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Show l-anl li'bstrange turned quickly around and looked at his undo. "Is anythinf? the matter, sir? said he "The matter? .No. Why should there "Only your tone was so peculiar that is all." "Well, to tell the truth, I was thinking," think-ing," said Maj. IEstrange. "Of what, sir?" questioned Paul. "Of where you meant to get the money to pay for all these things," drylv answered an-swered the old man. " -"Why, from you, of course," said Paul, half puzzled, half amused. "You have always given me all the money I wanted." "But thatis no sign that I shall alwavs continue to do so," deliberately remarked the old gentleman. "Look here, Paul, I m thinking of turning over a new leaf." "I don't understand you, sir." "Don't you? Then I must endeavor to elucidate my meaning a little. The money is mine, isn't iff"' "Most assuredly it its," Paul answered, with knitted brews. "Well, then, I have a right to deal it out as I please.. And I am seriously thinking of stopping your allowance." "Of stopping my allowance, Uncle ! Gernld?" "Yes. If you want anything you can i some to me for it, you know." "Like a school boy, Uncle Gerald!" sriod the young man, with crimsoning temples. "Why not?" serenely questioned the j old gentleman. "Do you know, I have an idea that it makes a man extravagant to have the handling of too much money. mo-ney. That, I believe, is your opinion also." ".Mine, eh?" echoed Paul. "It is what you tell your wife," said Undo L'Estrange, with a twitch of the corners of his mouth. Paul looked puzzled. "But she is a woman, sir." "And ergo, she has no wants! Is that logic, my boy?" ; , . "I am always ready to give her anything any-thing she wants!" exclaimed tho young man. . 1 "Exactly the platform which I occupy in respect to you," said Gerald. "Anil yet you don't seem satisfied with the arrangement ar-rangement I propose. Come! Lot's be judicial, my boy. Let us be perfectly impartial. Fiat justitia, ruat coelum, you know. ' If my niece's money is to be dealt out to her a penny at a time, so must my nephew's." "My dear uncle," cried Paul, jumping up, "I never looked at the thing in that light before. Jly poor, little Dolores. What a sordid old miser I must have ap peared to her. Why didn't some one do me the favor to tell me what an egregious egregi-ous idiot I was making of myself? What shall I do, Uncle Gerald? Shall I make her a regular allowance so much a week?" "I dare say we shall find some satisfactory satis-factory method of adjusting the balance," bal-ance," said Maj. L'E.strange, with a smile. "It's a sort of ad hominem argument, argu-ment, this of mine. I must confess; but it was a real trouble to little Dolores, and so I thought I would just hold up a looking glass to you, Nephew Paul. But don't look so grave;" you shall have your supper at Auranio's, and your chestnut mare, and all those other little luxuries of life which have grown to be necessities necessi-ties to you. But Dolores must have her bon bons and flowers and little charity coins also. As I said before, Hat justitia." "With all my heart, uncle," said Paul, laughing. And so little Dolores won her cause after all. She came to her uncle the next day. "Oh, uncle," she said, "I am so sorry I told you that about Paul." "Why, my dear?" asked the major. "Because we have talked the matter all over," said Dolores, "and he is so good. I am to have a separate allowance allow-ance all of my own. Isn't he splendid! And I wouldn't have him think I complained com-plained of him for all the world!" "Don't bo afraid, my dear," said the major. "It shall be a stale secret between be-tween us two forever and a day. And you are sure you're quite happy now?" "Oil, yes, quite," declared Dolores with emphasis. But she did not know that Uncle Gerald was the magician who had wrought this wonderful change. New York Ledger. . ' A RULE FOK BOTH. 4 is this the girl my nephew Paul narried?" said old Maj. L'Estrange isclf. "Why, she is nothing hut a and'a lovely child, too." soft, yellow twilight was enfold-,e enfold-,e drawing room in its enchanted ,r, and Dolores, rising from her stood with large eyes and height-vjlor height-vjlor to