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»Between Two Tires«
By ANTHONY HOPE
“ A w ise man w ill make more opportunities
than he finds. ”
— F ra n cis Bacon.
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C H A P T E R X X II.
The night came on, fair and still, dear
H d starlit; but there was no moon and
outside the immediate neighborhood of tht
aaain streets, the darkness was enoug!
to favor our hope of escaping notice with
oat being so intense as to embarrass our
footstep«. Everything, in fact, seemed to
be on our side, snd 1 was full of buoy­
ant confidences as I put my revolver In
aay pocket and, on the stroke of midnight.
Ulole from my lodgings. I looked up to­
ward the bank and dimly descried three
or four motionless figures^ whom I took
• to be sentries guarding the treasure. The
street itself was almost deserted, but from
where I stood I could see tfce Piataa
crowded with a throng of people, whose
ahonts and songs told me that the Colo­
nel's hospitality was being fully appre
rioted. There was dancing going on to
the strains of the military band, and ev
•;.ery sign showed that our good citisens in­
tended, in familiar phrase, to make a
night o f it.
I walked swiftly and silently down to
the jetty. Yes, the boat was all right ! 1
looked to her fires, and left her moorstl by
one rope ready to be launched into the
calm black sea in an instant. Theu I
strolled along, by the harbor aide. Here
I met a couple of sentries. Innocentlj
I entered into conversation with them,
condoling on their hard fate in being kept
on duty while pleasnre was at the helm
in the I'iaxza. Gently deprecating such
excess of caution, I pointed out to them
thp Stationary lights of The Songstress,
fonr or five miles out to sea, and with a
respectful smile at the Colonel’s uneasi­
ness, left the seed I had sown to grow in
prepared soil. I dared do no more, and
bad to trust for the rest to their natural
. inclination to the neglect of duty.
When I got back to the bottom o f Lib­
erty street, I ensconced myself in the
shelter of a little group of trees which
stood at one side of the roadway. Just
ncrohs the road, which ran at right an
gies to the,street, the wood began, and a
quarter o f an hour’s walk through its
shades would bring us to the jetty where
the boat lay. My trees made a perfect
screen, snd here I stood awaiting events.
For some time nothing was audible but
an ever-increasing tumult of joviality
from the Piazza. But after about twenty
minutes I awoke to the fact that a con­
stant dribble of men, singly or in pairs,
had begun' to flow past me from the Pi-
szt i, down Liberty street, across the road
behind me. and into the wood. Some were
in uniform, others dressed in common
clothes; one or two I recognized as mem­
bers of Johnny Carr’s missing band. The
strong contrast between the prevailing
revelry and the stealthy, cautious air of
these passers-by would alone have sug­
gested that they were bent on business;
patting two and two together, I had not
the least doubt that they were the Presi­
dent's adherents making their way down
to the water’s edge to receive their chief.
Ho he was coming; the letter had done
its w ork! Some fifty or more must have
come and gone before the stream ceased,
and I reflected, with great satisfaction,
that the Colonel was likely to have his
bands very full in the next hour or two.
H a lf an hour or no passed uneventful­
ly ; the bonfire still blazed; the songs and
dancing were still in full swing. It was
close upon the fateful hour of two, when,
looking from my hiding place I saw a
slight figure in black coming quickly and
faarfully along the road.
I recognized the Signorlna at once, as
I should recognize her any day among a
thousand, and as she paused nearly oppo­
site where I was, I g«*ntly called her
name and showed myself for a moment.
She ran to me at once.
“ Is it all right?” she asked, breath-
Icssly.
“ We shall see in a moment,” said I.
“ The attack is coming off ; it will begin
directly.'
M
But the attack was not the next thing
we saw. W e had both retreated again to
the friendly shadow whence we could se<
without being seen. Hardly had’ we set
tied ourselves than the Signorina whis­
pered to me, pointing across the road to
the wood :
"W h a t’s that. Jack?”
