Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1916-05-10

was u4leT uuIk "uen ADner
and Mary reached home. Mrs.
Trumbley was waiting on the
" porch. anxious to see the pur.
chases her daughter had made for her.
What under the sun kept you so
longT' she asked pettishly. i've been
to the door forty times and looked
down the road-done yore work an
mine both. Now Ill have to wait till
sun up to see how you matched the
CLOTH"
With much elation, Mary gave IN ex
PLANTATION Of the important deal Abner
had made. Howard won't 70 now,
mother. Think Of that"
Howard, Howard. Howard! Mrs.
Trumbley shifted contemptuously. ITO
hear you all chatter. body would con.
clude that the whole round world was
turn1n' fer that boy an nothin' else.
l hope you didn't make a fool O. yore-
self before Jim Tarp. A man with his
solid business head amt agoin' to visit
girl with serious intentions that Is
daft about rollin' stone like Howard
T1nsley."
$50 old Alb had fifteen hundred cash,
did he?" Tobias Trumbley drawled out
as he leaned In the doorway to catch
The conversation. his coarse shirt open
at the neck. Il knowed the old duck
had scads laid by fer a rainy day. but
I hardly lowed the pile was as big as
that. He won't lose nuther. Them
tWoll make that paper walk along:
you see eff they don't"
With the parcels unopened under her
arm. Mrs. Trumbley was turning to-
ward the dining room. Come on an
eat yore supper" she said to her
daughter. II hear Mr.. Daniel on the
porch now. Take Off that hat. Have
you gone plumb craZy?''
Mary stood hesitatingly. Pm not
hungry. mother-not a Bit Howard
treated me and Uncle Alb to ice cream
and cakes just before we drove out of
town. He was so happy over the trade
being closed that he insists on our do
Ing 1t, and
We'll, you amt goin' to sleep In yore
hat. shOrely?" Mrs. Trumbley retorted
sharply. What are you keeping it on
for?"
With slow fingers Mary united the
ribbons beneath her irresolute chin.
Il thought I'd keep it on because l
have toto run over to the Tinsleys,
but l won't need it now that It is
dark"
Over to Tinsley's! Did you ever"
exclaimed Mrs. Trumbley. What in
the name O. common sense are you 60
In over thar fer? You talked with that
old woman at the gate fully an hour
this mornin', an now you have to see
'er before you are ut home a minute
You will be sleepin' an eatin' over thar
next, l reckon"
Tut, tut, tut!' The exclamation was
Abner's. who was entering from the
rear, his loose shoes scraping on the
floor. do let the gal alone. l heard
'er promise Howard to run right over
to relieve his mothers mind. The pore
old creature Is nigh crazy, expectin' the
boy to go away tomorrow, an this
change In his plans will be glad tid1n's.
Go ahead, Mary. Old Alb understands
you eff yore ma don't"
Il understand 'er entirely too we'll
fer my peace O. mind" Mrs. Trumbley
sneered. ''She Is lettin' the entire
country know she has Howard Tinsley
on 'er mind-right now, too, when the
trif1n' scamp Is drivin' here an thar
with that stuck up Atlanta girl. l
heard-an' it come straight, too-that
him an her met old Ttnsley In the big
road t'other day an that Howard turn
ed his head In another direction an
didn't so much as nod to the man he
owes his all to-"
Howard looked away to keep from
havin' to stop an lick the old skunk In
public" Abner chuckled mischievously.
"Old Hiram has been shootin' of his
lip too free about Miss Langham. He
thinks because she shakes a merry toe
IN the gay quadrille an lets the boys
hold 'er tight agin 'em In the polka
that she is leadin' 'em all straight to
perdition. She amt exactly the sour
faced sort of females was fetched up
with, but l kind O. like 'er fer change.
l don't believe Howard ia ashamed ~