Cheyenne record., 1915-04-08

tory over him or Angy's second cousin
Ruth came from Roverhead to spend
the day. or-wonder indeed to relate!
-the old man mended his roof or
painted the front fence. No matter
what happened Of consequence to Cap
tain and Mrs. Rose, Mr. Editor had
always been jealous to retail the news
before the auction sale of their
household effects marked the death of
the old couple, and OF Abe especially.
to the social world of Shoreville. What
man would care to read his name be-
tween the lines of such a news item
as this?
The Old Ladies' Homo is making prep
arations for its annual quilting bee. D"na-
tons of worsted. cotton batting. and lin
ings will be gratefully received.
Mr.. Editor touched his cap to the
two old men. He was keen.faced,
, boyish little man with laugh bigger
than himself, but he always wore a
worried air the day before. his paper,
weekly. went to pres. and he wore
that worried look now. Touching his
hand to his fur cap, he informed Sam
uel and Abe that news was "as
scarce as hens teeth;" then added:
Whats doing?"
| "Oh, nawthin', nawthin'," hastily re-
piled Samuel, who believed that he
hated publicity. as he gave Abe's foot
a sly kick. I'VE was Jest a-gwine
ter take leetle scooter sail" He ad-
justed the skirt Of his coat in an
effort to hide Abe's carpetbag, his own
canvas satchel, and huge market
basket of good things which Blossy
had cooked for the life-savers. Seen
anythink of that air Eph Seaman?"
Samuel added, shading his eyes with
his hand and peering out upon the
cleaning surface of the bay, over
which the white sails Of scooters were
darting like flock of huge. single
winged birds.
"Eph's racing with Captain Bill
Green" replied the newspaper man.
Captain Bills got an extra set of
new runners at the side of his scooter
and wants to test them. Say. boys"
looking from one to the other Of the
| old fellows, 80 you're going scooter
ing, eh? Lively sport! Cold kind of
sport for men Of your age. Do you
know, I've good mind to run in to-
morrow AN article on Long Island and
Longevity Taking headline, eh?
Captain Rose," turning to Abe as Sam
uel would do no more than glover at
him. "to what do you attribute your
good health at your time Of life?"
Abe grinned all over his face and
cleared his throat Importantly, but
before he could answer, Samuel
growled:
Ter me! His health an his life
both. dragged him up out OF death.
bed only a week ago."
The editor took out his notebook
and began scribbling.
What brought you SO low, Captain
Rose?" he inquired without glancing
up. Again, before Abe could answer.
Samuel trod on his toe.
Thirty mollycoddling women.folks."
Abe found his voice and slammed
the fist Of one hand against the palm
Of the other.
IF you go an put that In the pa
per. TI-Iu7
Words failed him. He could see the
sisters fairly fighting for the posses
sion of the Shoreville Herald tomor-
row, evening. as they always scram.
bled, each for the first glance at the
only copy taken at the home, and he
could hear one reading his name aloud
reading Of the black ingratitude of
their brother member.
Jest say" he added eagerly, that
the time fer old folks ter stick home
under the cellar door has passed, an
nobody is tew old ter 60 .a-gallivantin'
nowadays. An then yew might men
tion"-the old mans face was shining
now as he imagined Angy's pleasure
that Mis- Rose is gone deown ter
Twin Coves ter visit Mis- Samuel OAR
by fer week. an Cap'n Darby an
Cap'n Abraham Rose" his breast
swelling out, "is a-goin' ter spend a
week at Bleak Hill. Thar. hain,t that
Cap'n Eph a-scootin' in naow? l
guess them air new runners O. Bill
Green's didn't work. He hain't no
where in sight. He"
Les be a-gwine. Abe" Interrupted
Samuel. and leaving the editor still
scribbling, he led the way down the
bank with determined trudge. his
market basket IN one hand, his grip
in the other, and his lips muttering
that "a feller couldn't dew nuthin' in
Shoreville without gettin' his name