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„_ f Mn.PMTT. LV Joseph C. Lincoln __ Au tbob of 'Capn Eri* 'Partners of the Ti de" | Copyp/GHr /g07 A <5 Bapncs ese Coupmv I Illustrations by T.D.Melvuj. SYNOPSIS. Mr. Solomon Pratt began comical nar ration of story, introducing well-to-do Nathan Seudder of his town, and Edward Van Brunt and Martin Hartley, two rich New Yorkers seeking rest. Because of ; latter pair’s lavish expenditure of money, j Pratt’s first impression was connected | with lunatics. The arrival of James j Hopper, Van Brunt’s valet, gave Pratt j the di sired information about the New | Yorkers. They wished to live what they termed "The Natural Life.” Van Brunt, it was learned, was the successful suitor j for the hand of Miss Agnes Page, who gave Hartley up. CHAPTER 111. Too Many Cooks. It was a day or so after that that I see Nate Seudder again. I'd been out in the sloop with a parcel of boarders —they were beginning to get thicker ! at the Old Home now. same as the n. squitoes—and on my way home 1 met Nate driving down the Neck road. He was in the carryall and I hailed him as he come abreast of me. "Hello, Nate!" 1 says. "Taking the air. are you?” He pulled up his horse—it didn't take a hard pull—and, while the crit- 1 ter leaned up against the shafts and took a nap, Nate talked to me. It appeared that there’d been more or less trouble down his way. Huldy Anu and Lord James hadn't agreed any too well. "You see,” says Nate, taking a calico handkerchief out of his hat and swabbing his bald head with it, “it's that valet feller—he's too stuck-up to ! live.” 1 want going to fight with him on ; that point, so he went ahead with his yarn. "He come parading out to the barn," says Nate, "and give out that lied been appointed cook in Huldy Ann’s place. Well, she'd been sort, of laying herself out, as you might say, to1 please them two up at the house— j giving ’em spider bread and dried ap- : pie pie for breakfast, and the like of I that—and it riled her to be chucked overboard that way. So she got sort \ sarcastic. That Opper man, he—" ’’His name's Hopper," 1 says. "He don't call it so, then." "That's all right. Him and I had a spelling match here t'other day and Hopper it is.” I says. "Well, then, this Hopper feller he lorded it round, asking where the double biler v.as and complaining that he couldn't cook steak without a char coal fire, and so on. Huldy took him down. 1 tel! you! “‘Charcoal your granny!' says she. ‘I've fried more steak than you've got hairs on your head, and a plain wood fire always done me,’ she says. "He cooked that steak, and say! I'll bet the Iron-Jawed Man 1 see once at a dime show up to Boston couldn't have got away with it. Tough! Why, the pesky idiot never pounded it a bit! How do you expect to get tender steak if you don't pound it? Haw! haw; \V1 en he got thn ugh' laughii - went on to say that him and Huldy had decided to go over to her sister’s at Ostable for a visit. “We've been intending to go for a good while," he says. “And now we can do it without its costing much. Pay for the house goes on whether we're there or not, and the railroad fare'il be more than made up by the saving in our own grub. I'm a peace able feller, anyhow," says he. "and there'd be no peace while Huldy and that Britisher was together.” "Case of too many cooks spoiling the soup, hey?" says I. "Soup!" he says. “Well, you wait a little spell. If they ain't chasing around after a new cook inside of a week I'm a Jonah, that's all.” He was right. Couple of days later I heard from I'nimie T. that the Twins had hired Hannah Jane Purvis to do the cooking for 'em. Hannah Jane's late lamented had been cook on a Banks boat when he was young, so I j suppose she cal'lated she'd inherited the knack. But I had my doubts. I was getting real chummy with the : Heavenlies by ibis time, so one after- 1 noon I walked up to the Scudder place to see ’em. They were sprawled out on the piazza chairs with their feet on the railing and they hailed me as friendly as if I was rich as they was. in- ] stead of being poorer than Job's tur key. I noticed Lord James tiptoeing j ^ around in the parlor, so I naturally mentioned him. “Your valet man. here.” I says; "he j va'n't quite to the skipper’s taste as cook, hey?” They both laughed. Van Brunt with j his big good-natured "Ha. ha!” and i