The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-07-10
WHIIIAKERS
 PLACE
By JOSEPH C. LINCOLN
Copyright. 1908. by D. Appleton 6 Go.

Copyright. 1908. by D. Appleton 8 Go. to be there. Be more talk than q nt- tie if want. Git dap. Dan'H You're 9lower'n the moral law" .~
 ''So you're goin' to do your own cook in' for a spell Cy2' observed Asaph half hour later. 'ewell, I guess that's a good idea till you can find the right housekeeper. I ain't been able to think of one that. would suit you yet-''
 ''Nor I either. Neither's Bailey, judge, though for awhile he. was as full of suggestions as a pine grove is of wood ticks. He started to say some thin about it. top me last night, but Ke- tury hove in sight and yanked him off Do prayer meetin'-''
 "Yes, know. She cal'lates to get him into heaven somehow"
 1T guess 'twouldn't be heaven for her unless he was around to pick at. There he comes now. How'd he get out of Wipin' dishesY Y'
 MT. Bangs strolIed into the yard.
 'sHelIop' he hailed 'T was on ny, way to Simmons on an errand. and thought I'd stop in a minute Got somethin' to tell you, Whit
 "Au right Overboard with 1t! It won't keep long this hot weather"
 Bailey smiled knowingly Didn't hear the up train whistle as I was comin' along?'' he asked ''Seems to me I did Yes! We'll. if atn't mis- taken somebody's comin' on that train somebody for you, Cy Whitaker"
 ''Somebody for meF'
 ''Um-hum! I can gen'raIy be de pended on, cal'late, and when you says to me, Bailey, you get me housekeeper,' didn't lose much time. got her"
 MT. Tidditt gasped.
 .'Got her2' he repeated. ~Got who7 Got what? Bailey Bangs, what in the world have''-
 Relay, Ase,". ordered Captain Cy. @sBailey, what are you giv1n' usT'
 "Gfvin' you housekeeper and a good one, too, shouldn't wonder. She may not be one of them $1o,000 prize museum beauties,' with a scorn- full wink at Asaph. ''but # what I hears true she can keep house. Any how she's kept one for forty odd year. Her names Deborah Beas1ey, she's a widow over to East Trumet, and if I don't miss my guess she's in the depot
 
 That's her on the aft thwart, judge. She ain't what you'd call spring pull let. is sheE'
 She certainly was not The occu- pant of the depot wagons rear seat was a thin. not to say scraggy. female, wearing a black. behowered bonnet and a black gown. A black knit shawl was draped about her shoulders, and she wore spectacles-
 "whoaI" commanded Mr- Lumley, pflottng the depot wagon to the side door of the Whitaker house. Dan1 Webster came to anchor immediately. Gabe turned and addressed his pas senger.
 Here we beI'' he shouted.
 ''Hey?' observed the lady in black.
 'sHere-webeG'' repeated Gabe, rais- ing his voice
 .tSee? See whatT'
 "Oh, heavens to BetsyI I'm getin' the croup from howlin-' I-say-here 'p-we-beI Get outl'' He accompanied the final below with an expressive pantomime indi- eating that the passenger was expect ed to alight. She seemed to under stand. for she opened the door of the carriage and slowly descended MT. Bangs advanced to meet her.
 'How dye do. Mrs. BeasleyT he said "Glad to see you all safe and sound.''
 Mrs. Beasley shook his hand Hers were covered as far as the knuckles by black mItts.
 How dye do. Cap'n WhittaIzerT' she said in a shrtn voice .'You pret- ty smart?'
 Bailey hastened to explain
 't1 ain't Cap'n Whitta kerE' he roared 'tI'm Bailey Bangs, the one that wrote to you"
 tHey7"
 MT. Lumley and Asaph chuckied- Bailey colored and tried again T afn't the cap'nr he whooped ''Here he is-hereT He led her over to her prospective employer and tapped the latter on the chest
 How dye do, sir2'' said the house keeper. 'T don't know's I just caught your name" I In five minutes or so the situation was made reasonably clear. Mrs. | Beasley then demanded her trunk and carpetbag- The grinning Lumley bore A l@7Ih