“If They Ain’t Craiy, What Made 'Em Come tc Live at Nate Scudder's?”
By Joseph C. 1-in.coIn
s_Aitkob of "Cap'n Lri" T.rtnirs of the Tior' g
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SYNOPSIS.
Mr. Solomon Pratt began comical nar
ration of story, introducing well-to-do
Nathan S-udder of his town, and Kdward
Van Brunt and Martin Hartley, two rich
New Yorkers seeking rest. Because of
latter pair's lavish expenditure of mime..
Prru's tirst Impression was connected
with Innatie-s.
CHAPTER I.—Continued.
We cut across Sears' meadow, and
the frogs was beginning to squeal and
the crickets to chirp. To me them
earl} summer noises are as cheerful
and restful as a teakettle singing or a
cat purring. But, all at once. Hart
ley, the sick one, stopped and held up
his hand.
‘Heavens. Van!" he says. "It sounds
like the ticker," and he said it so
prayerful and sad.
Van Brunt shook his head. “Don't
it?" says he. “I can see the tape run
ning off that tree. Green Apples Pre
ferred, 106 bid and S asked.' Is there
no escape?” he,says.
I left ’em on the hill by the Baptist
burying ground. I watched ’em walk
ing down the road, big and straight
and handsome, and I pitied 'em from
the bottom of my heart.
“Sol Pratt," says I to myself, "here's
a lesson for you. You're old and home
ly and your hank account is nothing,
minus a good deal, divided by naught;
but don't you never complain again.
S’pose you was good-looking and rich,
but out of your head, like them two
poor young chaps. Dear! dear!”
And I thought about ’em and pitied
'em all that evening, while I was fry
ing my herrings for supper. I hope I'll
get credit soinewheres for all that
pity.
CHAPTER II.
The Man.
I see 'em pretty often during the
nest week. They used to loaf down to
the landing of a morning, smoking
cigars, and with their hands in their
pockets. Crazy or not, there was a
something about 'em that kind of got
me; I own up I begun to like 'em. in
spite of their tophamper being out of
gear. As a general run I don't hanker
for the average city boarder. He runs
too much to yachting clothes and
patronizing. Neither the clothes nor
the airs set well; kind of look like
they was second-hand and made over
for him by the folks at home. When
one of that kind is out sailing with
me and begins to lord it and show off
afore the girls the Dora Bassett *s
pretty apt to ship some spray over the
bow. A couple of gallons of salt
water sliced off a wave top and poured
down the neck of one of them feliers
iB the best reducer 1 know of; shrinks
his importance like 'twas a flannel
shirt.
But Nate Scudder's private patients
wa n t that kind. Not that they wa'n't
dressed. Land sakesl I don't s'pose
they wore the same vests two days
running. But they looked like they
was used to their clothes, not as if
they'd just been introduced and didn't
feel to home in ’em. And they didn't
patronize none to speak of; called me
“Skipper” and “Sol” just as sociable
as could be. And as for the girls, they
never looked twice at any of the hotel
ones. Tnem two skittish females that
I took over to Trumet U6ed to get in
their way and beg pardon and giggle,
hoisting flirtation signals, so to speak,
but Van Brunt and Hartley wouldn’t
even come up into the wind; just kept
on their course like they wras carrying
the mail. ’Twas these two females
that first named ’em “The Heavenly
Twins;” ’twas shortened later to "The
Heavenlies.”
Every time I took the Heavenlies on
a cruise the more certain I was that
they were loons—harmless ant^ good
natured, of course, but loons just the
same. Most generally they carried
a book along with 'em and read it out
loud to each other. They'd read a
spell and then step and break out
with: “By Jove! that’s so. He's right,
isn't he?" You'd think that book was
a human almost, the way they went on
about it. I've heard a minister do the
same way over the Scriptures; but
this wa n t the Bible; the name of it
was “The Natural Life." 1 borrowed i
once to look at, but ’twas all foolish
ness to me; telling about money being
a cuss, and such rot. I've been eussea
considerable sence I first went to sea,
but not by money—no, sir!
