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Show Roan Mare Told Secret Tho wlso old farmer and his good wife were discussing tho case of their eldest son. Tho eldest son had beon absenting himself from tho family clrclo on Wednesday and Sunday evenings with suspicious regularity now these many weeks. Not only that, but on thoso evenings ho donned tho very finest of his clothes. Father remembered re-membered that In tho courting otl-quetto otl-quetto of his youth Wednesday evening even-ing calls wero considered by tho girl's parents to mean business; also that staying to Sunday night supper was equivalent to publishing tho bans. Mother looked troubled. Sho confessed con-fessed sho would llko to know who tho girl wns. "I do hopo sho knows something about housekeeping nnd Isn't a. girl who Is always guild lng about," sho said wistfully, with an nnxlops look on her usually placid brow. "Why don't you nsk him?" Mid father, with a twlnklo In his oyo. "Ask him! How would you have liked to bo asked where you wero going go-ing when you " Mother blushed and father looked contrite. "Then nsk tho roan mare," ho suggested. sug-gested. "What that roan mare doel not know about tho business Isn't worth knowing. You havo Hiram hitch her up to-morrow and glvo her her head, and sho'U soon show you your future- daugliter-m-law. Mother ndopted father's suggestion tho noxt day, and sure enough, ths roan maro trotted off In a way so pup poseful It wns almost human. She turned neither to tho right nor to the left until eho had come to tbo end ot her accustomed route. Then sho halted, and turned to look round Into tho buggy Inquiringly. Tho pucker disappeared from mother's moth-er's brow, and sho beamed upon the roan mare ns If It had been all her doing; for this was tho ono girl out of tho wholo township whom sho would have selected herself If sho bnd been consulted. New York Press. |