The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-07-21

casual thing in the world, q want to borrow your hus- band tomorrow. I want him all day, too, because I'm thinking of driving over to Trumet, and I need a coach man You'll go, won't you, MT. Bangs ?"
 Bailey, who had been considering the advisability of asking for a second cup of tea, frightened up and looked pleased.
 "Why, yes,'' he answered, 'tI'11 go.'' Mrs. Tripp ventured a hinted ques- don concerning the teachers errand at Trumet- The reply being noncom- initial, the widow cheerfully prophe- sled that she guessed twas going to rain or snow next day. ''It's about time for the line storm,'' she added.
 But it did not storm, although a brisk cold gale was blowing when aft CT breakfast next morning the "horse and team," with Bailey in his Sunday suit and overcoat and Miss Dawes 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 center, Miss Dawes alighted from the buggy and entered a building bearing a sign with the words Metro politan Variety Store. Joshua Atwood, Prop'r, Groceries. Coal, Dry Goods, In- surance, 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 a moment later, fol- lowed by an elderly person in red cardigan jacket and overal1s.
 ''Take the fust turn1n' to the left, marm,'' he said, pointing. Its pretty nigh to East Trumet town hall. Fust house this side of the blacksmith shop, for drfvin', ain't it2 That horse of yours belongs in Bayport, I cal'late. Looks to me like Hello, Bailey!''
 Hello, Josh!' grunted MT. 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 go to East Trumet2 Jerushyi That's the place where the wind comes from. They raise it over there. Anyhow. they don't raise much else. Whose house you goin' to?''
 He had asked the same question at least ten times since leaving home, and each time Miss Dawes had evaded it. 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 paralleled the edge of high sand bluffs close by the shore, and the ruts and ''thank-you-mar1ns'' were trying to the temper. Bailey's was completely wrecked
 Teacher" he. snapped as they reach ed the crest of a long hill and a quick grab at his hat alone prevented it's starting on a balloon ascension, "get out spell, will you? I've got to swear or bust, and 'long's you're aboard I can't swear What you standin' still for, you?' he beloved at poor Henry, the horse, which had stopped to rest. q cal'late the crttter thinks that last cyclone must have blewed me sky high, and he's wattin' to see where I light. Git dap!'
 'I guess I shall get out very soon now" panted Phoebe, There's the | blacksmith shop over there near the next hill, and this house in the hollow must be the one Pm looking for.''
 To be Continued.)
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