But Van Brunt would read three ox
four fathom of rubbish out of “The
Natural," and then heave to and say:
“Odd we didn't think of that afore,
Martin. It doesn't count for much,
does it? Well, we're through with it
now, thank God! Look at that sun
set. Have a smoke, skipper?”
And then he'd pass over a cigar that
had cost as much as ten cusses a box,
if I'm any judge of tobacco.
One night, just as we were coming
into port. Van sa%s to me:
“Sol,” he says. “We may want you
and the boat to-morrow. My man'll
let you know in the morning. Mean
while just dodge the nautical bunch at
the hotel, will you?”
I was a good deal shook up. I'd al
most forgot that keeper.
“Man?” says I. “Oh, yes. yes! I see.
1 Is he here now?”
“No; coming to-night, I believe. By
by. Just consider yourself engaged
till you hear from us.”
x uc; «aincu uu auu icu uic LlilliK*
ing. Thinks I: “It's a fair bet that
that keeper don't let you two go boat
ing by yourselves again.”
So the next day about half-past nine,
when I'd just about decided to let
some of the boarders have the Dora
Bassett, I looked up from my fish
lines and here was a feller coming
dow-n the wharf.
He was a kind of an exbihit for
Wellmouth. as you might say. Least
ways he was bran-new for me. Six
foot two over all, I should judge, and
about two foot in the beam. Cast a
shadow like a rake handle. Dressed
up and precise, and prim as a Sunday
school superintendent. He looked sort
of gospelly, too. with his smooth upper
lip and turned-down mouth, and little
two-for-a-eent side whiskers at half
mast on his cheeks. But his eyes was
fishy. Thinks 1: “No sir-eel I don't
want to subscribe to no Temperance
Advocate, nor buy 'The Life of Moses
and the Ten Commandments,’ nor I
don't want to have my tintype took
neither.”
He stook still by the stringpiece of
the wharf and looked me over, kind
of grand but wrell-meaning, same as
the prince of Wales might lock at a
hoptoad.
"’Elio,” says he.
"Hello, yourself," says I. keeping on
with my woi*
“Mr. Edward 'as ordered the boat
for 'alf past 11.” he says. .
“I want to know,” says I. “How’ll
he have it—frit 1?”
"Beg pardon?” says he.
“You're welcome,” says I. I can
stand bc-'ng patronized, sometimes, if
I'm paid for it, but I didn’t see this
critter developing no cash symptoms.
"My good man." he says; “you rin-.'t
understand me. I said that Mr Li
ward 'ad ordered the boat alf
past 11.”
“I know you dll. And I asked if he'd
have it fried.”
He seemed to b • urnintr this over
in his mind. Anu >.ith every turn he
got more muddled. I’d cbnciuded bv
this time that he wa’n’t a book agent.
What he was though I couldn’t make
out nor I didn't much care. He riled
me. this feller did.
“Lock ’ere," says he, after a minute.
“Is your name Pratt?’’
“Yup," I says. “On Thursdays it is."
“Thursdays?” says he. “Thursdays?
What—what is it on Fridays?”
“Mister Pratt,” says I, pretty aver
age brisk.
He seemed to be more muddled than
ever. He looked back towards the
hotel and then at me again. I had a
notion he was going to sing out for
help.
“My man,” he says, again. “My
man—”
“Humphi'' I interrupted. ‘ Well, if
I’m your man whose man are you?"
And, by time! he seemed to under
stand that’! "I'm Mr. Edward Van
Brunt’s man," says he, "and Mr. Ed
ward ’as ordered the boat for alf—”
And then I begun to understand—or
thought I did. ’Twas the keeper. Well,
in some ways he looked his job.
”0—oh!” says I. ’ All right. Yes.
yes. I heard you was coming, Mr.—
Mr.—”
"Opper," says he: “James ’Opper.”
“Proud to know you. Mr. Opper,”
says I, which was a lie. I'm airaid.
“Not Hopper,” he says. "Qpper.”
“Sure! Opper’s what I said,” says I.
He got red ia the face. "’Opper," he
says. “Haiteh—o-p-p- -r."
“Oh, Hopper!” I says.