I followed the line of her finger and
made out a row o f figures standing mo-
t ion leas and still on the very edge of the
wood. It was too dark to distinguish in­
dividuals ; but even as we looked- the si­
lent air wafted to onr eager ears a low-
voired command :
* *•
’ “ Mind, not a sound till I give the
a&rd.”
i • .“ The President!” exclainied the 8ig-
pdrina, in a loud whisper.
’ •“ Hush, or he’ll hear,” said I, “ and
kve’ re done.”
-.•Clearly nothing would happen from that
ooarter till it was called forth by events
hi the opposite direction. The Signorina
was strongly agitated; she clung to me
closely, and I saw with alarm that the
w y proximity of the man she stood In
mtch awe of was too much foe her com­
posure. When I had soothed, and I fear
lulf-frightened, her into stillness, I again
turned my eyes toward the Piazza. The
fire had at last fliekered out and the revels
seemed on the wane. Suddenly a body of
men appeared in close order, marching
down the street toward the bank. JVe
stood perhaps a hundred yards from that
building, which waa. in ita turn, about two
hundred from the Piazza. Steadily they
came along; no aound reached ua from
the wood.
This is getting interesting.” I said.
• "There’ ll be trouble soon.”
Aa near aa I could aee, the Colonel’s
band, for auch it waa no doubt, did aot
number more than Ave-and-t«fenty at the
outside. Now they were at the bank. I
J could hardly^see what happened, but there
i seemed to be a moment’s pause; prohnhiy
' someone had knocked and they were wait­
ing. A second later a loud shout rang
through the street an<ij I saw a group of
Agnrcs crowding round the door and push-
i Ing a way into my poor bfchk. Then I
beard a abort, sharp order from behind,
"N o w ! Charge 1” .
,
Aa tha word was given another body of
m t j t m —
ranked by ns fnJ
zt their head we saw the President, fcwprd
in hand, running like a young man ind
reckoning his men on. Up the streetthey
■¡wept. Involuntarily we waited a moment
.o watch them. Just as they cam* nfcar
the hank they sent up a shout :
'T h e President ! the President ! Death
to traitors!”
' t
Then there was a volley, and they clos­
ed round the building.
“ Now for our turn, Christina,” said I.
She grasped my arm tightly, and we
sped across the road and into the wood.
It seemed darker than when I came
through before, or perhaps my eyee were
dazzled by the glare of the street lamps.
But still we got along pretty well, I help­
ing my companion with all my power. ,
“ Can we do it?” she gasped.
“ A clear quarter of an hour will do it,
md they ought to take that to finish'off
he Colonel.” For T had little doubt of
the issue to that melee.
On we sped, and already we couk) see
he twinkle o f the waves through the-thin-
>ing trees. Five hundred yards mòra, and
there lay life and liberty and love!
Well, of .course, I might have known.
Everything had gone so smoothly up to
nqw,. that any student -of the laws of
-haute could have foretold that fortune
was only delaying the inevitable slap in
:he face. A plan that aeemed wild and
risky had proved in the result as effectual
is the wisest scheme. By a natural prin­
ciple of comiiensation, the simplest obsta­
cle was to bring ua to grief. “ There’s
many a slip,” says the proverb. Very
l.kely ! One was enough for our busi­
ness. For just as we ueared the edge of
the wood, just as our eyes were gladdened
by the full sight of the sea across the in­
tervening patch of bare land, the Sig­
norina gave a cry of pain and, in spite
of my arm, fell heavily to the ground. In
a moment I was on my knees by her side.
An old root growing out of the ground !
That was all ! And there lay my dear,
girl white and still.
“ What is it, sweet?” I whispered.
“ My ankle !” she murmured ; “ oh. Jack,
ic hurts so !” and with that she fainted.
, H a lf an hour— thirty mortal minutes I
knelt by her side ministering to her. I
bound up the poor foot and I fanned her
face with my handkerchief. In a few
minutes she came to, bu tonly, poor child,
to sob with her bitter pain. Move she
could not, and, would not. Again and
again she entreated' me to go and leave
her. A t last I persuaded her to try and
bear the agony of being carried in my
arms the rest of the way. I raised her
as gently as I could, wrung to the-heart
by her gallantly stifled groan, and slowly
and painfully I made my way, thus bur­
dened, to the edge of the wood. There
were no sentries in sight, and With a new
spasm of hope I crossed the open land and
neared a little wicket gate that led to
tb* jetty. A sharp turn just before we
reached it, and, as I rounded this with
the Signorina lying yet in my arms, I
saw a horse and a man standing by the
gate. The horse was flecked with foam
and had been ridden furiously. The man
was calm and cool. O f course he waa!
