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Show -- V-" ? STORYdfC &Y A.COMAN DOYL dress? This Is a divided skirt." Then he sew that It was Indeed so arranged, and that his daughter was dad in a sort of loose, extremely long knickerbockers. "It will be s) convenient for my she explained. ' Her father shook his head sadly. Your dear mother would not have liked it, Clara," said he. For a moment the conspiracy was on the point of collapsing There was something in the gentleness of his rebuke, and in his appeal to her mother, which brought the tears to her eyes, and in another instant she would have been kneeling beside him with everything confessed, when the door flew open and her sister Ida came bounding Into the room. She wore a short, grey skirt, like that of Mrs. Westmaeott, and she held it up in each hand and danced about among the furniture. I feel quite the Gaiety girl, she cried. How delicious It must be to be upon the stage! Yo cant think how nice this dress Is, papa. One feels so free in it. And isnt Clara charming? Go to your room this Instant and take it off!" thundered the doctor. I call it highly improper, and no daughter of mine shall wear it. Papa! Improper! Why, it is the exact model of Mrs. Westmaeotts. I say it is improper. And yours also, Clara! Your conduct is really outrageous. You drive me out of the house. I am going to my club In town. I have no comfort or peace of mind in my own house. I will stand it no longer. I may be late I shall go to the British Medical meeting. But when I return I Ehall hope to find that you have shaken clear of the yourself pernicious influences which have recently made such an alteration in He seized his hat, slammed the dining-roodoor, and a few minutes later they heard the crash of the big front gate. Victory, Clara, victory!" cried Ida, still pirouetting around the furniture. Did you hear what he said? Pernicious influences! Dont you understand, Clara? Why do yoi sit there so pale and glum? Why dont you get up and dance? Oh, I shall be so glad when it is over. Ida. I do hate to give him pain. Surely he has learned now that it Is very unpleasant to spends ones life with reformers. He has almost learned it, Clara. Just one more little lesson. We must not risk all at this last moment." What would you do, Ida? Oh, dont do anything too dreadful. I feel that we have gone too far already. Oh, we can do it very nicely. You see we are both engaged and that makes it very easy. Harold wUl do what you ask him, especially as you have told him the reason why, and my Charles will do it without even wanting to know the reason. Now you know what Mrs. Westmaeott thinks about the reserve of young ladies. Mere prudery, affects' tlon, and a relic of the dark ages of the Zenana. Those were her words, were they not? What then? "Well, now we must put it in practice. We are reducing all her other views to practice, and we must not shirk this one. But what would you do? Oh, dont look so wicked, Ida! You look like some evil little fairy, with your golden hair and dancing, mlschevous eyes. I know that you are going to propose something dreadful!" We must give a little supper tonight." We? A supper! Why not? Young gentlemen give suppers. Why not young ladies?" But whom shall we invite? Why, Harold and Charles, of course.' And the Admiral and Mrs. Hay Denver? Oh, no. That would be very We must keep up with the times, Clara. But what can we give them for supper Oh, something with a nice, fast, rolflavor to it. Let licking, me see! Champagne, of course and oysters. Oysters will do. In the novels all the naughty people take champagne any oysters. Besides, they won't need any cooking. How is your pocket-moneClara? I have three pounds." And I have one. Four pounds. I have no idea how much champagne costs. Have you? Not the slightest. How many oysters does a man eat? I can't imagine. Ill .write and ask Charles. No, I wont. Ill ask Jane. Ring for her, Clara. She has been a cook, and is sure to know. reJane, on being fused to commit herseff beyond the statement that it depended upon the gentleman, and als upon the oysters. The united experience of the kitchen, however, testified that three dozen was a faif provision. Then we shall have eight dozen altogether, said Ida, jotting down all her requirements upon a sheet of paAnd two pints of champagne. per. And some brown bread and vinegar and pepper. That's all, I think. It is not so very difficult to give a supper after all, Is it, Clara? I don't like it, Ida. It seems to me to be so verv indelicate. But it is needed to clinch the matter. No, there is no drawing back now, Clara, or we shall ruin everything. Papa is sure to come back by the 9.45. He will reach the door at 10. We must have everything ready for him. Now, just sit down at once, and ask Harold to come at 9 oclock, and I shall do the same to Charles. The two Invitations were dispatched, received and accepted. Harold was already a