Joseph C. Lincoln
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Illustrations m TP.PlEimx
SYNOPSIS.
Mr. Solomon Pratt began comical nar- ;
ration of story, introducing well-to-do j
Nathan Scudder of his town, and Edward |
Van Brunt and Martin Hartley, two rich j
New Yorkers seeking rest. Because of,
latter pair's lavish expenditure of money, i
Pratt's first impression was connected j
with lunatics. The arrival of James
Hi pp.-r. Van Brunt's valet, gave Pratt l
the desired information about the New j
Yorkers. They wished 10 live what they
termed "The Natural Life." Van Brunt. !
it was learned, was the successful suitor
for the hand of Miss Agnes Page, who
gave Hartley up. “The Heavenlics” hear !
a long story of the domestic woes of !
Mrs. Hannah Jai“ Purvis, their cook and !
maid of .ail work. I'ecide to let her go
and engage Sol. Pratt as chef. Twins j
ng;.c to leave Nate S alder s abode and
begin unavailing search for another
domicile. Adventure at Fourth of July
celebration at Eastwi*-h. Hartley rescued
a boy. known as "K->tP1y.” from und -r a
horse's feet and the urchin proved to be
one of Miss Page's charges, whom she
had taken to the country for an outing.
Miss Page and Hartley wire separated
during a tierce sTorrn, which f' lUuv* .1 the
pi the Out sailing later. Van Brunt.
Pratt and Hopper w. re w r . ked in a
squall. Pratt landed safely and a search
f' :■ the other two lvvealed an island upon
whi h they tvre found. Van Brunt rent
ed it from Scudder und called it Ozone
island. They lived on tin island and
Owner S' udder brought ridiculous pres
et-.::. as a token of gratitude. Innocently.
Earthy and Hnpt r in search for clams
robbed a private quabuugh.” Late at
night their island home was disturbed by
wild \ e'.is. Hopper was found in a fright
at what he supposed was a ghost and he
immediately tendered his resignation. In
charge of a company of New York poor
children Miss Talford and Miss Page vis
ited Ozone island. In another storm Van
Brunt and Hartley narrow ly escaped be
ing wrecked, hating aboard chickens,
pigs. etc., with which they were to
start a farm.
CHAPTER X.— (Continued.)
1 rubbed the wet sand out of my
eyes. There on a sand hummock in
front of us was a girl. A queer-looking
female she was. too. Reminded me
some of Hannali Jane Purvis, being
built on the same spare lines and hav
ing the same general look of being
all corners. She had on a striped cali
co dress, stripes running up and down,
and her belt went across the middle of
the stripes as straight as if 'twas laid
out with a spirit level. 1 couldn’t see
her face good, for she had on a sun
bonnet and 'twas like peeking at her
through a nail keg, but she had snap
ping black eyes and moved quick,
which wa'n't Hannah Jane’s way by a
good sight. 1 stoqd and stared at her.
“I say you're pretty wet, ain't you?’
she says again, louder. “Why don't
you say something? Are you hard of
hearing?”
Before I could get my bearings
enough to answer Van Brunt comes
Ur:; : ing alongside. He was still hold
ing the cigar stump in his mouth and
he had one of the Plymouth Rocks—
the rooster, as it happened—squeezed
tight under one arm.
“Well, skipper,” he Bays, “the Afk
ha - stranded and the animals may now
—Hello! What? Who?”
He locked at the girl and *he at him.
Then he say a bri.k:
“Can you foci
CHAPTER XI.
Eureka.
Whatever that girl might have ex
pected from us, I guess she didn't ex
pect that. It set her back so that she
couldn't speak for a full minute;
which was something cf a miracle, as
X found out later.
“Can 1 what?" she says, finally.
“Can you cook?" asks Van Brunt
again.
“Can I—” Then she turns to me.
“He ought, to I- attended to right off.” j
£ht- rats. referring to Van. "Some of
that wet has soaked in and he’s got
water on the brain. Take that poor
rooster away from him afore he
squeezes it to death.”
Van laughed and dropped the roos
ter. I cai’late he'd forgot that he had
it. "Let me explain," he begun. “You
see, we—”
Hartley spoke then. “Wait a min
ute," says he, laughing. “I suggest
that we adjourn to the house and get
into some dry clothes. Then we can
talk business, if the young lady is
willing."
The girl looked at him. “Business
is what I’m here for," says she.
