fringed with stranded ice cakes. There were a-snap and tang in the breeze which braced one like a tonic. The party in the carriage was a gay one
 "Getting tired. captatn2" asked Pea body.
 "Who7 Me7 We'll, I guess not. Most home, Bos'n. There's the salt works ahead there.''
 They passed the abandoned salt works, the crumbling ruins of a dead | industry, and the boundary stone, now half hidden in a drift, marking the be- ginning of Bayport township. Then, from the pine grove at the curve far ther on, appeared two capped and | coated figures, performing crazy fan dango.
 'sWho's them two lunatfcs,'' inquired Captain Cy, "whoopin' and carry1n' on in the middle of the road? Has any body up this way had jug come by express or HeyI What? Why, you old idiots you'll Come here and let me | get hold of youF'
 The board of strategy swooped down upon the carriage like Trumet mos l quitoes on a summer boarder. They swarmed into the vehicle, Bailey on 1 the front seat and Asaph in the rear, room for him. There were handshak- I ings and thumps on the back. 1 "What you doin' way up here in the tain Cy. ''By the big dipper, I'm glad to see youI How'd you get here2'' "Walked,'' cackled Bailey, "frogged it all the way. Soon's Mrs. Peabody wired you was goin' to ride, me and l Ase started to meet you. Want you surprised ?'
 i seWe wanted to be the fust to say l howdy. old man," explained Asaph.
 ''Wanted to welcome you back, you know Eo be- vContinued.l safE