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Show A Very Demure Young Lady By LAWRENCE ALFRED CLAY lupfiKll( Wilt l A ,. m4 LiiciAijr I i It was a mutter of wonder that such an ambitious, aggressive mother us Mrs. Kent should have such a demure de-mure daughter as Kstelle. Yes, the mother was very Aggressive, and the daughter was very, very demure That was nn opposite other mothers could not help but remark. At seventeen Miss Kstelle was sent to Vassar. She might have preferred another school, but her mother said Vassar, and that settled that Mrs. Kent was a widow with nn Income none too large, but she had plans and schemes far ahead. At eighteen and nineteen Miss Ks telle was still acquiring knowledge, but at twenty she had Mulshed. She had had vacations, of course, nml there had been no change In her de-niureiiesH. de-niureiiesH. Shi- was given three or four days In which to draw her breath after Retting home for good, and then her mother called her to her side and said: 'Kstelle, you are now twenty years old." "Yes, mamma." "You should be thinking of matrimony." matri-mony." "I am, mamma." "You have a handsome face and a good education, and you ought to marry well." "So I should mamma." "Hut the trouble Is," continued the mother, "that there are no eligible young men around here. That Is, none who could support you In the style you deserve." "Not one, mamma." "Hut there Is a gentleman, after all a middle-aged gentleman a man of wealth who has been attracted to you. He has seen you on various occasions during your vacations, and has become smitten. He was here lb other day to ask the privilege of calling on you." "Yes, mamma." "And I granted tt. Estelle, you at least know of Mr. Henderson the gentleman who owus the Golden Hrewery ?" "Yes, mamma." "I have heard It said that he Is all of forty-eight years old, and dyea his whiskers. Those Innuendoes are always al-ways thrown out against the rich. He Is a fat man and baldheaded, but wit: ..lid looked bis age, no matter ul-.u It was. No. he was not an educated edu-cated man lie vuis just a millionaire, with a lov'ttg heart, and when he ma. I" this announcement be laid his hand (.11 Ms right tdile. as If bis heart had inovui over. Ha had hired a 1 li.-.i.fleur that day, and coe'd Invite moth.r mid daughter to go out for a spin with Mm on the next. Th 1 hau.Teiir was line-looking and would be a man to do credit to him. Aft"r his . all had lasted an hour, and the brewer who didn't rinse his own hot ties had rendered himself as agreeable agree-able as he could, he bowed himself out, and the mother turned to the daughter with: "Kstelle, Isn't he Just splendid?" "He Is, mamma," was the reply. "( tin you find anything to criticise?" criti-cise?" "Not a thing, mamma.'' "Then let me give you a motherly kiss " And Just one hour after that motherly moth-erly kiss had been Implanted on ber demure cheek Miss Kstelle was walking walk-ing Hnd talking with the brewer's chauffeur In the reading room of the town lllunry! They talked about fomethlng that both smiled and giggled gig-gled over, and the deceitful young lady nluiost whistled the air of a topical song as thu made ber way homeward. Tho "spin" was taken next after noon. Truly, It was a fine auto, and truly It was a distinguished looking chauffeur. Tho ladles occupied the tonneau and the brewer sat beslda the driver that he might show off his fat tack and red neck. Ten twenty thirty miles an hour, and then a Hop' The auto had gone dead. That was the way with all new autos, the chauffeur said. The bobcrank got foul of the Jim crow, or some such thing, and the matter was easily remedied. All four persons got out. Mrs. Kent and Mr. Henderson sauntered up the road a bit, and Miss Kstelle, the demure, sauntered down, while the chauffeur crawled under the machine ma-chine to beg of the bobcrank to behave be-have Itself. "Ah, but she's a sweet girl!" whispered whis-pered the brewer In the ear of the widow. "She surely Is." "I quite flatter myself that she has taken a liking to me at first sight." "It surely looks that way." "You are my friend. Have you -spoken to her?" "Most certainly." "Many, many thanks. In case she makes me the happiest man on earth " Roth happened to glance down the road at this Instant, and both saw that the auto had disappeared. They ' ran to the first turn In the highway no auto! "Oh, what can have happened!" exclaimed the widow. 