Hartley with that quiet chuckle of his. j “James,” said Van. “is a glittering ! success in the wardrobe, but he dis likes to hide his talents under a kitch en bushel.” "James,” said Hartley, “appears to apply the same methods to trousers and steak.” “Presses both of ’em, don't he?” I says, thinking of Scudder's yarn. “Flat as a board,” says Van. “Be sides which, this is supposed to be a pleasure cruise for Martin and me, and James serves with the cheerful dignity of an undertaker. He's too complex; we yearn for simplicity and rest.” I grinned. "Well, you’ve got the simplicity with Hannah, ain't you?" I asked. “1 ain't saying nothing about the rest.’’ Both of ’em groaned. 1 knew Han nah Jane Purvis, and she had the name of talking the hinges off a barn door. “*jOrd!" says Van. "Let's change the subject. By the way, Martin; it's odd that Agnes hasn't written.” r Hartley was setting out towards the front of the porch where the sun could get at him. Now he shifted back into the shadow of the vines. “Is it time for a letter to reach here?” he asked. “Why, yes. I should think so. She | was to reach New York on the first j and sail on that day. She would prob-I ably write on the seamer. It was a fast boat and. allowing that the letter came back immediately—well, 1 don't know that it is time yet.” He began to whistle. I gathered that twas the Page girl he was talk- j ing about. The valet had told about | her going on a trip to Europe. But ! it struck we that, for an engaged man. Van Brunt was the easiest in his mind of anybody ever 1 see. I've never been engaged myself, but judging by ( them I've known who was, he'd ought to be shooting telegrams to Europe1 faster than you could shake ’em out of a pepper box. Neither of 'em spoke for a minute Then Hartley asked, quiet as usual: “Have you written her. Van?” “Oh. yes; dropped a line the other day, telling her we were safe and duly housed and so on. Whooped up the joys of the 'Natural' and begged her to go thou and do likewise.' Which she would like to do. probably, but which also—if 1 know her highly respected mamma—she won’t.” "Where did you address your let ter?" Hartley asks, after a little. “Liverpool, care of her usual hotel. She'll get it all right—always pro vided she hasn't already organized a settlement colony of small Hooligans in the Liverpool slums. But there! Let's forget morals and matrimony. Heigho! Wonder what's doing in the Street? Not that I care a red.” They seemed to have forgo: me alto gether. But 1 was interested in their talk all the same, and I've tried to put ick 'em up?” asks Van, solemn as an owl. “Oh, land of love! no. There wa'n't enough for that. Besides I want to see Mr. Pratt. Well, Mr. Pratt.” says she. "I suppose you're surprised enough to find me working out. Dear! dear! I don't know what Jehiel—he that was my first husband—would have said: nor my second one neither But there! we can't none of us never tell what's in store for us in this world, can we?” I made some sort of answer; don't matter what. She went ahead lament ing over what a come-down 'twas for her to work out. You'd think she'd been used to marble halls to hear her. She settles the dishpan between her knees and starts in shelling peas, talking a blue streak all the time. She was a whole sewing circle in herself, that woman. “Jehiel was such a quiet man,” she says, after a spell. “He scarcely ever ! talked.” (Didn't have a chance, thinks ; I to myself.) "When he died—did I ever tell you how Cap'n Samuels—my first husband as was—come to die, Mr. Hartley?" says she. Hartley had took up the Natural Life book and was trying to read it. Now he looked up and says, mournful but resigned: "No, Mrs. Purvis, I be lieve we have never had the pleasure." “The pleasure was wholly the Cap’n's,” says Van Brunt under his breath. If Hannah Jan heard him she didn't let it worry her. “Well,” she says, “'twas this way: Cap'n Jehiel—him that was my first husband—was the most regular man in his habits that ever was. I guess. Every Saturday night all the time we was married—and we was married eleven year, not counting the two after he was took sick—he always had baked beans for supper. I used to say to him: 'Jehiel,' 1 used to say, 'ain't you tired of baked beans? I should think you'd turn into beans, you’re so fond of 'em.' But he never did and—” She stopped for a second to get her breath. Van cut in quick. "That wasn’t the cause of his death, then?" he asks, very grave. "Who—what ?” "Turning into beans? 