“Of course. ’Opper,” he says.
I felt as if I’d been sailing a race
and had made a lap and got back to
the starting buoy.
"All right," says I. “What’s an H
or two between friends? How's your
patients, Mr. Opper Hopper?”
“Look ’ere. my fine feller," he says.
"You're too fresh. For a 'a-penny I'd
come down and put a 'end on you."
And right then I give up the idea
that he was a retired parson. Parsons
don't talk like that.
“You would?" says I. “Well, you go
on putting ’’cads' on the poor lunatics
you have to take care of and don't
try any of your asylum games with
me. Tvvould be safer for you and
wouldn't interfere with my work.
What do you want?”
“I'm Mr. Edward Van Brunt's va'dy
—” he says—" is man-servant; and 'e
'as ordered you to—"
“His man-servant!” I sung out. set
ling up straight.
"Of course. Didn't 1 says so? 11 is
vally; an—”
Well, I'd made a mistake. 1
judged. If he was a servant he couldn't
be the keeper. I ca'lated twas best to
be a little more sociable. Besides, I
was curious.
“Humph!" says I. "I guess I d ought
to beg your pardon. Mr. Opper—"
"Opper!" he fairly hollered it.
"All right. Never mind. Come on
aboard and let's talk it over."
So aboard he come, making a land
lubber's job of it, and come to anchor
on the bench in the cockpit, setting up
as stiff and straight as if he'd swal
lowed a marlin-spike. Then we com
menced to talk, me dropping a ques
tion every once in awhile, and him
dropping h's like he was feeding 'em
to the hens.
“What kind of a servant did you say
you was?” says I, breaking the ice.
"A vally. Mr. Edward's vally."
“Vally, hey?" says 1. "Vally! Hum!
I want to know!”
I guess he see I was out of sound
ings, so he condescends to do some
spelling for me.
“V-a-l-e-t," says he. “Vally.”
“Oh!” says I. “A vallet. Yes, yes;
I see.”
I knew what a vallet was—I'd read
about 'em in the papers—but this fel
ler's calling it a “vally" put me off the
course. He was nothing but a for
eigner. though, so 1 made allowances.
I give him a cigar that I bought at
the grocery store on the way down,
and we lit up. Then he commenced to
tell about himself and how he used to
work for a lord once over in England.
According to his tell England was
next door to Paradise and the United
States a little worse than the other
place. “Gawd forsaken" was the best
word he had for Yankeeland.
"I suppose you'll quit when the
keeper comes,” says I.
"Keeper?” says he. “Wat keeper?"
“Why, the feller from the asylum.
How long has your boss and his mess
mate been crazy?” I asks.
“Crazy?" he says. "Crazy? Wat
do you mean?”
“Look here,” says I. “Y'ou tell me
straight. Ain't Van Brunt and Hartley
out of their heads?”
“Out of their 'eads? ’Eavens, no!”
He was so upset that he couldn’t hard
ly speak for a minute. Then he com
menced to tell about the Heavenlies,
and ’twa'n't long afore I begun to see
that 'twas Nate Scudder and me that
needed a keeper; we was the biggest
loons in the crowd.
Seems that the Twins was rich
New Yorkers—the richest and high
tonedest kind. Both of 'em had money
by the bucket and more being left to
'em while you wait. They lived on
some avenue with a number to it, and
they done business in the “Street,”!
meaning that they dickered in bonds :
and such things, I gathered. Also I !
gathered they didn't have to work
overtime.
"But, if they ain't crazy what made 1
'em come down here to live,” says j
I, “at Nate Scudder's?”
Well, that was a kind of poser, even
for Mr. James Opper Hopper Know-it
All. He commenced to tell about so
ciety and pink teas—I guess ’ twas
pink; might have been sky-blue
though—and races and opera parties
and stocks, and "strenuous life" and
the land knows what. It seemed to
simmer down finally to that book ‘‘The
Natural Life." Seems there was a
kind of craze around New York and
the cities, stirred up by that book, to
get clear of luxury and comfort and
good times and so cn, and get to
living like poor folks. Living the
"Natural Life," the valet called it.