receive her new uncle. was only 16, but she belonged to autiful Creole race, who bloswrn so into womanhood, and she had the v of a young princess as she stood j 4 in white, with her jet black hair into a net of gleaming gold. g L'Estrange looked first at his mil then at his uncle with natural ,,. Bhe is, sir!" said he. , '"My" little V 4 ;' ' I then the old gentleman courteous-ranced, courteous-ranced, holding out one slender, -ratic hand, on .which gleamed' a ml of rare size and water, in very tflad to see you, my dear," 0, courteously, and not without a accent of affection. I from that moment all Dolores' fear and dread of her husband's vanished. m bo glad you are not a cross old she said, impulsively, is Paul given mo such a bad char-is char-is that!" said the old gentleman, 1, no, no!" cried Dolores. "But he s says 'My uncle will like thismy will disapprove . of that,' until, rou sec, I have learned to be afraid s unseen potentate. But," with a of the blue black curls, "I am not now. Oh, I am sure I shall love ;ry, very much! flight I kiss you, hi might try," said the major, look-ry look-ry much pleased; and from that nt Maj. L'Estrange and his niece-were niece-were sworn allies and firm friends. ,il von love him very milch?" said ajur, speaking, of course, of the ince Charming who had ensnared wle's heart. , . yes!" cried Dolores. "I am sure, Gerald, that there is no one like i the world. No one!" i he is good to you?" b, always." dare you happy?" s. andexcept" Ihr said Uncle Gerald. "Here's in the diamond a crumple in the ares! There ought to be no such as an except!" ere isn't." stoutly maintained Do-"Only" Do-"Only" i the same tiling," said Uncle I, shaking 1 1 is head. "An 'only!' Dolores, what is it? Open con-i. con-i. remember, is good for the soul, is the meaning of this mysterious ires hung down her head, the ink-lashes ink-lashes drooped over her peach blos-ieek. blos-ieek. sn'tanythingat all, Uncle Gerald," if. "Only I should like a littl to spend sometimes." . !'' said the major. "Why, how is Paul isn't a miser, I hope." . j 1 in IhelesBt," cried Dolores. "But -I hardly know how to exph.in '-!. thinks I ought to come to r every penny I spend. He thinks Id keep within a certain limit. Of he's right, but it's a little hard nies, There's no need for a n's .iK'ndim; money, he says.'" "'commented tho major.," '1 I w anted some bonbons dread-"sterday," dread-"sterday," snid Dolores, laughing ntJiing. "Of course it's ridiculous u n woman like me waiiting bon-a bon-a child; but, indeed, Uncle ;. I couldn't help it. and I was "d to ask Paul for $1 to buy French with; and if there's an organ '. or a beggar, or a poor woman buttons and shoestring, why, I "'y rings and my ribbons and my Hs, hut nothing el.-ie." -..' major smiled' and stroked his ilk beard as he sat there in the "chair in the .rdiadow of ttie'sweet m passion vines. b "Md case," said he. . j isn't it?" cried Dolores earnestly. 1 Paul he ought to give me a regti-1,1 regti-1,1 for pin money, but he only i' me and says I am a little goose. u""ld he like it himself, I won- l!' said the major; "how, indeed?" 'l flowers!" cried Dolores, clasping mus. ''There was a flower girl yesterday with the Rweetest Japan. tuheroses, and I could not buy -ind tuberoses always make mu ' hcautiful New Orleans. Oh, eiald, I did so w.mt those waxen Hut Paul says it makes a wo-xtrwagant wo-xtrwagant to have all the money "'to. Would tho tuberoses have rayagaiit, Uncle Gerald?' '; id the old gentleman, looking wuitifal speaking face, "I don't ,py would. But now, little Do-"Wo Do-"Wo comes your poiiy up the n ; fc'1' your airing and leave me e 'uajnr did not sleep at all. He 'a f1-6 faced the flnancif Prob" i , e 'Estrange household nu re taquerit, I i !' L ?traNge came up from the ctvy I rning in excellent epirfts. 'to , 11 Un " he said' "r sha11 ; 'y fancy my meeting Hall and "nii the parade this afternoon! j r'?M me that CoL Praed and j Jennings are in town also. So I ! IC.nrdered alttle bachelor supper j '' for to-morrow evening." j "J :i!J 3faj- L'E5.trange. I Pa I a,t,t.hatJwtnut mare, sir,"! Hi 1' "'le 'P'y perfect, so i.'"' n'iln to brin her up here. I her for 5373. It's a barsin."j |