The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-17
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AbOut without their husbands, who're allus gittin divorced You never sec ! newspaper without readin' somethin about their goins on. Shes ben here more'n week an hasn't ben to either church. An she did not attend thNice cream sociable-th' last O tn season too. Hasn't been in tn village but three times. am never speaks t no buddy"
 Actress, no doubt of it.''
 t.Who,s an aetress?'' boomed a male voice from the kitchen doorway, and Uncle Billy marched ill-
 There was fiutter, nothing more. The four women were rather spell bound over the suddenness of his ap pearance.
 ...Are you talkin bout Miss Wynne, who I'm fshin'? Well, I'll have y know, now n hereafter. she ain't no actress
 How'd you know she ain,t?9 asked his wife.
 How'd 1 know? Amt I got leyes'n ears? She aint no actress. She don't no no self sauvertisin', an self adver- tisin' $ meat n drink t all tn actors l ever see. Keep your meddlin' tongues Off'n Miss [Wynne- That's all I've got r say.''
 He flung his cap savagely into a corner. Fks The three visitors. rose, settled their b0nnets dfgnifed1y, smoothed their gowns and stalked out, not, however. missing the opportunity of extending 3 commiserating glance at Uncle Billy's better half.
 NOW look what you went an doney' -on the verge of tears.
 ..Whut I went an done! Dodgast it! Them busybodies'
 -sWillyum.''
 T tell y, I won't have 'em in my kitchen.
 Your kitchen E flor the benefit of the three who were just passing the window.
 My house, then, if that'1 suit y bet ter. Buzzin' away decent folks's repi- tations. Them three make more trou- bIe n a sturgeon in a nest O bass eggs. Tell everything they hear, n ball it all up when they tell it. They drove two ministers out O tn village already with their twistin' tongues. An Whut rifles me is, you let lem in here t bulldoze you int believin' all they say
 He yanked his supper off the back of the stove and ate it with deal of banging and Eattling and rumbHng. s~I'm sure don't ask em t come here with their tales sure that the trio were now out of earshot.
 ..Mebbe; but I notice y don't stuff your ears none.s He got up from the kitchen table. ..s'F anybody wants me I'm out t tn boathouse; got t overhaul tn dinged engine. F I was rich I'd throw thu blame Ioony oP sputterer int tn middle O the 1aker'
 He worked by lantern. He had the tops of the cylinders off when Cranford came in.
 Billy. do you want to make $10?"
 Ten?. Well, now!''
 .I want you to take me over to King ston right away
 tWhutAtnight?'' ssYes.,'
 Cant be done, Mfr Cranford. Do it fer nuthfel' in a minute If coulG- First place. I'm takin' tn engine apart; sec ond place, they ain't no oil, not till t'morrow mornin' An whut tn dick ems y want t go t Kingston fer?''
 tT want vcry much to see a man there
 ..sakes alike. why didn't y see him this afternoon ?'s
 Didn't want to keep Miss Wynne. who was tired. Can't possibly go. fllen?'
 Nope. Tickiish job. anyhow goins over in tn dark. Smells windy. Take tn boat in tn Inornin'."
 Anybody else could get?''
 Nope. No oil anywheres. Tank wasn't filled this afternoon. Goin' out t Pidgin t'morrowi"
 Hang Pidgin! Mark my words. Billy, you'll ges caught out there one of these days and caught hard
 But ain't hungry fer Pidgin," pro tested Uncle .BiIIyl
 You ought to be able to fake up some excuse.
 Not with Miss wynne Hstenfn'',
 Cranford chewed the stem of his pipe
 'sI suppose I'll have to give up the idea Of going over to Kingston. In- stead I'll go out to the farm and give Miss Wynne a lecture and try to con vince herSof the real danger this time of the year. A big blow is due. You remember wien we hit GaIoo.''
 T afn't fergfttfne It none. Say, is Miss Wynne an actress ?"
 A what? Good Lord, no! What put that idea into your head ?''
 ''I dunno,'' uneasily
 '1'm familiar with the faces os all the well known women of the stage. and Miss Wynne's is not among them. But it wouldn't matter a lot if it was
 TouIdn.t2.,
 of>of7 course not What the deuce is on your mind?'
 Well began Uncle Billy difidently, twiddling the screw of the wrench in his hand and eying it severely-"wel. some O tn dinged females we ben stuftin' tn missus that Miss Wynne's an actress. I told 'em she wasn't
 Would it make any difference if she was2'
 Not t me. But them kind O folks ain't thought much of in tn village
 'sWhyg'
 Lord. dunno whyr'
 Billy" said Cranford when he hao