confidant, and he understood that this was some further development of the plot. As to Charles, he was so accustomed to feminine eccentricity, in the person of his aunt, that the only thing which could "surprise him would be a rigid observance of etiquette. At 9 oclock they entered the of No. 2, to find the masdining-ha- ll ter of the house absent, a lamp, a snowy cloth, a pleasant little i feast, and the two whom they would have chosen, as their companions. A merrier party never met, and the house rang with their laughter and their chatter. It is three minutes to ten, cried Clara suddenly, glancing at the clock. Good gracious! Soltis! Now for our little tableau!" Ida pushed the champagne bottles obtrusively forward, in the direction of the door, and scattered oyster shells over the cloth "Have you your pipe, Charles? s, press association. JNTERWTIONAL CHAPTER X. HOMES OK THE FI TlRK. that day the Doctors peace was gone.. Never was a quid and orderly transhousehold formed so suddenly into a bear garden, or a happy man turned Into such a completely miserable one. He had never realized before how entirely liis daughters had shielded him from all the friction of life. Now that they had not only ceased to protect him, but had themselves become a source of trouble to him, he began to understand how great the blessing was which he had enjoyed, and to sigh for the happy days before his girls had come under the influence of his neighbor. tt You dont look happy, Mrs. had remarked to him one morning. You are pale and a little oft color. You should come with me for a ten mile epin upon the tandem." I am troubled about my girls." They were walking up and down in the garden. From time to time there sounded from the house behind them the long, sad wail of a French horn. "That is Ida," said he. She has taken to practicing on that dreadful instrument in the intervals of her chemistry. And Clara is quite as bad. I declare it Is getting quite unendurable. Ah, Doctor, Doctor! she cried, shaking her forefinger, with a gleam of her white teeth. "You must live up to your principles you must give your daughters the same liberty as you advocate for other women. But .Liberty, madam, certainly! this approaches to license." . The same law for all, my friend Sh tapped him reprovingly on the arm with her sunshade. When you were twenty your father did not, I presume, object to your learning chemistry or playing a musical instrument. You Would have thought it tyranny if he had." But there is sucn a sudden change in them both. "Yes, I have noticed that they have been .very enthusiastic lately in the cause of liberty. Of all my disciples I think that they promise to be the most devoted and consistent, which is the more natural since their father is one of our most trusted champions. The Doctor gave a twitch of impatience. I seem to have lost all authority," he cried. "No, no, my dear friend. They are a little exuberant at having broken the trammels of custom. That is all." , You cannot think what I have to It has been put up with, madam. a dreadful experience. Last night, after I had extinguished the candle in I placed my foot upon my something smooth and hard, which from scuttled under me. Imagine my horror! I lit the gas, and caine upon a n tortoise which Clara has thought fit to Introduce into the house. I call it a filthy custom to have Buch pets. Mrs. Westmaeott dropped him a little courtesy. "Thank you, sir, said she.- - "That is a nice little side hit at my poor Eliza." I give you my word that I had forgotten about her, cried the Doctor, One such pet may no doubt flushing. be endured, but two are more than I can bear. Ida has a monkey which lives on the curtain rod. It is a most creature. It will remain ab- -. t dreadful motionless until it sees that solutely you have forgotten its presence, and then it will suddenly bound from plct-- , ure to picture all round the walls, and e end by swinging down on the and jumping on to the top of your head. At breakfast it stole a poached egg and daubed it all over the door handle. Ida calls these outrages amusing I tricks. said the "Oh, all will come right, J widow reassuringly. And Clara is as bad. Clara who used t to be so good and sweet, the very im-- i age of her poor mother. She insists upon this preposterous scheme of being a pilot, and will talk of nothing but revolving lights and hidden rocks, and codes of signals, and nonsense of the kind. But why preposterous?" asked his What nobler occupation companion. can there be than that of stimulating commerce, and aiding the mariner to steer safely into port? I should think your daughter admirably adapted for such duties." Then I must beg to differ from you, madam." Still, you are .inconsistent." Excuse me, madam, I do not see the matter in the same light And I should be obliged to you If you would use your Influence with my daughter to dissuade her. You wish me to be Inconsistent, too." Then you refuse? I