"Which of you three is the quahaug
one?”
"The which?” says I; and the Heav
eniies both said the same.
“Which of you is the quahaug one?
I've got some business to talk with
him. "
Martin,” says Van, grave, and
turning to his chum. “Are you a
•quahaug one?' ”
“I guess he is,” says I. I was be
ginning to see a light. Hartley's clam
ming cruise was turning out as I'd ex
pected.
“Humph!" says the giri. “Well, you
made a clean job, Lys says. About
three buckets and a half, wa'n’t they?”
You never see a man so puzzled as
Hartley, unless 'twas Van Brunt. They
looked at each other, at the girl, and
then at me. I explained.
“I judge 'twas this young woman's
quahaug be:i that you and James
cleaned out t'other day,” I says. "You
remember I told you we'd hear from
them quahaugs later."
"Oh!” says Martin. “Awfully sorry,
I'm sure. 1 hope you'll permit me to
pay fcr—”
She bobbed the sunbonnet up and
down. “That's what 1 come for,” says
she. "They was my brother Lycurgus'
quahaugs. He'd just bedded 'em.
Quahaugs is worth a dollar a bucket
this time of year. That's three dol
lars and a half. 1 won’t charge you for
the sticks, though what on earth you
done with them is more'n 1 can make
out, and Lys says the same."
Van was grinning from ear to ear.
T'other Twin reached into his pocket
and fished out a soppiag-wet pocket
book.
"Will the three fifty be sufficient?”
he asks, troubled. "I'm really very
sorry. It w'as a mistake, and—"
"Oh. it's all right,” says the girl.
"You didn't know no better. Pa says
fools and children ain’t accountable.
You'd better spread that money out
to dry 'lore you pay me with it. And
you'd better get dry yourself or you'll
catch cold. 1 can wait a spell, I guess.
Why don’t you go after your boat,
mister?” she says to me. ' You’ll lose
it first thing you know.”
I looked where shp pointed and there
was the skiff stranded bottom up on
the tip end of the point fiat. 1 ran
after it. waded in and hauled it ashore.
The Heavenlies hurried up to the
house. When I come back the girl
was waiting for me.
"I'll walk along up with you." she
says. "Say, you're Solomon Pratt,
ain't you? I heard about you. Nate
Scudder told pa. He said hcM let
this place to Sol Pratt and a couple of
crazy m. n from New York. I thought
sure you'd swear when the boat upset,
but you didn't. You must belong to
the church. What are you—Metho
dist?"
1 grinned. "So you think a ducking
like that would ne apt to make a man
swear, do you?” says I.
"Yup, if he hadn't got religion. Pa'd
have cussed a hiue streak. Y’ou'd ought
to hear him when he has his nervous
dyspepsy spells. Did you say you was
a Methodist?"
"N'o-o. 1 guess I didn't. Let's see.
Did you say your name was Duscn
berry ?"
She stopped and kind cf fizzed, like
a teakettle biling over. “Sakes alive! ”
she snaps. ”1 hope not! Do I look as
if I was carting a name like that
around" My name's Sparrow—Eureka
Flcrina Sparrow. What's the matter
—anything?"
"No. not special. You kind of
fetched me up into the wind, striking
me head on so, unexpected. Just say
that again and say it slow. Eureka
Peruna—what was it?”
She switched around and stared at
me hard. “Eureka—Fiorina—Spar
row.” says she, slow and distinct.
“Want me to spell it for you?"
"No, thanks. You might mix me up
some if you did. I had to leave school
carlt. Any more in your family?”
"Yup. Seven of us, counting me—
and pa makes eight.”
“What’s their names?”
“Well, there's Lycurgus and Editha
and Ulysses and Napoleon and Mar
guerite and Dewey—he's the baby.
Great names, ain't they? Pa's do
ings, naming ’em that way was. Pa
says there's nothing like hitching a
grand name to a young one: gives 'em
something to live up to, he says. His
own name's Washington, but he ain't
broke his back living up to it, far’s as
I can see; and ma used to say the
same afore she died.”
“O-c-hl” says I. “I see." I knew
who she was now. I hadn't lived
around Wellmor.th so very long, but
I'd heard of Washington Sparrow. He
lived in a little slab shanty off in the
woods about a mile from Soudder's, and
had the name of being the laziest man
in town.
