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Show Wise Son. . Mrs. Dash la young, handsome and worldly Morning, noon and nlglit sho appears fresh and eager for Its pay. ety, for no one loves llfp more ttinn sho does. Sho has a small son 3 ycais old who seems to carry round with him a soul at least 3,600 years old. Ho is a romantic, ro-mantic, highly geared llttlo chap, although al-though sturdy and cheiubtc to the e)e, a more baby, ond ills parcntB have had tho good sense to let hint unfold from within under tho guidance of an old world nursery governess. The llttlo lad's fancies nre quaint nnd fantastic and the days nro too short for his Imagination to get Its work In. Ihtsy, Indeed, is ho with his pony, his small pots, his old nurso and his outdoor nnd Indoor play. Recently his lovely mamma was stricken with n serious Illness. The telephone jangled nil day with tho Inquiries In-quiries of friends, servants with solemn sol-emn faces moved nhout, noiseless trained nurses enmo nnd went, doctors arrived In swlrt motors nnd llttlo "Chapplo" was much Impressed with his first knowledge of dangerous Bick-ness Bick-ness In a fortnight he was summoned to the sickroom to see his mamma, who was beginning to feel the real glow of convn'p(.cence. There wns his mother suro enough llng palely beaming under a canopy of snow) Inces against tho embroidered embroid-ered pillows around which swept the very silken coverlid. "Good morning, my baby boy," with a hug. "What hnH my blessed been doing whllo his mother was slck7 What ha3 he done with all tho beautiful beau-tiful (lowers that enmej" Lifting hl& henfl proudly and dimpling dimp-ling with pleasure, said ho: "I'vo been keeping the flowers fresh to put on your grnvo, dear mother." Chicago' Chronicle. |