am afraid that I cannot Interfere. angry. Very f The Doctor was very In that case well, madam, said he. 1 1 can only say that I have the honor to wish you a very good morning. I He raised his broad straw hat and strode away up the gravel path, while jf the widow looked after him with twink-- 1 ling eyes. She was surprised herself I to find that she liked the Doctor better I the more masculine and aggressive he became. It was unreasonable and I against all principle, and yet so it was I and no argument could mend the matter. Very hot and very angry, the Doctor retired Into his room and sat down to read his paper. Ida had retired, and the distant wails of the bugle showed that she was upstairs In her boudoir. Clara sat opposite to him with her exasperating charts and blue book. The Doctor glanced at her and his eyes remained fixed In astonishment upon the front of her skirt. My dear Clara, he cried, you have corn your skirt! His daughter laughed and smoothed out her frock. To his horror he saw the red plush of the chair where the dress ought to have been. It Is all torn!" he cried. What have you ROM West-maco- m , bed-roo- well-grow- jon bell-rop- ; . and arlan reor- - from rillas, roopa Yen- - ssued with rating .hat the Balkan lrly ln i a state tilled W iree P led with ce Minstrt Isaffected done?:. My dear papa, said she, what do jou know about the mysteries of ladies ht y, . I rum the effect otherwise. The large man diew out a red ease, and extracted a great yellow meerschaum, out of which, a moment later, be was puding thick wreaths of smoke. Harold had l.t a cigar, and both the girls had cigarettes. That looks very nice and emancipated," said Ida, glancing round. Now I shall lie on tnts sofa. So! Now, Charhs. just sit here and throw your arm caielessly over the back of the sofa. No, don't stop smoking. I like It. Clara, dear, put your feet upon the coalscuttle, and do try to look a little dissipated. I wish we could crown ourselves with flowers. There are some lettuces on the sideboard. Oh, dear, here he Is! I hear his key. She began to sing In her high, fresh voice a little snatch from a French song, with a chorus. swinging tra la-The dtietor had walked home from the station in a peaceable and relenting frame of mind, feeling that, perhaps, he had said too much in the morning, that his daughters had for years been models In every way, and that, it there had been any change of late, it was, as they said themselves, on account of their anxiety to follow his advice and to imitate Mrs. Westmaeott. He could see clearly enough now that that advice was unwise, and that a world peopled with Mrs. Westmacotts would not be a happy or a soothing one. It was he who was himself to blame, and he was grieved by the thought that perhaps his hot words had troubled and saddened his two girls. This fear, however, was soon dissipated. As he entered his hall he heard the voice of Ida uplifted In a rollicking ditty, and a very strong smell of tobacco was borne to his nostrils. He threw open the dining-roodoor, and stood aghast at the scene which met his eyes. The room was full of the blue wreaths, of smoke, and the lamp-ligshone through the thin haze upon bottles, plates, napkins, and a litter of oyster shells and cigarettes. Ida, flushed and excited, was reclining at her elupon a settee, a wine-glabow, and a cigarette between her fingers, while Charles Westmaeott sat beside her, with his arm thrown over the head of the sofa, with the suggestion of a caress. On the other side of the room, Clara was lounging in an with Harold seated beside her, both smoking, and both with beside them. The doctor stood speechless In the doorway, staring at the Bacchanalian scene. Come in, papa! Do! cried Ida. Wont you havq a glass of champagne? Pray excuse me," said her father, coldly. I feel that I am Intruding. I did not know that you were entertaining. Perhaps you will kindly let me knowbvhen you have finished. You will find me In my study." He Ignored the two young men completely, and, closing the door, retired, deeply hurt and mortified, to his room. A quarter of an hour afterward he heard the door slam and his two girls came to announce that the quests were gone. t 1 ss arm-chai- r, Mne-glass- i TO BE CONTINUED. A SQUIRREL IN A CAR.' How a Boston Girl Startled Some Dignified People Out of Their Reserve. A girl got Into an open electric-ca- r the other afternoon, stepped over the end man, past a fat woman with a bundle and squeezed down in the fifth seat, and then the fun began, says the Boston Herald. Snuggled beneath her cape was a little chipmunk, which the girl had evidently rescued from its wild life among woodland trees and wayside stonewalls, and was Intent on taming. A tiny chain had been fastened about the pretty creatures neck, and the girl held one end of It, while the captive took various runs on to her shoulder or over her lap to see what was happening In this strange, noisy world, so