It was the President !
C H A PTE R X X III.
My hands were full with my burden,
and before I could do anything I saw the^
musale of bic revolver pointed full— at*
me? Oh, no! A t the Signorina!
“ I f you move a step I shoot her through
the heart, Martin,” he said, in the quiet­
est voice imaginable.
The Signorina looked up aa she heard
his voice.
“ Put me down. Jack ! It ’s no use,” she
said ; "1 knew how it would be.”
I did not put her down, but I stood
there helpless, rooted to the ground.
“ What’s the matter with her?” he said.
“ F ell and sprained her ankle,” I re­
plied.
f
“ Come, Martin,” - said he, “ it’s no go,
and you know It. A near thing; but
yofi’ ve just lost.”
"L et me put her down, and we'll have a
fair fight.” •
He shook his head.
“ A ll very well for young men,” he «aid.
“ A t my age if a man holds trumps he
keeps them."
“ How long have you been here?”
“ About two minutes. When I didn’t
see you at the bank I thought something
was up. so I galloped on to her house.
No one there ! So I came on here.' A
good shot, eh?”
in the bitterness of my heart I efityjd
hardly speak. But I was not goin f to
play-either thè cur or the fool, so I said;
“ Y.our trick, sir, and therefore jjjj&r
lead.' I must do what you tell me. Take
the revolver if you like,” and I nodded k»y
head to the pocket where it lay.
“ No.’^Jje said, “ I truat you."
“ I bar a reaoue,” said I.
“ There will be no rescue,” said * he
grimly.
“ The Colonel
won’t c<Rpe.
Whoae house is that?”
<•
It waa my boatman’s.
“ Bring her there. Poor child, ahe suf­
fers !”
W e knocked ùp the boatman, who thus
did not ge( hia night's rest after all. H i*
astonishment may be imagined.
“ Have yon a bed?” «aid the President.
“ Yes,” he stammered, recognizing hia
interlocutor.
“ Thep carry her up, Martin ; and you,
send your wife to her.”
I took her up, and laid her gently on
the bed. The President
followed me.
Then we went downstairs again into the
little parlor.
“ Let ua have a ta li,” he said.
The President sat down. I was sur­
prised at his leisurely, abstracted air.
Apparently he had nothing In the world
to do but sit and keep me company.
“ I f your excellency,” said I. instinc­
tively giving him hia oW^title. “ hah busi­
ness elsewhere yon can leave me safely.
I shall not break my word.”
, “ I know that, I know that,” he an­
swered. “ But I ’d rather stay here; I
want to have a talk. Yon see there’s no
danger now .¿There’s no one left to lead
them against me.”
“ Then tha Colonel Is----- T
*<■«," he said gravely, “ bo io dead. 1
;
W .? t# .
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“ In tho attack r
I dainty box. Inside which reposed s beau­
ORIGIN or THANKSGIVING DAY.
“ Not axoctly; the fighting was over. A
tiful watch, suitably Inscribed.
very abort affair, Martin. They never
“ Why, mamma,’ ’ exclaimed
Martha,
Tn 1831 the United States was a tiny babe In English long clothes; snd
had a chance; and aa toon aa two or throe It happened that there waa a great scarcity o f food In that little colony that
“ we’ ll have a second Thanksgiving day
had fallen and the rest saw me, they
now, won’t we? That wind and snow
had settled on Massachusetts bay— they were threatened w ith famine. The
thrt [/ up the sponge.”
brought me good fortune, though I didn't
prospect
grew
dark
and
ominous;
the
people
were
brave;
but
their
anxiety
v.lnd the Colonel r
think it wee very nice then.” — Farm L .fa
“ He fought well. He killed two o f my grew very keen fo r all that, and they knew not where to turn for earthly aid.
fellows; then a lot o f them flung them­ It was the wont o f those early pilgrim s to turn to God in times o f need and
Noe S ent tn Vain.
the elders decided that a special day be set a«lde fo r fasting and prayer. Be­
selves on him and disarmed him.”