We'd reached the house by this time
and 1 left Eureka Fiorina in the kitch
en and went to my room to change my
duds. When I come down the Twins
was in the kitchen, too, and I could
hear the Sparrow girl's tongue going
like a house afire. Martin had just
paid her for the quahaugs and she
was telling how scarce they’d got to be
in the bay, and how her brother had
worked to get a few bedded and how
he'd sold a couple of quarts to the
Baptist minister’s wife and what she
said about ’em E.nd so cn. The Heav
enlies seemed to be enjoying every
minute cf it, judging by the way they
laughed.
"Introduce tr„ _ _<• lady, skipper,”
says Van, when I come in.
I done the honors. ‘ She's one of
Washy Sparrow's tribe—I- mean fami
ly,” says I. “They live over in the
woods hereabouts.”
“I guess tribe'll do,” says Eureka,
cutting in quick. “There’s pretty near
enough of us to make a town, seems
sometimes. You’d think so if you had
t.j get the meals for 'em, same's I do.”
"You!” says 1. ‘‘Do you cook for all
that gang? How old are you?”
“Seventeen last March. Cook for
'em? Guess I do! And scratch to get
things to cook, too: else wed have to
live on salt air pudding with wind
sass. 1 take in washing, and Lycurgus
he goes fishing and clamming and
choring around, and Editha helps me
iron, and we all take watch and watch
looking out for the young ones."
Hartley spoke then. “We're looking
for a cook." he says. “Will you come
and cook for us. and help about the
house here? Mr. Pratt finds the job
too big for one man."
She bobbed her head. “Yup." says
she. dry as a chip. "I should think he
might, judging by what I've seen. No.
I can't come. I've got to stay home
and look out for the folks.”
"Why can’t your father do that?"
asks Hartley.
"Who—pa? I guess you ain't liea-b
about pa. He’s sick. Get his never
get-cver, he says. Pa's had most every
kind of symp'.om there is; phthisic
and influencj and lumbago and pleu
! risy. Now he's settled down to con
I sumption and nervous dysjiepsy. Afore
ma died she used to try to cure him.
but the doctor and pa had a row. T;
I doctor said pa didn't have consnmp
j Lion nor nothing else; what he needed
| wras hard exercise, such as work. Pa
l said the doc didn't know7 nis business,
! and the doc said maybe not, but he
: knew pa. So pa told him never to j
1 darken our door again, and he ain’t—
! except to come around once in a while
and collect something from me on the
i bill."
"Well." says I, “maybe you know
somebody else that would do for us.
1 Who's a good cook and genera! house- ‘
■ keeper that would be likely to hire
I out?"
She thought for a moment or so. "1
! don't know." she says. “Most folks in
[ this neighborhood is too high toned to
“Which of You Three Is the Quahaug One?”
I go out working. They'd rather stay
to home and take boarders. Mrs. Han
nah .lane Purvis is about the only
one, and you’ve had her.”
Martin made a face. “We have,” he
says.
“Yup,” says Eureka. “She told Mr.
Seudder that you was crazy as all get
out, and sunk in worldly sin besides.
She said you'd get your pay hereafter
for treating her the way you did.”
“We hope to,” says Van, cheerful.
“Now, Miss—er—Sparrow, we want
you to come and help us out. We're
Crusoes on a desert island and we
need a Man—1 should say Woman—
Friday. We'll pay you so much,” he
says, naming a price that made even
my eyes stick out, and I was used to
high prices by this time.
"A month?” she says, staring at
him.
“A week,” says he.
She had a queer way >\ doing every
thing by jerks, like as it she was hung
on wires and worked with a string.
Now she straightened up out of her
chair so sudden you almost expected
to hear her snap.
“A week?” she sings out. “Oh!”
Then she looked at me.
“Oh, it's so, if he says so,” says I,
resigned like.
“Land sakes! A week! I never—
but it ain't no use. What would be
come of pa and the children?"
"Couldn't you come over for the
days, at least?” asks Martin. “You
might go home nights, you know.”
And that’s the way it ended, finally.
The Twins had made up their minds,
and when that happened, heaven and
earth wouldn’t change 'em. At last
Eureka said she'd talk it over with
her folks and Van Brunt said we
would come over to her house next
day and get the decision.
"There! ” says he, when the Sparrow
girl had gone. "Skipper, the cook
question is settled.”
“Maybe ’tis,” says I. “Looks to me
as_ if you’d settled it the way the feller
settled the coffee, by upsetting it. For
chaps that pined for rest and quiet you
two do queer things. Do you realize
what getting mixed up with that Spar
row gang is likely to mean?”