unlike the Papeaceful country he had left. tience! exclaimed the fat woman with the big bundle, whats that? and edged along, crushing the end man agW nst the rail. The passengers on the left of the girl stopped gazing Into the gutter, and also shrunk together as Master Chipmunk brandished his tail and peered at them from the friendly shoulder. "Is that a monkey or a rat? inquired a woman of her neighbor. No! with scorn, its a squirrel. Oh! gracious, It's goln' to jump over here! Then the girl cuddled the little beast under her chin and fondled it, as wicked girls will a dumb animal when they see their caresses nettle sensitive lookers-oand the fat woman sniffed hard and the end man stepped off on the running board,- - and the passengers on the left no longer contemplated the gutter, but signaled the conductor to stop, and In less than three minutes after the girl and the chipmunk boarded that open car she had a cool breezy end seat. And it wasn't a game of bluff, either. n, Runes in War, It may be interesting, in view of the recent war between China and Japan, to show a few of the tricks of the trade in other words, a few of the peculiar strategems which have been successful from time to time in past years. The Americans once played a neat trick 'upun an English fleet. The ships in question were threatening a part of the American coast, when it was rumored that a man had discovered a combustible which could easily be transmitted to the fleet and ignited, and which would produce terrible results. Of course the information was conveyed to the British commander, and no doubt he was sadly disturbed in consequence. At any rate, one day several barrels were sent in the direction of the vessels, followed by a man with a complicated arrangement in a boat. On nearing their destination one of them exploded, whereupon the fleet slipped anchor and departed in great haste. The inventor had done his utmost. however, for the remaining barrels were harmless. It is said that once when the French made a descent on the coast of Wales they were held in check for some time The by a rather peculiar stratagem. women, who then generally wore long red cloaks, were collected and marched among the hills in full view of the invaders, and. as they kept appearing in different points, it gave the idea that there was a considerable number of soldiers near ut hand. The French were somewhat ufrald of attacking, and, as a sufficient force was soon collected to repel them, they took to their ships in a hurry. , In another case a besieged city, short of provisions, was on the point of surrendering, as they found it impossible to convey a message outside for help. In these straits a young man volunteered to pass the enemy and, if possible, obtain assistance. To do this he left the city with a bridle in his hand, and, mixing with the invaders, asked if any one of them had seen his horse. In this way he got tiirough their ranks and was the means of getting the city delivered. A Moorish general on. one occasion rallied his troops in a very simple man ner. They were beginning to retreat, when he sat down In a field, declaring that he would there wait for death, see- ! tug that h was forsaken by his troops. They were ashamed of their conduct. My pipe! Yes. Then please smoke It. Now don t and, returning, ultimately gained the argue about It, but do It. for you will victory. Columbia Press. VJt ' J, That night in a box at the opera an old man in a business suit sat at the very front by the side of his daughter, young people in evening dress and looking happv, sat just behltia, A daughter is a daughter, come what will, and there was actually a soft light that night in the eyes of Mrs. Geraldine Banks, for that day her mind had learned a lesson and her heart had a harden. Edward B, Claik In the Chicago Record Herald. ltd Love. Mv heart, I bid the answer How are Love's marvels wrought? Two hearts to one pulse beating. Two spirits with one thought! And tell me how love eometh? 'Tls here unsought, unsent! And tell me how love goeth? That was not love whlth went. By an Unknown German Poet, la gold-topp- tn)ni lo-- t FOUR ACES BEAT THREE. This Is Why a Bad Man Suddenly Quit His Boasting. The Pacific express had to wait for half an hour at Rawlins, and while the passengers wore walking up and down the platfoim a man who was dressed like a cowboy began whooping and firing his guns and telling what a terror he was, II9 had performed about ten minutes when a man of middle age who had been quietly listening advanced and queried: Stranger, whar did ye say ye hailed from? From Grizzly Gulch sir, and Grizzly Gulch is the beginning of Fightiu' creek. "And youve killed men? Acres of em. And held up towns? A hundred of 'em. And yer name what might yer name be? My name whoop! Thar haint a cilrfbr in this hull kentry what don't tremble when he hpars it. My name, Jim. sir, ar Three-AcSo? drawled the man. Wall, Im sorry tur ye really