“ And you killed him in cold blood?"
fore the day arrived, however, their long expected boat hove In sight snd the
The President smiled slightly.
day set aside for fasting aud praying waa transformed Into one o f ch eer; good
“ But for your scheme I should have dinners and hearty thanksgivings prevailed.
ThTfi was the first general
come back without a blow,” he continued;
Thanksgiving o f which we have any record; It was by no means the la s t;
“ hut then I should have ahot McGregor
from that day to tbla successive Governors and Presidents have set apart
just the same.”
many different days fo r special Thanksgiving fo r some propitious event in
“ Because he led the revolt?”
“ Became,” said the President, "he has State or o u n ty .
A fter ‘be Revolutionary W a r was successfully ended Washington ap­
been a traitor from the beginning even to
the end— because he tried to rob me of ail pointed a Thanksgiving day that was universally observed with the greatest
I held dear in the world. I f you like,”
rejoicing, m we may w ell believe, and a fter our own sad C ivil W ar waa
he added, with a shrug, “ because he stood almost er.ded President Llnootn proclaimed another o f sim ilar sort. Many
between me and my will. So I went up hearts w ere full o f g r ie f then, yet there was much to be thankful for.
to him and told him his hour was come,
For over a century now the States o f New England have set apart a
and I ahot him through the head. He
died like a man, M artin ; I will say that.” day In the autumn fo r giving thanks to God fo r the many blessings o f the
year. It gradually came to seem a very pleasant, appropriate custom, snd
(T o be continued.)
W idow Gobbler— Yee, Dr. Quack, my
one State After anotaer adopted It, until now, fo r many years past, the
dear husband devoted hie life to char­
President has Issued a proclamation fo r s day o f public thanksgiving through­
itable purposes; he was served at •
N E W G A M E ON T R A I N » .
out the Union. This day Is one o f our legal holidays, a day that rich and
Thanksgiving dinner for the poor!
A b o u t M a n w i t h C urtía u u d F u r T o o
poor alike can spend as they w llL W e all welcome It w ith delight, snd It is
S n r e - T h ln g B et.
K illin g fo r a Turkey.
a day peculiar to America only.
A forlorn Individual, w ith a “ tele­
Plain bread filling is always nice. Tt
scope” grip in one band and an empty
baby’s been crying for milk all morning would require at least one loaf of stain
pociiet hook in the other, enlightened
bread and one-fourth pound of butter.
and I didn’t have a mite to give him.”
the detectives at the union station the
When Martha cams to the bouse where It should be three days old at the very
Reduce it to fine crumbs, salt
other day concerning the latest wrinkle
her last customer, Miss Webster, a maid­ least.
and
pepper
to the taste. Use no water,
In confidence games, according to the
en lady, lived alone on a side street, she
was surprised to aee that snow had not milk or baking powder. There Is mois­
Kausas City Star. The melancholy one
I f you
yet been^ removed from the doorstep. All ture enough from the turkey.
had Just been relieved o f $50 by a
wish tq, add oysters drain all the liquor
was very quiet, and Miss Webster could
couple o f chance acquaintances on a
off them, see there are no shells, roll in
be neither seen nor heard. Martha bang­
train.
bread crumbs and drop them in through
ed the door, stamped her feet and rattled
the dressing. There should he about on#
“ This is how it happened,” said the
the
milk
can
to
attract
attention.
