The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1915-05-11

looking from one to the other of the
old fellows, so you're going scooter
ing. Ell? Lively SPORT Cold kind of
sport for men of your age. Do you
know, I've a good mind to run in to-
morrow an article on Long Island and
Longevity Taking headline, Ell?
Captain Rose" turning to Abe as Sam
uel would do no more than glover at
him, ito 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 mel His health an his life
both. l dragged him up out Of death
bed only 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-follss."
Abe found his voice and slammed
of the other.
''If you go an put that in the pa
per, Pll-Tll-'
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 go 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 a 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? !
| 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
bank with a determined trudge, his
market basket in one hand, his grip
| in the other, and his lips muttering
| that "a teller couldn't dew nuthin' in
Shoreville without gettin' his name
| in the paper" But a moment later
when the two were walking gingerly
over the ice to the spot where Eph
had drawn his scooter to a standstill
| Samuel fell into a self-congratulatory
| chuckle.
'He didn't find out, though, that
had my reasons for leavin' home tew
| Women-folks, be it only one, hain't
! good all the time fer nobody. l come
ter see Blossy twict year afore we
was married, regular; an naow,
caklate ter leave her twict a year
I fer spell. A week onct every six
months separate an apart" proceeded
the recently made benedict, lis what
makes a man an his wife learn haow
| ter put up with one another in be
tween times"
"Why, me an Angy," began Abe
''have lived tergether year in an year
out fer"
"All aboard!" interrupted Captain
Eph with a shout. Its a fair wind
l bet on making it in five minutes and
fifty seconds"
Seven minutes had been the record
time for the five-mile sail over the ice
to Bleak Hill, but Samuel and Abe
both vowing delightedly that the skip
per couldn't go too fast for them
stepped into the body of the boat and
squatted down on the hard boards
| They grinned at each other as the
scooter started and Eph jumped
aboard-grinned and waved to the
| people on the shore, their proud ole
thoughts crying:
Il guess folks will see now that
we're as young as We ever was!"
/ They continued to grin as the boat
spun into full flight and went whizzing
over the ice, whizzing and humping
and bouncing. Both their faces grew
red, their two pairs of eyes began to
water, their teeth began to chatter
but Samuel shouted at the top of his
voice in defiance of the gale:
ABE, we've cut the apron strings!'
'tHy-guy!" Abe shouted in return
his heart flying as fast as the sail
back to youth and manhood again
back to truant days and the vacation
time of boyhood. "Hy-guy, SamI!
Hain't we a-gwine ter have a reg'la,
A No. 1 spree."
CTO BE CONTINUED