The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1913-02-08

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{ Il thought the papers said" began
Billy. in her GLOW, anxious way to get
things right.
Eyes. they did," interrupted the Wa
termelon. "and they were right"
It was quite dark now. Bartlett
stopped moment while Alphonse lit
the lamps. and then they went on and
on, faster and faster, into the sum.
rner night. Once In q while they
passed a lighted farmhouse and q dog
rushed out and barked at them. Twice
they whirled through small villages
and the villagers. going home from
church, paused to watch them pass
and be swallowed up in the dark
ahead.
! The general had been worried 70.
Aeme time. They. were apparently get.
ting nowhere. He felt that he should
have consulted the blue book. He
was about to suggest that they stop
!. and get the book from the rear car,
when Bartlett waved toward the dark
bulk of a house looming out Of the
might, some; little way ahead.
~ That's the place" said he. Eve can
: spend the. night there and get one OF
the best chicken breakfasts ever
ate" 80"
The general looked at the place and
rallied his sinking spirits. 1t appeared.
dark and he should say It was desert.
Jed, but Bartlett doubtless knew what
he was talking about. The people
probably lived in the kitchen. He was
hungry and tired and the thought Of
hot sausages, bread and jam and milh
and then q soft cool bed was nearly
hs good as the reality. He turned
,gaily to the quiet three In the ton
'Inaau. -.
wake up and hear the birds sing"
.! Bartlett glanced back and laughed
Asleep. Ell? We're there" he added,
turning the car neatly into the open
driveway. Guess you won't refuse q
good supper very strenuously."
=. The drive was rough and they rolled
slowly UP to a great dark house, stand
ing on slight rise Of ground, q typi.
cal New England farmhouse. square
and gaunt and unadorned, with small
front stoop and long side porch.
From the trees behind the house,
came the dismal cry Of q boot owl
i - the carr: came to.a rest, and IN an.
a1eting cry from the grove across thu
.poGd. ~. - = 40 -;t2sj: -
Ghosts, whispered the general.
:. l. "Oh, hush," pleaded Billy. '"rhere 10
no need Of tooling with things like
that, 49,
"This house amt lived in," said the
Watermelon, as no slipped from the
car to straighten his cramped legs.
Folks gone to bed" explained Bart
=, lett cheerfully, since he was not the
one who had gone TO bed. I'VE will
Just have to rout them OUT
He shut of the power and alighted
from the car, pulling on his gloves. Al
phonse came up in the other car and
peered out at the dark, quiet, lonely
house and shook his head with fore
holdings. @
'"rhere isn't anyone here" insisted
the Watermelon. asleep or awakas
The general climbed out. III we mao
consulted the book"
my dear SIR" interrupted Bartlett,
= bit irrttated, "the book could not
possibly have told US that the family
!. had moved since last fall when spent
two weeks here, hunting"
Certainly not" laughed Henrietta.
who spent q good part Of her life steer
Ing with: infinite care and constantly
growing skill between the scylla Of
her fathers wrath and the Charybdis
Of the hurt feelings Of those whom the
general had offended. '"This IN simply
one of the unforeseen misfortunes Of
/. the road"
Besides" said Bartlett, Eve don't
know that the Higginses have gone!"
Don't you see that there aren't any
signs Of Nfe?" demanded the Water
melon. Ho had lived by his wits so
long that he noticed instinctively the
little things which mean so much and
are generally overlooked. IF there
was anyone here some window would
be open on night like this, wouldn',
itf' w.