If the whole flock is like the speci
men bird we’ve seen,” he says, "it'll
mean joy. If there was one thing
needed to. make Ozone island a de
right. a gem of purest ray serene, that
riginal would be the thing. She's a
circus in herself. I shall dream to
night of pa and the doctor. Ho. ho!
By the way, what's her Christian
name?”
I told the name—the whole of it.
How them Heaveniies did laugh.
"Eureka!” says Hartley. "Splen
#7 - ,1 »
(ilU .
' Eur ka!" says Van. "We have
found it! Sol. let's have lunch.”
I got ’em something to eat and then
the three of us put in the aiiernoon
chasing the wild animals. The chick
ens was fairly easy to get hold of; I laid
a trail of corn up to the door cf the hen
yard and trapped the most of 'em that
way. But the pig was a holy terror.
He'd had his experience with Ozone
islanders that morning and he didn't
want any more. Up and down that
blessed sand bar we chared him. get
ing upset and tiring ourselves out. The
pig race over to Eastwich wan t in it.
i did most of the chasing; the Heaven
lies superintended, as usual, and gave
orders ,and laughed. They pretty nigh
laughed themselves sick. Finally the
critter bolted into the woodshed and 1
locked the door on him. It was six
o'clock when 1 dumped him into the
s.y. Of all the Natural Life days I'd
haa yet this one was the liveliest ar.d
most wearing. A week like it and my
natural place would have been the
burying ground. 1 cal'late I lost three
round that afternoon. I was getting
so ihin that when I fell down my legs
made grooves in the sand.
The next forenoon me and Hartley
went over to close the cook trade.
Van wouldn't go. Ke said the garden
ing and the shipwreck and the steeple
chase—meaning the pig hunt—had
given him sensations enough for a
week cr so; he had some of 'em with
him yet. So Martin said he’d go, for
my sake. I borrowed a couple of spare
oars from Scudder, when he arrived
with the morning's dose of skim
milk and cream and butter, and. as I
took care to row the skiff this time, we
made the passage all right. Then
we walked up to the Sparrow's nest.
’Twas a pretty shabby-looking shack,
now I tell yon. Shingles dropping off.
and fence falling down, and a general
shortage cf man's work everywhere.
But- there was a bed of bachelor but
tons and old maid's pinks under the
front window, and the windows them
selves was clean and bright. Eureka
had done her best to make the place
homey; you could see that.
She let us in when we knocked at
the kitchen door. Her sleeves was
rolled up and there was a big basket
cf clothes by the steaming washtub.
Editha. the 12-year-old, was grinding
at the wringer and Dewey, the baby,
was setting on the floor playing with
a rag doll. The rest of the tribe—
except Lycurgus, who had gone ped
dling ciams—was off playing.
Eureka, she apologized for things
being so upset, but there wa'n't any
need for apologies. The house was
plain and poor—you could see that it
took a mighty lot of stretching to
make both ends come in sight of each
other, let alone meet: hut 'twas clean
as a whistle. Even the baby was
clean, all except his face and hands,
and no healthy young one ought to
have them clean.
"Good morning." says Hartley.
"Have you decided to cook for us?"
She bobbed her head over the wash
tub. "I've decided it, if pa has." says
she. "He ain’t made up his mind yet.
He wanted to sleep on it, he said. 1
guess he's done that. Anyhow he's
just got up. Step right into the din
ing room and talk to him. You’ll have
to • excuse me; I've got to get this
washing done afore noon, somehow.”
So she pitched into the scrubbing,
bending in the middle exactly like a
jointed pocket rule, and the Twin and
me went into ths timing room.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Hurt Great Artist’s Feelings
John Lambert's Witty Rebuke to Vain
Woman Sitter.
The late John Lambert, the Phila
delphia artist, whose blindness, brought
on by the dazzling sunshine of a
Spanish summer, caused his death
through grief, was a portrait painter
of rare talent.
“Lambert," said a member of the
Philadelphia club the other day, “was
a realist. His portraits were true
and unflattering, it annoyed him tre
mendously to be asked to make an
! ugly woman beautiful—it was the
! same thing, he used to say, as being
1 asked to lie.
| A matron sat. to Lambert once,
i At the end of th^ third sitting she
! professed to be quite satisfied with the
; progress of the work.
