The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-07-22
WHIIIAKERS
 PLACE.
By JOSEPH c. LINCOLN
Copyright. 1908. by D. Appleton 6 Co.


 CT fetched home whole pile of them newspaper continued Debby. S'They was awful interestin'; full of pictures of Blazeton buildin's and leadin' folks and all. And in some of the back numbers was the advertise ment about MT. Higgins do wish could show 'em to you, but I lent 'em to Mrs. Atwood, up to the Center. If 'twan't such a ways I'd go and fetch 'em Mrs. Atwood's been awful nice to me. She took care of my trunks and things when I went west-yes, and afore that when I went to Bayport to keep house for that miser'bIe Cap'n Whitaker. ain't told you about that, but will by and by. Them trunks had lots of things in lem that didn't want to lose or have anybody see. My diaries-Tve kept a diary since 1850 and''-
 "Diaries?' interrupted Phoebe. grasp ing at straws. Did you keep a diary while you were at the Thayers7 7'
 ''Yes. Now. why didn't think of that afore? More n likely there'd be somethin' in that to help you with that geographical tree. I used to put dowr everything that happened and Where you gcin'Y'
 Miss Dawes had risen and was peer ing out of the window.
 'T was looking to see if nay driver was anywhere about" she replied. ''I thought perhaps he would drive over to Mrs. Atwood's and get the diary for you. But don't see him.''
 Just then, from around the corner of the house, peeped an agitated face; an agitated forefnger beckoned. Debby stepped to the window beside her visi- tor, and the face and finger went out of sight as if pulled by string. Miss Phoebe smiled.
 "I think I'll go out and look for him." she said. 'tHe must be near here. I'll be right back, Mrs. Beas- ! ley"
 Without stopping to put on her jack ct, she hurried through the dining room, out of the door and around the corner. There she found MT. Bangs tn highly nervous state. "Why didn't you tell me twas Deb by Beasley you was conin' to see?'' he demanded. ''If you'd mentioned that deef images name you'd never got me to drive you, tell you thatl''
 t'Yes,'' answered the teacher sweet fy, t'I imagined that That's why 1 didn't tell you. MT. Bangs Now I want you to do me favor. VIII you drive over to Trumet Center and de 1 liver note and get package for me? Then you can come back here. and shall be ready to start for home"
 'cDrive-drfve nothin'! The black smiths out and won't be back for an- other hour. His boys there, but he's g big enough 1unkhead to try bai1in' out dory with a fork, and that buggy axle is bent so it's simply got to be fixed. I'd no more go home to Ketury with that buggy as 'tis than I'd Oh, my land of loveY'
 The ejaculation was almost a groan. There, at the corner. ear trumpet ad- 5usted and spectacles glistening, stood Debby Beaslcy. Bailey appeared to wilt under her gaze as if the spectacles were twin suns.
 'tHow-how dye do, Mrs. Beasley?'' faltered MT. Bangs. ''I hope you're smart'
 "Yes.'' she answered 'sI'm pretty toler'ble, thank you. What was the matter, MT. Bangs? Why didn't you come in? Do you usually Gake your calls round the corner?' The schoolmistress came to the res cue
 ''You mustn't blame MT. Bangs, Mrs. Beasley," she explained. ''He wasn't responsible for what happened at Cap tain Whittaker's. He is tbe gentleman who drove me over here. T was going to send him to Mrs Atwood's for the diary"
 Who said I was blannin' him2 queried the widow. eff he was that little Tidditt thing might feel differ