The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-04-03

eFS anu the split IN the society COOk
place, no Regular minister had crossed
the threshold of seceder's dwelling
much less attended their services and
walked home with a member of theiI
congregation. She knew what this
amazing procedure was likely to mean
if her parson did not
WE'LL" she exclaimed when the re
cital was finished. WELL"
Tin afraid l was too hasty," OBJ
served Mr.. Ellery thoughtfully. per
haps it would have been wiser not to
have done it"
Perhaps 'twould. Yes, wouldn't
wonder a mite"
1T will be talked about some, | sup
pose. Don't you think SOP"
"At this moment one half of Tru1net
is talkin' about it and runnin' out to
tell the other half. ] guess I'd better
hurry up with this breakfast. We're
goin' to have callers"
Strange to say, however, this proph
ecy of early morning visitors did not
prove true. Nine o'clock, then ten
and no visitor came to the parsonage
Mrs. Coffin affirmed that she did not
understand it. Where was Didama
Where Lavinia Pepperf Had the "Tru
met Daily Advertiser" suspended pub
lication?
AT half past ten the gate slammed
Keziah peered from the window
"Humph!" she calculated. Here
comes Elkanah and he's got storm sig
nails set, by the looks. He's comm
after you, Mr.. Ellery"
Very WELL" was the calm reply;
"let him come"
"All right. Say, Mr.. Ellery, it's
none of my business, but l wouldn't
say anything about your seem Grace
home. That's none of his business.
either, or anybody else's.'
The head of the parish committee
stalked into the study and the door
closed behind him. rumble of
voices in animated conversation sue.
ceeded.
Mrs. Coffin went out into the kitchen
and resumed her business of making
Il uII1u-dppIS PIE.
She was looking down below the
door, which opened outward and was
swung partly back on its hinges. From
under the door projef ID boot, a
mans boot and one Of ample size.
Keziah's cheeks, already red from
the heat of the stove, Redeemed still
more. Her lips twitched and her eyes
sparkled.
Hunt" she said "They say you
can tell the Old Scratch by his foot
prints, even if you can't smell the
sulphur. Anyhow, you can tell Ham
mond by the size Of his boots. Come
out from behind that door this min
ute. Amt you ashamed Of yourself?''
The owner Of the boot stepped forth
from behind the door and seized her
by both hands.
"Halloo, Keziah!" he cried ioyfully.
my, but it's good to see you"
'Halloo, Natl" said Keziah heartily.
TITS kind of good to see you, too"
The rest Of him was in keeping
with his boots. He was big and broad.
shouldered and bearded. His face,
above the beard, was tanned to deep
reddish brown, and the corners of his
eyes were marked with dozens of tiny
wrinkles He was dressed in blue
cloth and wore wide-brimmed, soft
felt hat He entered the kitchen and
tossed the hat into corner.
Well" he exclaimed. why don't
you act surprised to see Teller? Here
I've been cruisin' from the Horn to
Barnegat and back again, and you act
as if I'd just dropped in to fetch the
cup of molasses borrowed yesterday.
What do you mean by it?''
"Oh, heard you'd made port"
did, hey? That's Trumet, sure
pop. You amt the only one.
sneaked off acrost lots SOS to dodge
the gang of neighbors that | knew
would be sailin' into our yard, the