Then
Peter had scarcely closed his eyes
aud one-half pints of large oysters.
tra veler: “ I was coming from Okla­ Before his hair began to rise,
she felt sure something must be wrong,
Before putting the turkey in the oven,
homa, and a fter leaving Fort Scott sat For who should be perched on hie bed
and set out (to investigate. She opened
But Bsrnyzrd Turkey, fierce and red!
the door leading from the sitting room brush it all over with soft butter and
In. the smoker w ith a man who got on •Peter,” he roared, " I zsw to day
into the hall. There lay Miss Webster put it in breast down. Place the turkey
at that station. W e chatted a bit and You looked a t me az If to aay ;
‘Aha ! You are so fat snd fine—
unconscious,
with & look of agony on her on a rack over a pan -containing two
were watching a game o f crlbbage Ou Thanksgiving I'll make you m in er
face.
Martha
felt a strong impulse to cups o f hot water. It is well to have for
among some traveling men across the Don't say you didn’t, for I know
bastiug also a pint o f hot water on th#
run. She conquered the feeling, got her
Your greedy nature makes you so.”
aisle when a man enflie through the car "Oh. sir,” cried Peter, “ that must bs
stove in which are three level table­
milk can and dashed some of the icy
spoons o f batter. At first turn on full
witn a pack o f playing cards in bis Some other lad that looka like m e;
cold liquid over Miss Webster’s face, and
I am not greedy, sir, at a l l ;
beat, then reduce the heat roasting th#
hand. H e stopped by the cribbage play­ In
at length she opened her eyes. The poor
fact my appetite le small.”
last
hour and a half with slow heat
ers and asked them to buy the cards. "F ib b e r !" cried Barnyard Turkey. “ W hat I lady waa too dazed to talk, but only moan­
Shall I destroy you on the spot? •
ed about her foot. Martha tried her best
They refused, so lie turned to our se a t: Did
I not aee you do your best
H e H n a I t C o m in g .
to assist her up, bat found it impossible.
“ ‘Gentlemen,’ he said, T ’d like to To eat my brother, legs and breast.
So she made 'her as comfortable ns she
sell these cards. They aré o f unusual­ T ill you were stuffed so full w ith 'h im
It Alm ost made my senses swim?
could, and started for help, i
ly good quality, and I ’ll sell them for But now things are the other way,
In the next house an Irish family lived.
There'll be no more Thanksgiving Day,
the price o f an ordinary deck.’
Mrs. Mulcahy caught sight of the milk
\Ve gobblers have It In our view
“ ‘ L et’s see,’ said my sent mate, tak­ To turn about and gobble you.”
cart.
ing the pack. T don’t see nnythli\g re­ With that he puffed and puffed until
“ And is It milk ye’ve got?” she asked
He grew as big as any hill—
markable about these. They look like So big the walls just burst apart.
joyously.
“ The saints be good to ye.
And Peter woke up with a start.
child, for bringing it.
I ’ll take three
ordinary 25-cent cards to me.’
With trembling voice he sighed; “ Oh, d ear! quarts, if f t please.”
“ ‘ A ll right,' replied the owner o f Turkey lz bad for me, I fear.”
“ She’s a foine lady,” said Mrs'. Mul-
the cards in an offended tone; *lf yon
eahy when Martha slated her errand,
can’t distinguish the difference In the
"and faith, darling, it’s meseif would be
quality o f cards, there’s no use in my
glad to do something, but Timmy’ s got
wasting time talking to yon.’
the measles, and my man ain’t home,
“ He reached fo r the pack, and as It
neither, so what kin I do, at ail, at all?”
Martha concluded to go directly for
was banded back to him one o f the
the doctor. Fortunately Dr. Brown had
cards fell to fhe floor, apparently un­
just returned from the Wheeler farm.
noticed by the owner. My seat mate,
“ P te got • notion to get down and
Leaving the milk cart at the barn. Mar­
however, saw the card fa ll and said
tha got into the doctor’s sleigh, and they punch that conceited fellow once or twice
ban terin gly:
drove back to Miss Webster’s. Her ankle just for luck.”
“ ‘Those cards may he extra fine, but
“ Don’ t do it. He'll get • dressing in •
was broken, aa Martha had guessed, and
I ’ll bet there is not a full pack there.'
she assisted the doctor wliHe he set the few days.”
fracture. When he had finished, he said:
“ Th e owner o f the cards glared In­
A B o y ’ s T h a n k s g iv in g M r no.
