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Show THREE OF A KIND j I I Hr J. W. KKNVAHII I I I I f.iivrM I, Mt, tip 71m Alkri Vll.l f'.wifwiny I I Mlsa Prinze came Into her parlor at the Overmont with her bend high In air sure ilcn with her of a perturbed spirit and an aroused temper. "Who do you s'peso la here. C'lln-dy?" C'lln-dy?" she asked, explosively. "Why 1 can't guess." replied the girl, slowly, "la It anyone I know?" "Anyone you know! Iluuiph! I ahould think yon ought lo know him; you've seen him often enough this last year to know him!" "Not" began Ccllinla. the pink roses suddenly hiiKimlug In the garden of ht" pretty cheek. "Yoa, 'tis, loo!" snapped her aunt, "Itniror Lyon! Now what d'ye think of that for downrlKht Impudence?" 'T don't really see how It Is exactly Impudence, auntie " "Yea, It is Impudence, and you know It li!" replied that lady, testily. "Here he has been tralpsln' after me all winter win-ter me or my money, tho Iird only knowa which and no aisiner do I get settled down for a quiet summer than he bobs up to spoil everything. If that ain't Impndi-nre. I'd like to know what you'd call It! I wonder how he found out wlr-rc I wns?" Hid the roses deepen In hue In that aweet garden? If they illi!. Mlsa I'rln- gle didn't notice, for tho slinpely head was bent low. "I'eiliaps lie didn't know; he may Just have linppened to eonio bets. You know Overmoiii Is getting to be quite a fashionable resort nowadays." 'llurt'ned your grandmother!" waa tho foidble. If not strictly elegant or entire Intelligible retort. "Ilo knew 'l wJrtr..all right. The Idea of hi thinking that I want him! Why he's nothing but a boy! Not a day ovor twenly-one. If he'a that." And Miss Prlngle. who confessed to thirty years, but was coyly relicerit concerning tho other ten which the family lilblo generously set to her credit, tossed hor head In fine acorn. "Hut there's Just one thing that Mr. ItcRi-r Lyon has got to lenra. and that In very short order," she coutiuued. "I'm not goln' to have him auiMipIn' 'round me atiy longer, and 1 waut you to tell him ao, with my coiupllmeuts." "11111 him ao?" gasped the girl. The ni eln that garden were whlto, glitstly while, miw. i "Yea, you! Why not. I'd like to know? HotnelMidy'a got to do It, and oi course 1 can't; so you must." "Why, auntie, I I couldn't do It! It Impossible! Don't ask me. Oh. Indeed I " "Como In!" called tin older woman, as a knock sounded at the door. "Oen'leman In Parlor A. mum," said the bell boy. presenting a card. "Humph! Talk about you know who, and you begin to smell brimstone. brim-stone. Hero Is Roger Lyon's card. Now you go right down and excuse me, and Five him tj understand once for all 11' at I wm! i.lie :., let me a'one. Oh, 1 duu't V. .. what you i.tuill say," raising deprecatory hands i::iilrta tho storm of Cellmla's remonsiiiinies. "Say anything. He polite, of rourse, bu. make It plnlu ten! I won't hnvu anything to do with him." Ami shu fairly llirust the r.lil fmm tho room. It waa a very Am lied ard em-barrar-scd young ludy who appeared at the d. 'ir of Parlor A s few minutes later, and an equally cmbtriH-srd but eaKcr yotmg man alio spisng to meet ber. "Why, Ccllnda," he stuniniered. "I'm lo gUd! I liarilly d.n,,l-l hoped " Vi'S." she i-e.ilie.l deniurely. "I I riiw I bill you wiinti-d lo see simile, t ill she una -war, hu. . s.i sue sent tie with a a lie- .saj t. --" "Hut It was you that 1 wanted to see," lie protested. "You must have known that; only " "My aunt message, Mr. Lyon, la this: she wishes ine to aay that you must that Is, that you must not oh, dear! I am making a mesa of It! I don't know how to say II; only you niusu't any more, you know. There!" "Mustn't what?" he Inquired gravely. grave-ly. "I don't quite understand." S 'vox itma a'o mvua issn V V "Oh, you must understand! 1 can'l tell you!" "I fear that I must Insist upon ynut trying," bo said. "This Is a mullet of the greatest Importanco to mo." "Well, Its It's about your your following her about so much. Bho la Is angry" became you hnvo coin here. Bhe can't lo rae't feel toward you in the way you wlan, and your attentions annoy her!" "I see." said the man, thoughtfully. "Miss Pringle does mo tho butior to suppose that I am suitor fur ber hand, la Hint It?" "Yes," very softly. 'And finding me Ineligible sho wishes wish-es me lo withdraw my claims and my presence. Am I still right?" "Yes," aa before. "H u m! Of course you told her hotter?" hot-ter?" "I? Why why how could 1? How did I know?" Very rosy the face now. Buch deep-tinted deep-tinted blnmoins. In such a fair garden! "Oh. Ccllnda. you must bava known!" be cried passionately. "I waa sure that you understood; thai you knew that when I sought you! aunt II was you whom 1 waa seeking; that I hsuuted her presence that I might lie near you! Pldn't you know It T And would ll have made any dif ference If yon had? Hear, I love you, and you only! Will you como to me?" Whatever tho answer, It must hav been eminently satisfactory; for after a little a much tumbled head of hair was lifted from Ha pillow on a manly shoulder, uud a hn.p) v.(co !. "Oh, linger, what a g..ei jcu were to colli I ono woman w hen you wanted another." "And what a goose you were not to know that you were being courted!" vwis the gay rejoinder. And Miss Prim-Jo, Jiiht (lieu looking lu 'nt a partly opened door, came to Midili n ei.ll htenmciit, uml il'ilo softly away, iniitti-rlng lo herself: "And what a f.-oosu I aa to think that I was belli' courted when I woM .'t! It scorns that there aro throe of a klt d of us, and that I'm the blg-m-at giiiine of Uio three!" |