Aunt Janes Nieces on Vacation | Page 3

Edith Van Dyne
interested spectator in the
background until Mr. Merrick seized and dragged him forward.
"Here's another for you to know, Thomas," said the little millionaire.
"This is the other half of our Louise--Mr. Arthur Weldon--and by and
by you can judge whether he's the better half or not."
The aged servant, hat in hand, made a respectful bow to Mr. Weldon.
His frank eyes swept the young man from head to foot but his smile
was the same as before.
"Miss Louise is wiser ner I be," said the old fellow simply; "I'm safe to
trust to her jedgment, I guess."
There was a general laugh, at this, and they began to clamber aboard
the wagon and to stow away beneath the seats the luggage the colored
porter was bringing out.
"Stop at the Junction House, Thomas," said Mr. Merrick as they moved
away.
"Nora has the breakfast all ready at home, sir," replied Thomas.

"Good for Nora! But we can't fast until we reach home--eight good
miles of jolting--so we'll stop at the Junction House for a glass of Mrs.
Todd's famous milk."
"Very good, sir."
"Is anyone coming for our trunks and freight? There's half a car of
truck to be carted over."
"Ned's on the way, sir; and he'll get the liveryman to help if he can't
carry it all."
The Junction House was hidden from the station by the tiny hill, as
were the half dozen other buildings tributary to Chazy Junction. As the
wagon drew up before the long piazza which extended along the front
of the little frame inn they saw a man in shabby gray seated at a small
table with some bread and a glass of milk before him. It was their
unrecognized guest of the night--the uninvited lodger on the rear
platform--but he did not raise his eyes or appear to notice the new
arrivals.
"Mrs. Todd! Hey, Mrs. Todd!" called Uncle John. "Anybody milked
the cow yet?"
A frowsy looking woman came out, all smiles, and nodded pleasantly
at the expectant group in the wagon. Behind her loomed the tall, lean
form of Lucky Todd, the "proprietor," who was serious as a goat, which
animal he closely resembled in feature.
"Breakfas' all 'round, Mr. Merrick?" asked the woman.
"Not this time, Mrs. Todd. Nora has our breakfast waiting for us. But
we want some of your delicious milk to last us to the farm."
"Las' night's milkin's half cream by this time," she rejoined, as she
briskly reentered the house.
The man at the table held out his empty glass.

"Here; fill this up," he said to Lucky Todd.
The somber-faced proprietor turned his gaze from the Merrick group to
the stranger, eyed him pensively a moment and then faced the wagon
again. The man in gray got up, placed the empty glass in Todd's hand,
whirled him around facing the door and said sternly:
"More milk!"
The landlord walked in like an automaton, and a suppressed giggle
came from the girls in the wagon. Uncle John was likewise amused,
and despite the unknown's frazzled apparel the little millionaire
addressed him in the same tone he would have used toward an equal.
"Don't blame you, sir. Nobody ever tasted better milk than they have at
the Junction House."
The man, who had resumed his seat, stood up, took off his hat and
bowed. But he made no reply.
Out came Mrs. Todd, accompanied by another frowsy woman.
Between them they bore a huge jug of milk, a number of thick glasses
and a plate of crackers.
"The crackers come extry, Mr. Merrick," said the landlady, "but seein'
as milk's cheap I thought you might like 'em."
The landlord now came out and placed the stranger's glass, about half
filled with milk, on the table before him. The man looked at it, frowned,
and tossed off the milk in one gulp.
"More!" he said, holding out the glass.
Todd shook his head.
"Ain't no more," he declared.
His wife overheard him and pausing in her task of refilling the glasses
for the rich man's party she looked over her shoulder and said:

"Give him what he wants, Lucky."
The landlord pondered.
"Not fer ten cents, Nancy," he protested. "The feller said he wanted ten
cents wuth o' breakfas', an' by Joe he's had it."
"Milk's cheap," remarked Mrs. Todd. "It's crackers as is expensive
these days. Fill up his glass, Lucky."
"Why is your husband called 'Lucky,' Mrs. Todd?" inquired Patsy, who
was enjoying the cool, creamy milk.
"'Cause he got me to manage him, I guess," was the laughing reply.
"Todd ain't much 'count 'nless I'm on the spot to order him 'round."
The landlord came out with the glass of milk but paused before he set it
down.
"Let's see your money," he
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