“ Now, little girl, just stay here a while
dignantly at my seat mate.
longer
till
I
can
get
somebody
to
come
No
real Thanksgiving dinner would
“ ‘ You say you w ill?’ he exclaimed.
and take care of our patient, and then be complete without pie; indeed, it is
‘N ow what w ill you bet on that?’
we'll go home and than’ fully eat our din­ said that a certain 8-year-old lad, on be­
“ My companion had already covered
ner.”
ing asked to write out what he consid­
the card on the floor with his fo o t
No Thanksgiving dinner had ever tast­ ered a good bill of fare, offered this:
“ ‘Oh, I'll call anything you’ ve got,’ - “ Great Thanksgiving weather we’ll be ed so good to Martha before, though she
F IR S T CORSE.
having. I ’ m thinking,”
remarked Mr. missed her parents. The doctor insisted
he lnughed.
Mince Pte
j
B E K O N D CORSE.
“ W ithout more ado the card sales­ Wheeler as he came in to supper. “ It ’s upon heaping her plate at every oppor­
Pumpkin
P
ie
and
Terkey
man lugged out a bundle o f bills and snowing hard, and the wind is coming tunity.
T H IR D COUSE.
Lemon I ’ le
T erk ey
Cranberries
Late in the afternoon Martha drove
announced that he didn’t like to take up.”
F O U R T H CORSE.
“ Oh, goody,” exclaimed Martha in high home, tired but happy. Her father was
candy from infants, but that be would glee.
Custard
Pte
Apple
P
ie
Mlnee PI#
“ What’s Thanksgiving
without comfortable, ahd was quite as much In­
Chocolate Cake
Ice Cream
bet a hundred, even money, that the snow?"
P lu x Pudding
terested as her mother in listening to the
pasteboards In his hand composed a
Dessert
The next morning,it was still snowing, narrative of her experienc.
Hie
full deck o f fifty-tw o cards, not count­ and the wind was busily piling up gyeat
But Martha's Thanksgiving surprises
“ ’Twon’ t be a pleasure were not all ended. A few days later her
ing the joker. This, o f course, looked white drifts.
L o c k in g In R e s p e c t
,
like Christmas expense* to us, who trip to go to the village with the milk,” father, who had nearly recovered, came
“ I have a great respect for gray hair,*
knew that one card o f the pack lay on said Mr. Wheeler, as he prepared to home one morning and gave her a huge said the humorous boarder as be raised
start, “ but I s’pose I ’ ve got to.”
He bundle.
the floor.
his eyes from his plate.
found the traveling even worse than he
“ Miss Webster told me to give that to
, “ That’s very creditable o f you, Mr.
“ ‘I'll let you in on half o f the bet,’ expected; it was very late when he reach­
said my seat mate generously, and, o f ed the village, and he did not return home yon,” he said. “ It’s good and heavy, Jellahy.” said the landlady.
whatever It is.” The bundle proved to
“ But I have no respect.” said the hit«
course, I Jumped at the chance.
till nearly dark. Not being a robust man, contain a mammoth turkey. Around ita morons boarder, “ for gray feathers!"
“ Th e money was posted, the cards he was completely exhausted from his ex­ neck was tied a blue ribbon to which a
Aud he Upped viciously on the tough
were counted and the (leek found to ertions, and during the night became ill. card was attached bearing the words: fragment of turkey that
lay
befor#
“
Whatever
shall
we
do?”
Mrs.
Wheeler
be complete.
My seat mate and the
“ For Miss Martha Wheeler, with the him.— Cleveland Plain Dealer.
asked
Martha
despairingly.
“
We
must
card salesman left the train at the
compliments of those whom she made
have the doctor, and how to get the milk happy on Thanksgiving.
Look at my
Used to Be • C a llin g Day.
next station. O f course, I see it all
to town is a problem. And Thanksgiving heart.”
In the middle o f last century It w a i
now— that is, all but one thing;
Day. too !”
