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plumbing business and Sam soon saw
it wasn't much, use hanging around.
"The first shock come when Minnie
had the house repapered. Hi and I
always liked bright papers on our
walls roses and lilies and such
things. But Minnie had the place
papered m a sort of sickly yellow.
" 'Martha,' says Hi to me, when he
saw the finished result, 'this is more
than I can stand. Minnie's gone
"I reminded him how Mrs. Higgin
gotham was taking all our eggs and
butter, and that sort of reconciled
him. The next thing was the ''fur
nishings. Our furniture, which you
can see, came from Hi's grandmoth
er. But Minnie and some of the lady
students borrowed our woodshed,
and the first thing we knew, the fur
niture was up in the garret, and we
had some new chairs and tables all
rough, wood, with brass nails sticking
out. After that Hi moved into the
garret and spent his evenings tjiere.
"I don't think he'd have stood for
it much longer, only we put up our
price from six dollars to nine, and
we got quite a superior class of sum
mer boarders. They used to stand
outside our house in groups and ad
mire it, especially after Minnie had
painted a sign, "The Old Tavern,"
and hung it from Hi's window. I
didn't like it myself, being a temper
ance woman, but Minnie had painted
it artistically, so that itxwas diffi
cult to read. Hi thought It read "The
Old Cave-in," and he was naturally
mad till Minnie explained.
"But I was going to tell you how
Linborough stopped being artistic. It
was all very well while summer last
ed and prices wereygoodfBut it wasn't
till fall,that any of the girls in our
town, would look at the young fel
lows, and by the time they had crept
back into favor again summer was
coming round once more. Mrs. Hig
ginbotham came back, and the fur
niture was getting ready to go into
the. attic, and I saw Minnie looking
at 'The Tavern' sign, which Hi had
put away in the woodshed. And if
Minnie hadn't been at college all the
winter we'd have had no peace at
"Now, I was telling you about Sam
Bunn. He'd always admired Minnie,
and though she hadn't treated him
well," he still hankered after her, so
he and some other young men come
up to talk it Over with Hi, and the
result was a Society for the Promo
tion of Being Artistic. It was beat
ing Mrs. Higginbotham at her own
"It began when she found the frost
had burst her pipes, and sent for Sam.
Sam listened respectfully.
"Tm sorry, Mrs. Higginbotham,'
he says, when she gets through, "but
I've joined our newj Society for the
Promotion of Being 'Artistic, and I
can't fix 'em.'
"'Why not?' askes Mrs. Higgin
"botham.: " 'Pipes ain't artistic,' answers
Sam. 'Only wllsandojd oaken
buckets is artistic No, ma'am. I can't
"Well, since, Sam, was the only
plumber. in town, she had to send
over to Greenfield.
"Then there was Ed Keggs, the
butcher. He wanted business, but he
wanted Mabel Gough more, and Ma
bel was artistic. So he had joined the
society, and he wouldn't seHlamb
chops or ribs.
"Chops ain't artistic, Mrs. Higgin
botham, he explained. 'What is ar
tistic is barbecues. I'll sell you a
whole ox to roast upon a' spit. Spits ief
"As for Jim Saunders, the grocer,
he wouldn't sell anything but herbs.
He said canned goods was vulgar. ,
And since the roof was leaking," and
there wasn't anybody knew how to
thatch one, Mrs. Higginbotham gave
up the fight and left.
"Yes, it did pay us, being artistic,
but we don't envy Deerfield, And, as
Hi says, he dpn't want to be artistic
unless his -armchair and pipe goes
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