'Of course not. I believe yon said he didn't turn." "I said he never got tired of ’em. c ‘‘Did He Look Like 'Em?” Asks Van. it down just as I heard it. ’Twas queer talk, hut the}' was queer folks, and 1 was learning how the big-bugs done their courting. From what i d beard so far I liked the Wellmouth way full I as well. The front gate clicked. Van Brunt looked up. "Great Scott!" says he, “it s the phonograph." ’Twas Hannah Jane Purvis coming home from the next house with a dish pan full of peas. Hannah was a kind of scant patterned critter without much canvas on her poles and her sleeves most generally rolled up. She had brindled hair clewed back so tight off her forehead that her eyes wouldn't shut good, and the impression you got from the first look at her was that she was all square corners—not a round one in the lot. “Well!” says she. coming up into the wind in front of the piazza and looking at me hard. "1 do believe it's Solomon Pratt. Why, what a stran ger you be! I ain’t seen you for 1 don't know when." I didn’t know when either and I didn't try to remember. "Sufficient j unto the day is the trouble belonging to it," the Scriptures say, if I recollect it right, and 'twas enough for me that she'd seen me this time. She comes ' over, dislipan and all. and planks her self down on the steps right in front of Van Brunt's chair. There ain't nothing shy or unfriendly about Han nah Jane; she's the most folksy fe male I ever come across, and always was. “My sakes!" says she. turning round to Van. “I see Mr. Pratt come in here and I couldn’t make out who 'twas. Thinks 1; 'They've got company and I must get there quick.’ So back I put, and I don’t know as I’ve got a full measure of peas ’cause it seet’.-J to; me that some of ’em spike I ,jj the ! top when Cap'n Ponn .j^-rry was! emptyin’ ’em in. I hope not, ’cause I peas is high ilw. Not that it makes I any difference to well-off folks like! you, Mr. Van B:; but—” “Hadn’t you better go back and Course he didn't turn into 'em. Who ever heard of such a thing? Well, as I was saving; every Saturday night we had 'em, and one night—twas the last one, poor thing—” She stopped to unfurl her handkerchief and mop her eyes. “Pray go on, Mrs. Purvis,” says Van, very polite. “You were saying 'twas the last bean—” “I said ’twas his last -well night. There was beans enough, land knows! Well, I had 'em on the table and he set down. ‘Hannah,’ says he, ‘I don’t feel like beans to-night.' I looked at him. It wan’t because they wa'n’t good beans. I'm always as particular as can be about cooking beans. Al ways put such to soak over night on a Friday, and then Saturday morning I take ’em and put 'em in the bean-pot along with some molasses and a nice chunk of pork. You can't be too par ticular about your pork. ‘Don't,’ I used to say to the man that drove the butcher cart; ‘don't,’ says I, 'give me nothing but fat pork. Might's well have plain lard and be done with it. Give me,’ says I, a streaked chunk streak of lean and a streak of fat.' Then I put 'em in the oven and bake 'em all day and by night they’re ready. So when Jehiei says to me, ‘Hannah, I don't feel like beans,’ I set and looked at him.” “Did he look like 'em?” asks Van. Hannah Jane switched round on the "ep and stared at him. But he was as r»?ber as a church and just running mer with sympathy, seemed so, so ane sniffed and went on. “He looked sick,” she says, “and I could see that he was sick, too. So I got him to bed and what a night I put in! Oh, the hot jugs to his feet! Oh. the running for the doctor! We had Dr. Blake here then, Mr. Pratt. You remember him. don't you? Great big tall man with gray whiskers. No, wait a minute. 