sorry. "Don't go fur to rile me, shouted the terror as he flung his arms around. Wlio be you that ye ar sorry fur Three-AcJim?" "Why, Im Four-AcJack, replied the other as he pulled a gun and touched the terrors nose with the muzzle, "and as four aces alius beat three I reckon yed better travel! Say, said the man from Grizzly Gulch, after a long look around, I've got pressln bizness over at Cedar City, and if this yere crowd will kindly excuse me Ill be goln right away." slab-side- Mrs. Geraldine Banks, widow, of Chicago and her daughter Dorothy were at Rye Beach. Mrs. Banks had enough money something like three millions to make her last name eminently fitting. Her father, who had made a fortune In tram, forming rank Chicago fat Into delicate French soap, had given her the millions outright at her marriage with John Banks, now deceased. Father and daughter didn't see earh other often in the latter days. They moved In different social circles. Mrs. Banks had a great gray stone palace within sound of the lashing lake waters, while the father preferred to live in something little bigger than a cottage under the very shadow of the chimneys and within smelling range, so to speak, of the factory that had brought him his fortune. Dorothy Bnaks was delightfully pretty, aristocratic looking withal, and as sweetly disposed toward humanity in general as a girl possibly could be whose mother was constantly reminding her of her station in life and that were interesting chiefly the at a distance. Mrs. Banks wished her daughter to many, as she put It, a gentleman and a man of lineage. There came to Rye Beach that summer young Peabody Standish of Boston, He was a Harvard man and one whose ancestors names had been borne on the rolls of that school ever since John Harvards day. Now, Peabody Standish was a fine young fellow, athletic, handsome and with a manner which New England fogs and frosts had failed to chill. Peabody Standish and Dorothy Banks met. The Boston man liked the beauty and the breeziness of the western girl, and Dorothy, with never a thought of what her mother had said about aristocracy, liked the eastern man for himself. It Is perhap3 needless to say that Mrs. Banks looked on approvingly. The young fellow from Boston lingered longer at Rye Beach that summer than he had Intended. He knew In a general way who Mrs. Banks of Chicago was, for he had a bit of law business with a Chicago client In which some of the Banks holdings had figured. He didnt make any Inquiries. Had he momentarily felt so Inclined a look at Dorothy would have checked him, for she was sweet and winsome enough to make up for a family skeleton In every closet of a Chicago mansion. Dorothy Banks and Peabody Standish were engaged, Mrs. Banks and her daughter were back In Chicago and the marriage wras set for the spring. Once In a while through the winter a shadow would come Into Dorothys face. Mamma, she would Bay, we ought to have told Peabouy about grandpa. I know hes what you call vulgar, but hes good and and would he affectionate if youd only let him. Your grandfather and Mr. Standish will have to meet some day, Dorothy, but theres no particular hurry about hol-poll- kind-hearte- Immediately after the wedding he went abroad and remained there eight When they returned to months. Chicago he secured an office and buckled down to business. It was Standishs second1 day at his work. He and Dorothy were living with Mrs. Banks. At 5 oclock that afternoon the Banks carriage was sent to Standish's office to take him home. Peabody would have preferred walking, but he took his seat in the carriage and started homeward. At a street corner he saw the bent but sturdy figure of an old man, who was e e e Did you ever have geetwistlcus of the liver with complications of spring fever? Its that strange, indescribable disease that drives one to thinking of his boyhood days down on the farm." Happy days! But the geetwistlcus of the liver lr bad ailment It causes otherwt&e sensible men to write poetry and propose to widows. These are the two forms generally diagnosed. While it Is hard on our friends, we feel truly thankful this evening" that our attack took the former route. The first verso was like this: Down In the "run where the blue-bell- s be, Memriea of boyhood air beckonin me. Once upon a time we knew an Englishman who clipped his gs," and we decided to roll up our trousers legs at the bottom, to make bolieve it was raining In and to clip our gs just as though we had been accustomed to It. Having sharpened our saw we cut off another spasm. When It had been doctored thoroughly, it read like this: Meadow larks carol, In rapsodies Heart throbs, that wing to tile sky and the teas. That looked good to us, like our wife who has been away on a long visit, and we raised the meat ax again. It fell! And this is the next verse: Frogs In the bayou go chug! ker plunk! Sun in the red west be almost sunk! OUR GREAT NATIONAL GAME. We