"So?” says I, thinking of how I
had to scratch to keep body and soul
together. "I've been right in style all
my days and didn't know it. Hum!
going cranberrying and fishing and
damming and taking gangs of summer
folks out on seasick parties is the
proper thing, hey? And your boss and
his chum want to live simple?"
Yes, he said they wanted to live
real simple.
"Well,” says I, "if Huldy Ann Scud
dor cooks for 'em that's the way
they'll live.”
He went on with another rigmarole
about how the Heavenlies had lived in
New York. Cutting out everything
about himself and that British lord—
which was two-thirds of the tarn—
there was some stuff about a girl
named Page that interested me. Seems
she was the real thing in society, too.
Had money and good looks and fine
clothes—all the strenuous nuisances.
And she was engaged to Hartley once,
hut they had a row or something and
broke it off. And now she was en
gaged to Van Brum.
“But, see here," I says, puzzled. “If
she's engaged to Van why ain't he to
home courting her instead of dissipat
ing on baked beans and thin feather
beds over to Scudder's? Why ain’t he
to home in New York getting ready
to be married?”
Well, the marriage, so James said,
was to be arranged later. Near as I
could find out Van and this Agnes
Page had mighty little to do with the
marrying. 'Twas their folks that was
fixing that. up. Agnes herself had
gone to Europe with her nia. When
she was to home she was great on
charity. She done settlement work,
whatever that is, and her one idea in
life was to feed ice cream to children
that hankered for fishballs and brown
bread. This we n t exactly the way
Lord James give it out, but ’twas
about the sense of it.
"Yes, yes,” says i. "But how does
Hartley like chumming around with
the feller that's going to marry his old
girl?”
It appeared that that was al! right.
Hartley and Van wa; chums; loved
each other like brothers—or better.
Little thing like a girl or two didn't
count Hartley was kind of used up
and blue and down on his luck and
suffering from the Natural Life dis
ease; he wanted to cut for simplicity
and Nature So Van. havin’ a touch
of the Natural himself, com along to
keep him company.
"But this Page girl?" says I. "How
does she feel on the Natural Life Ques
tion ?”
"Oh. -she believes in it too," says
his lordship "Only she's more inter
ested in 'er charity and ‘elping the
poor and heducating 'em," says he.
1 fetched a long breath. “Well. Mr.
Opper—Hopper, I mean—" I says,
"you can say what you want to, but 1 11
still hang on to my first notion. I
think the whole crew is stark, raving
crazy.”
I’d noticed that he hadn't been pull
ing at my cigar much—a good five
cent Bluebell cigar twas, too. Now he
put it down, kind of like 'twas loaded.
“My good feller,” he says. "Would
you mind if I tried one of me own
weeds? Ave one yourself,” says he.
I took the cigar he handed me It
was one of Van Brunt’s particular
brand.
"Humph!" thinks I. "your bosses
mav be simpletons for the love of it.
Brother .lames, but not you. No. sir-ee!
You're in it for the value of the man
ifest.”
In another half hour or so the
Heavenly Twins showed up alongside.
And then ’twould have done you good
to see that valet's back get limber.
He bowed and scraped and “Sirred”
till you couldn't rest. They spoke to
him like he was a dog and he skipped
around with his tail between his legs
like he was one—a yellow one, at
that.
When we'd passed the point out
comes that everlasting book and the
Twins got at It.
"Van,” says Martin Hartley, setting
up and taking notice; "the Natural
Life for mine. 1 envy the lucky devils
who’ve had it all their lives.”
'Twa'n’t none of my affairs, but I
shoved my oar in here—couldn't
help it.
“You fellers ain't getting the real
article—not yet," says I. “There's a
hotel over back’ of the village where
the boarders get the ginuine simple
life—no frills included." I says.
They was interested right off.
"Where's that, skipper?” says Van
Brunt. “What's its name?”
“Well," se.ys I, “folks round here call
it the poorheuse.”
Then they bo;h lau bed. Good nice
fellers, as I said af , even if they
was crazy.
(TO BE CON” :.UED.)
