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Show OITE OF HIS TRICKS. "I like to go to weddings," Betsy confided, con-fided, as we took our seats in the pew. "I always suspected that you were cruel naturally," I observed, reflectively. reflec-tively. "Poh!" said Betsy, contemptuously, "I hate such hackneyed old Jokes." "But I didn't mean any Joke," I protested. pro-tested. "Oh. of course not," assented Betsy. "What I did mean is that you like to go to every wedding but the one I particularly want you to," I explained, elaborately. "Isn't Daisy Woodshlne's gown perfectly per-fectly lovely?" exclaimed Betsy, with just a trace of haste in . changing the subject. "I wonder why she Isn't one of the bridesmaids." "Why, haven't you heard?" I "inquired, "in-quired, f "No. Why?" asked Betsy, eagerly. I shook my head slowly and thoughtfully. thought-fully. .- "I'm afraid It wouldn't be er er er quite proper to tell you," I said, carefully care-fully weighing my words, "unless " "Unless what?" asked Betsy, breathlessly. breath-lessly. "Unless you are my affiances wife. Will yoii be?" I questioned. "Bah!" said Betsy, pettishly. "I might have known It was only one of your tricks." "There are some confidences It is not in good taste for mere friends of opposite oppo-site sexes to share." I imparted this bit of information with a highly virtuous air. Betf y calmly sun-eyed some more arrivals. ar-rivals. "But I can say this much: it was something that made it quite impossible for her to be one," I hinted, as Indifferently Indiffer-ently as possible: i Betsy's firmly compressed lips almost sprang open, and she nearly turned toward to-ward me. "There would be no end of talk If she was one in spite of it," I added, mysteriously. mys-teriously. "I promise!" gasped Betsy. "She wasn't asked," I laughed, overjoyed over-joyed with my cunning. ' Don't forget your promise, dearest." "Promise? M!p? Whv. w"- promise?" prom-ise?" demanded Betsy, scornfully. And alter caieiui i.ui:sio;.iiLto.i well, I did not explain what promise. |