'Twas Dr. White that had the whiskers; Dr. Blake was smooth-faced. No, seems to me he had a mustache. I remember he did because he was engaged to Emma Baker's sister's girl and she used to say that when she once got him for good he'd have to raise more beard than that. She said a doctor without a beard was like a soft-boiled egg with out—without—without something or nother in it. Strange I can't think! An egg without something in it—” "Chicken, possibly,” suggests Van. "No. indeed. Salt! that’s .vhat ’twas. A soft-biled egg without salt in it. Now you'd ought to be as careful about biling eggs as you had about anything else. Way some folks bile eggs is a sin and shame. I've et eggs so hard that yo" could build a stone wall out of 'em, seems so; and then again I've et 'em when I've actually had to drink ’em. Now when I bile eggs I always—let me see; I wa’n't speaking of eggs when 1 fust started. Where was I?” “You were teliing us about beans, 1 believe, Mrs. Purvis,” purrs Van again, sweet and buttery as can be. "I seem to have a dim recollection of beans, Mrs. P." "Oh. yes. yes! I was going on to tell of Jehiel's sufferin's, Mr. Van Brunt. If I could only begin to give you an idea of that poor critter's agony. Why, he—who's that at the hack door?" 'Twas the neighbor's boy, as it turned out, come to borrow a cupful of sugar, but he took Hannah Jane away irum us, which was a mercy. She dropped the dishpan and went in side. Van Brunt looked after her. "Will some one please inform me." says he, “whether I've been at a clinic, or a funeral, or just a cooking-school ses sion?" “Humph!" says Hartley. “Unfor tunate interruption. Now we shan’t learn what became of the long-suffer ing Jehiel.” "Oh. he died." says Van. “I wanted to find out what became of those beans.” "I understand now why they put 'At Rest' on Jehiel's gravestone," I says. Hartley turned to me. “Skipper,” he says, “you mustn't think that Van and I are altogether cold-blooded be cause we refuse to weep over the de parted Samuels. The lady has cheered us with happy little memories of this kind ever since she agreed to demean herself and make 'riz biscuit’ at four-fift> per. She began with her cousin, who died of small-pox, and she's worked down through the family till she's got to her husband.” "Yes.” says Van. "and he's only her first. We shall hear later how Num ber Two fell into a stone-crusher or was boiled in oil. Lord!" "Hank Purvis had five brothers,” says I: "and they've all died within the last ten year. You’ve got more funerals coming to you.” it was quiet for a few minutes. Out back we could hear Hannah Jane lay ing into the neighbor's boy because he tracked mud on the kitchen floor. "It was no use,” says Van. decided. "I refuse to renew my subscription to The Daily Morgue. All those in favor of parting with the Widow Purvis at once, immediate, P. D. Q., will say Aye.' Contrary minded, ‘No.’ It's a vote. Hannah is erased. What shall we do. Martin—go back to James and dignity, or feed ourselves?” Hartley seemed to be thinking. "Skipper,” says he to me, “you can cook. I—even I. the interesting in valid—can eat your chowder and like it and come back for more. Will you come and help us out? What do you say?” Van Brunt sat up straight. “Mar tin,” says he. "you're as comforting as the shadow of a great rock in a—in a —something or other. Y'ou're a genius. Pratt, you've got to come here and live with us. We need thee every hour, as Mrs. P. sings at 5 a. m., which is her ungodly time for getting out of bed. It's settled; you’re com ing.” "Well, now; hold on,” says I. "Some ways I'd like to, and, if you want plain cooking, why, I guess likely I can give it to you. But business is business and there's my boat and my living for the summer. You're here only a month, as I understand it, and—” That didn't make no difference. I could fetch the Dora Bassett along too, Van said. Hartley explained that they intended to stay through the summer, anyhow, perhaps later. He went on to tell that he and his chum was what he called “redeemt.I conventionali ties,” or some such name, and that they intended to stay redeemed. They'd hitched hors s and agreed to find the Natural in a'i its glory. And the Natural they was going to find if it took a thousand ye —. (TO BE CON’i.NUED.) BEAUTIES OF A FLY BLISTER Clearly They Must Be Experienced to Be Appreciated. The Marshfield News tells how Her man Pauer treated him o f for pain in the back. Instead cf forgetting it V-. Liuer slapped a Spanish fly blis ter on his person. A fly blister is a good deal like hiring a butcher to skin you. In about five minutes it set up a conflagration on Herman like a fire in a paint shop. He at once separated himself front the plaster, but the latter left its warm, cheery influence behind. There was no let up to the pain it gave him. 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