Compliment From The Heart
Longfellow Appreciated the Praise of
English Workingman.
When Longfellow was In London.
Queen Victoria sent for him to ccme
and see her at the palace He went,
and just as he was seafi ; himself in
the w iiing rrrh a.ter the interview,
r man in working clothes appeared,
uat in hand, at the coach window.
“Please sir, yer honor," said he, ‘ an'
are you Mr. Longfellow?"
“I am Mr. Longfellow," said the
poet.
“An’ did you write the ‘Psalm of
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“I wror* the 'Psalm of Life,’ ” re
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"An' yer honor, would you be will
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hand?”
Mr. Longfellow gave the honest
Englishman a hearty handshake.
Later, in speaking of the incident, he
said:
"I never in my life received a com
pliment which gave me more satisfac
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FACTS FOii S2CK WOMEN.
For thirty years Lydia E. Pink
ham's Vegetable Conuxmnd, made
from roots and herbs, has been the
standard remedy for female ills,
and has positively cured thousands of
wont n who have been troth fed with
displacements, inflammation,uk ra
tion, fibroid tumors, irregularities,
periodic pains, hr. -kaohe, that hear
ing-down feeling, flatulency, indiges
tion, dizziness or nervons prostrat ion.
Why don’t you try it ?
Mrs. Pinkham invites ail sick
women to write her for advice.
She iias guided thousands to
health. Address, Lynn, Mass.
SICK HEADACHE
Positively cured by
th?se Little Piils.
They also relieve Di«
t re***, from Dyspejjmu, li*
Ja digestion and Ten • Hearty
K Eating. A perfect rem
S" edy for Dizziness, Nau
a sea, Drowsines>. Bad
Taste inti. Mouth. Coat*
ed Tongue, Tain in tl e
_I Side, TOEPID LIVER.
They regulate the Bowels. Purely Vegetable.
SMALL PILL. SMALL DOSE. SMALL PRICE.
Mi nTrgcl Genuine Must Bear
oHrvihVw Fac-Siraiie Signature
Ills
OoS i REFUSE SKBSTHtTES.
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Eleciro^pes
In great variety for sale
at the lowest prices by
A.N.KELLOGG NEWSPAPER CO.
73 W. Adams St., CHICAGO
W. N. U.. OMAHA. NO. 44, 1908.
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j MRS. WASHINGTON
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Slip your feet in. You’ll find the l
shoes snug — pliable —- smooth —
graceful.
They are built over foot-form
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J get a pair of White House Shoes.
WHITE HOUSE SHOES.
FOR MEN, $3.50. 4.00. 5.00 and 6.00. FOR WOMEN, $3.50, 4.00. 5.00.
Buster Brown B ui Ribbon Shoes for monsters. Ask toir denier for then.
THE BROWN SHOECO.. Makers. ST. LOUIS. A***
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This Is What
Catches Me!
I6oz.—One-Third .More Starch.
FULL
POUND
,or JOc
No premiums, but one*third
more starch than you get of
other brands. Try it now, for
hot or cold starching it has no
equal and will not stick to the iron.
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H PROTECT YOUR LUNGS
RN r If =vny cough yon catch settle* on your lungs, you have weak lung*.
KsS E *fe 'rOUu LlnS on\ A “hang-on1, cough is dangerousto
Ka *^ong lungs—doublv so to weak one*. Get rid of it in the beginning
H with Piso s Cure. It acts promptly and eSectively; allays the inUaticZ
LU reduces ‘he congestron, free, the throat of phlegm, clears the clogged air
cgi parages and stops the cough. For nearly half a century the unsumassed
mm rcmcdy tor *“ wont fonas of coughs, colds and chest complaint* hasbeen
£3 PISO’S CUBE
PARKER’S
HAIR BALSAM
CImbiis and beautifies the hair.
Promotes a luxuriant growth.
Never Fails to Bestore Gray
Hair to Its Youthful Color.
Cans scalp diseases * hair
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DEFIANCE STARCH-STSSEj:
other starches only 12 ounces—same price and
“DEFIANCE” 18 8UPERIOR OUALITY.
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