“ ‘All but the mouth,' she said. 'Please
! make it small and curved. I know it
I is a straight, long mouth, really, just
as you have drawn it, but in the i>or
trait I want you, if you will, to make
it very tiny. Will you?'
“ ‘Certainly, madam.’ said Lambert
111 leave it out altogether if you
i wish.' ”
Millions Invested in Tramways.
There is $320,000,000 invested in
England's tramways. The mileage is
2,324.
WHY HOI OWH UHB?
ONE OF THE BEST WAYS TO
MAKE MONEY IS TO INVEST
IN WESTERN CANADA.
“Deep down in the nature of every
properly constituted man is the desire
to own some land." A writer in the
Iowa State Register thus tersely ex
presses a well-known truth. The ques
tion is where is the best land to be
had at the lowest prices, and this the
same writer points out in the same ar
ticle. The tact is not disguised that
the writer has a personal interest in
the statement of his case, and there is
no hidden meaning when he refers to
Western Canada as presenting great
er possibilities than any other part of
the American Continent, to the man
who is inclined to till the soil for a
livelihood and possible competence.
What interests one are the arguments
advanced by this writer, and when
fairly analyzed the conclusion is
reached that no matter what personal
interest the writer may have had, his
reasons appear to have the quality of
great soundness. ' The climatic condi
tions of Western Canada are fully as
good as those of Minnesota, the Dako
tas or Iowa, the productiveness of the
soil is as great, the social conditions
are on a parity, the laws are as wrell
established and as carefully observed.
In addition to these the price of land
is much less, easier to secure. So. with
these advantages, why shouldn't this
—the offer of Western Canada—be
embraced. The hundreds of thousands
of settlers now there, whose homes
were originally in the United States,
appear to be—are satisfied. Once in
awhile complaints are heard, but the
Canadians have never spoken of the
country as an Eldorado no matter
what they may have thought. The
Writer happened to have at hand a few
letters, written by former residents of
the United States, from which one or
two extracts are submitted. These go
to prove that the writer in the Regis
ter has a goad fasts of fact in support
of his statements regarding the excel
lency of the grain growing area of
Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta.
On the 29th of April of this year W.
R. Conley, cf Lougheed. Alberta, wrote
a friend in Detroit. He says: “The
weather has been just fine ever since
I came here in March, and I believe
one could find if he wanted to some
small bunches of snow around the
edge of the lake. There is a frost near
ly every morning: at sunrise it begins
to fade away, then those blue flow
ers open and look as fresh as if there
had been no frost for a week. . . .
There is no reason why this country
should not become a garden of Eden:
the wealth is in the ground and only
needs a li.tie encouragement from the
government to induce capital in here.
There is everything here to build
wiih: good clay for brick: coal under
neath. plenty of water in the spring
lakes, and good springs coming out of
the bankr."
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Knicker—Whom does the baby re
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E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound.
Kec? Banks, Miss.—“Words are inadequate to express what
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound has done for me. I
suffered from a female disease and weakness which the doc
tors said was caused by a fibroid tumor, and I commenced to
think there was no help for me. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound made me a well woman after all other means had
failed. My friends are ail asking wliat has helped iue so much,
and I gladly recommend Lydia E. Pinkliam’s Vegetable Com
pound.”—Mrs. Willie Edwards.
Hampstead, Maryland.—“ Before taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s
Vegetable Compound I was weak ami nervous, anti could not
be on my feet half a day without suffering. The doctors told
me I never would be well without an operation, but Lydia E.
Pinkliam’s Vegetable Compound has done more for me than all
the doctors, and 1 hope this valuable medicine may come into
the hands ol‘ many more suffering women.” — airs'. Joseph 11.
Dandy.
We will pay a handsome reward to any person who will
prove to us that these letters are ;not genuine and truthful
— or that either of these women were paid in any way for
their testimonials, or that the letters are published without
their permission, or that the original letter from each did
not come to us entirely unsolicited.
What more proof can any one ask ?
For GO years Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
Compound has been the standard remedy for
female ills. No sick woman does .justice to
herself who will not try this famous medicine.
Made exclusively from roots and herbs, and
has thousands of cures to its credit.
KsgEp® Mrs. Pinkham invites all sick women
gpS?? to write her for advice. She has
guided thousands to health free of charge.
Address Mrs. Pinkham, Lynn, Mass.
i-YDJA L fiUKHAM
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