felt quite at home on the back Proof That Baseball Fever Is No Re- of Pegasus after writing this, having specter of Persons. been associated with frogs all our life. The baseball fever Is no respecter Did you ever hold a frog by the loft of persons. The broker with the high hind toes and have him try to hat and the bank account and the kick loose? It is great sport, a little barefooted boy stand side by side and hard on the frog, but entertaining in eagerly await the next inning. But the extreme, especially If you are a there la some little Interest when It woman, because every time the frog comes out that the fever that comes kicks you will scream and teeter with the first game reaches the dignl around like a cockroach on a hot k fled ecclesiastic. But It does, and It griddle. The fourth spout reminded us of a spot .out back of sometimes goes very high. One day last summer, when the lead- mothers raspberry bushes, where we ing teams were running very close, annually did stunts with a a reporter called on Cardinal Gibbons fork and a tomato can. It went like to ask him some questions regarding this: the popes encyclical which had re- Worms In the bait can squirmin en-tThe cardinal masse cently been published. game rock- granted the 'Interview and the re- Fearinbase.tne teeth of porter left the room. He was going down the steps when his emlnedce, In bullhead time we carried our loaning over the landing, called out: worms loose in the pocket of our short Have you heard score? coat, because no boy that ever tackled Yes, said the surprised reporter, a good bullhead hole when the wind It was 3 to 2 and In our favor. is in the west, could ever take tlma Good, said the cardinal, with a to run back and forth to a baitbox on smile, that puts us two points ahead, a stump. Some people do not carry doesn't It? their worms In the same manner w The reporter didn't know, but he re- did but that is neither here nor there, Mrs. Banks. alized that the cardinal knew a great at least It Isn't here! Ah, there! plodding along with his eyes on the many things that he didn't But to return to the geetwistlcus of ground. Standish looked ai the bowed the liver. The next four verses came Ledger. figure for a moment, then a pleased In a lump like an extra drag of relalook came Into his eyes and he shouted KEPT CHURCH PEOPLE AWAKE, tives on circus day, and here they a rather peremptory Stop to the are: coachman. Standish jumped from the Mosquitoes Have Fun With a Mis- Bhincr and in an and was Instant crapple and pumpkin-tal- l carriage by the souri Congregation. Flounder and flop in the minnie-pai- h side of the old follow on the sidewalk, The New Jersey mosquito bears the Cotchcd every one with a new snare and was grasping him by the hand. reputation of being the most malihook Mr. Chandler. Is It really you? cious and persistent of his species, Boughten with eggs what I Jest dona said Standish, with a ring of genuine took. but he seems to have a pleasure In his voice and his eyes rival in some of Missouri dangerous Shirt of denim and trousers blue extraction fairly dancing. which have been operating at and Half sun dried to a sorrel hue; Well, bless me, if It aint young about La aome, with a tan of Grange. "Mosquitoes have Feet Standish Yes, I'ts me, Jabez Chandler, been unusually plentiful in La Grange Hangbrown, from the bridge to the water down. all right, but I didnt suppose youd during the last week, says the Indiremember me. By this time we were getting of that place. They came near Remember you. Do you suppose cator, "chesty, and decided to throw off th services at various the up breaking Id forget the man who came to my churches rest with one swell foop we mean Sunday evening. The con fathers rescue and made it possible fell swoop! We did. Here It Is, is It: livewere that the evening gregations for me to go through college? Forget liest ever seen in La Grange. The Bobber she goes with a jump like mad; you? I should think not. with short skirts were 'Bout the eteenlh bite and no tish, by Well, Mr. Standish, your grand- young girls dad. father did me a turn In the past, when kept busy scratching, their lower im dun hav' ut clean up to uma Let ladies limbs; the wearing thin waists I was a boy, that I aint tail. forgot yet gave their attention to their shoulbut Ive booked 'er whale!" Gehoaiphat! and aint likely to. I looked you up as soon as I ders, while the men with scanty supGo it. you flghtln shad by thunder, reached Chicago, Mr. Chandler, and plies of hair were entertaining their Dont git away from this ere ol lad! on luncheon at cousins' of the tops found you were in California. their craniums. It was quite amusing Waterfoam,whipped white, to a feathery The old man smiled a little. to hear the smack of some person Ticklee me yet aa I trudge tord home! Standish beckoned to the coaehman. Then having completely finished the The man drove up alongside the curb whose Irish had been aroused