1 "I know I know!" shouted the brewer. "They have eloped Nothing ailed that bobcrank. It was a put-up put-up Job. He Is her lover!" "Oh. no, no, no! It can't be!" "Hut I say It Is! The demure little lit-tle cat has made a fool of me! I see It all I see It all! Iiy thunder" "Sir! Don't ymi swear In my presence'" pres-ence'" whiii.iI the widow. "Yes. she's n cat, and I believe you ' are either a scheming woman or I 1 ! 1 "Yon tat, bald headed vulgarian, f how dare you!" 1 It was three miles back to a farm- ! house where the widow could hire a conveyance to take her home. That night at ten o'clock, when the ! demure l telle brought her new- mnde husband back and Introduced 1 him. tin- widow almost hugged him ' as she exclaimed: !l "I'm glad of It! That keK washer ' of a brewer called me a dodo and my ' dallug a a cat!" 1 Burned Out a Squirrel Family. C. II. Urown of Maiden kindled a fire in a parlor stove that bad not betn used before this winter and as a r result a family of squirrels was I , burn, d out of thrlr home and the tire I t department made a hurried visit to ; the Drown residence. Near by there , Is heavily wooded land where s.julr- . rels abound The spilrrels's nest In !r cltiili d a bushel of stU Kn. leaves and 't moss and the chimney was efTe, tual- ' ly blocked when Mr. Drown attempted !a to s!.n t I'.e lire. j u While the Inmates of the house ! s were wondering at the smoke that j J, filed the rooms a patscrby was sur- j 1. prlsrd to find (lames shooting from ; 1 the 'hlniney and he rang an alarm j No t-rrlous dimag- was occasioned i and as no dead squirrels were found ! It Is presumed that they escaped. ! Rot-ton Transcript. i t i I Part of the Role. "Shall wv pose as millionaires, or as foreign dukes at the ho'el?" r "As the btter. my boy. As mi- f lloralres. we night be expected to display some evidences of wealth. Put aa dukes, nobody ran possibly take It amiss if we skip." Doing Him Justice. t "He Is hardhearted; whenever be r runs anyone down with bis auto be r speeds up and leaves them." I "That's because he's tcsder hearted, t It breaks bis heart to bear their t groans of pain." 4 71 I "Ettelle, Isn't He Just Splendid?" yon don't think that counts against him. do you?" "Of course not, mamma." "Fat can be reduced and bald heads rovered with wigs. Mr. Henderson may not be as well educated as some. Iiut he's a thorough business man. I ihought you might be prejudiced ignlnst him because he is a brewer." "Oh, no, mamma." "Of course he doesn't rinse out the kegs and bottles and refill them igaln, nor does he drive one of his ssgons He stays in the office and ounts the cash. . ' Yes, mamma." was the came de 1 nure and dutiful reply. 1 "Mr. Henderson will probably call 1 sltbln a day or two. He has pur- 1 -based a beautiful auto, and as soon 1 is he can find a chauffeur to run It 1 we are to go for a ride. I knew you I soul. I think as I do about this mater, mat-er, but still I want to praise you for iour good common sense." "Thanks, mamma." Mrs Kent smiled with satisfaction. I she hugged herself In her compla- ! ency. She believed the match as 1 Cood as made. Within a radius of I en miles of her were a hundred 1 ither mothers who could have told ler that It was the demure young ady to have an eye on, but the cau-Ion cau-Ion would have done no good. That 1 tame evening a fetter was mailed to (omebody up the stMe which con- 1 alned the following sentence: , Come at once and hire to him as 1 t chauffeur. You know how to run t in auto. Weil plan the rest after rou get here." Miss Demure was planning a llt-le llt-le scheme. It was "yes. mamma," o everything, and mamma tbvught a Ctrl twenty years old. Mr. Henderson called. Tea, be waa -.he rt and fat and pudgy. He wore a 1 |