Martha was nearly overcome by this fashionable, and therefore customary, to
“ W hy did It not occur to me that
“ Oh, I ’ ll go,” volunteered
Martha, gift, but she proceeded to investigate the
make calls. Thanksgiving day rivaled
there was something odd in a man cheerfully. “ I ’ll tell Dr. Brown to come
meaning of the card's last sentence. The New Year’s day in this respect. Society
having $100 who had a moment before right up, and then I ’ ll peddle the milk. inside of the turkey proved to be neatly
folk dined at noon and then held rece^
been trying to peddle a two-bit pack of I ’ ve been with father ao many times that lined with white paper and contained k tions.
I know all the customers.”
cards?”
Martha bundled herself up, put on her
A n U p lif t .
mother’s rubber boots, and two pairs of
UNCLE SAM’S BOUNTEOUS THANKSGIVING.
“ Y er honor,” protested the seedy mittens, and net out. "Old Billy must
prisoner, “ dis Is Jlst a case o’ perl tee think I ’ m pretty heavy,” she laughed, as
persecution. D ey’se tryin’ ter keep me she drove out of the yard with the milk
down, yer honor. You ain’t goln’ ter cart.
Getting to the village, two miles away,
let ’em keep me down, are yer?”
was not an easy matter for a girl not
“ Certainly not,” replied the magis­
yet sixteen. The roads were not brazen
trate. “ I ’m going to send you up for out, and badly drifted. The milk cans
ninety days.” — Philadelphia Ledger.
humped into each other with great force,
and Martha had several narrow escapes
T he U su al W a y .
from an npsetting. Bat finally, Grafton
..“ Which hen is it that cackles s<j was reached, and Martha drove through
much louder and longer than all th# the almost deserted streets to Dr. Brown’s
rest?’* asked the farm er's wife.
house.
When she had stated her errand, the
“ I t ’e that big speckled one over
there,” «a id the hired man. “ The on* doctor promised to go to her father im­
that lays those measly little egg* about mediately, and urged her to come in and
the size o f a bantam's.” — Detroit Free rest.
“ Oh, no, I can’ t,” exclaimed Martha.
Press.
“ I ’ ve got all the milk to peddle, and I ’ m
very late already. People need their milk
W i s e C h a p e ro n .
Eva— Yes, at first ray chajteron in­ for dinner, and the babies will be crying
sisted upon a light In the parlor. Why, for it, too.”
Marths net out on her rounds. When
Jack actually kissed her in mistake for
•he opened the door of Mrs. Judaon. her
me. .
first customer, that lady started as though
Edna— G racious! And what did sho •he saw a ghost.
say?
"Mercy sakes, child,” «he cried, catch­
Eva— Nothing, only now she Insist* ing her by the arm and seating her in a
upon the parlor being dark every night. • chair by the stove. “ How on earth did
you get here? I ’m mighty glad to see
you. There ain’t a milkman been around
T h e S h re w d B o rro w er.
“ Trim ble came Into my office to-day yet. Where’s yonr, ps?"
“ He’s sick snd couldn’t come, and I
and asked me for $5.”
thought folks couldn’t get along without
“ O f course you refused him.”
milk on Thanksgiving Day, anyway, now
“ No. I let him have It immediately. much do yon want?”
H e was smoking one o f /hose rope
" I ’ll take five quarts,” answered Mrs.
stogtes and I wanted to get him out Jndson, her heart aching for tired Mar­
and get the window open.” — Cleveland tha. “ I ’m going to pay yon double price
i for It, too, for you’ ve earned it. You’re
Plain Dealer.
! the only milkman’s had gumption enough
W i t h A p n ln g le a IS K i p l i n g .
to get around, so far.”
Everywhere Martha went she was
‘tybw York is to have a new forty-
greeted with exclamations of surprise
story skyscraper.”
In nearly every Instance
“ I thought it was to be thirty-nine.” and delight.
•hs waa voluntarily paid extra for ths
“ They concluded to add a fortieth.”
milk.
“ W hy?”
»
“ I ’ll bless yon to the last day I live,"
“ T h a t’s another story.” — Cleveland cried Mrs. Morton, when Martha clamped
Plata Dealer.
Into her kitchen with ths milk can- “The
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