by the and Standish, turning to the old man, bite of a mosquito, and who had land- poem, we employed a trick of tha said: "You're coming home to dinner ed on the intruder with a severe blow trade to make It longer and more with me I wont take no for during the services. impressive. We tacked the first verse an answer. You must meet my wife, onto the tail end: My Lady. and Standish fairly forced the old man Down In the where the Fpon her face into the carriage. be A thousand dimples smile for me; Of love the work, of luxe the grace; Memriea of boyhood air beckonin' me. Jabez Chandler had a queer exBeside the rest you cannot see pression 'on his face ashe mounted We cannot always control ourselves Upon her face. the steps of the Banks mansion, arm when 111 of geetwistlcus of the liver Her lips pretty in arm with the younger man. Standish Are full of with spring fover done in trails on laughter and of mirth. lea him into the great room off the And all her words outwit eclipse; the platter alongside, but In our sane his Love makes earth upon palace hall. The younger man was as exand sanitary moments we never do Her pretty lips. uberant as a schoolboy. Dorothy, We trust the explanation will this. Her rounded throat he called, Dorothy. be commensurate and duly accepted. Of marble seems that lies beneath; came a from No has to recess In a note mortal yet Dorothy dared Our Intentions are as harmless as a Save with the eyes of love and faith dim corner of the room. Dorothy, baby burro and our desire to please Her rounded throat. Ive brought home the best friend, as great as his ears. voice Her tender barring my parents, I ever had in my go sweetly strikes on lovers ear; life. This is Mr, Chandler, dear. And when she sings the notes rejolcs And now there is trouble down In the harmony to hear Dorothy came forward, her face OneeOf more her sweet voice Indian Territory, as the following, showing white in the half light of the In New York Tribune. Regnard from one of the country papers, will room, and with a frightened look in e The substantiate: paper The Power of Papa. her eyes. Then the look fled, she one run mental by jackass power one went forward. is of those The little girls father Grandpa, she said and held out both hands. The old city officials whose duty it is to put dynamo up at Bluejacket tried to get man kissed her quickly with some- undesirable tenants out of houses. The a little Bweetness out of sour grapes last week because the People of Fair-lan- d other day some one said in the child thing of yearning in his eyes. decided that they would rather Man proposes, but God There was something stern In presence: have the Chelsea Cornet Band in Standishs face. Dorothy, he said, disposes." Here the boastfulness to the Bluejacket band. why did I not know this? Immaturity asserted itself, for the preference never heard the Bluejacket have We Dorothy turned, and the oid man small maiden looked up at her elders band, but have no doubt it Is a good You ought and exclaimed: quickly left the room. one, but there are others. We are to have known, dear, she said. I Humph! My papa does more than willing to bet his head against a dont know what to tell you. We that. He disposesses, dwelling on pumpkin (the most even odds we can the final sylables as if they contained think thought of) that he would not know a "I think I see it, but I dont believe proof of her parents might power. good band If he should ever have th It. You me told York Times. New you thought something good fortune to hear one." once of your mothers ideas of birth Aluminum. and education and refinement. Thank Working An Illinois paper speaks of a yonng God, Dorothy, those things dont make According to a German patent tha a man forget his friends nor make toughness and durability of aluminum man that had a severe attack of him ashamed of his relatives. I know can be much Increased by the addi- strawberry colic. Seems as though youre not ashamed, dear; I think I tion of phosphorus. The addition of we wouldnt mind having the colic ourknow all about it, and he kissed her 7 to 15 per cent makes the metal ex- self. tremely hard and tough and well 3 3 3 softly. Standish turned from his wife and adapted for forgings. Three per cent After the cynical cuss has jibed fit tohorseshoe a and went straight metal, the room of Mrs. produces good womankind as long as ever he Banks. He was there about fifteen with a 2 per cent addition it can ba he goes to oae of them with hia easily rolled. minutes. troubles. flap-jac- four-tine- d he know-Publi- blue-bel- ' 5?? one-hors- It Dorothy. Everything will be all right If you do as I tali you. And secretly though Dorothy troubled, did what long custom had Insured her to do, to abide by wbat her mother said. They were married In April. Sti&dlsh, yielding to his mother request, agreed to make Chicago his home, and to look after her property Interests, With Dorothy Pea-bod- y n? - V ; ls -- |
