Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1888-05-18
GIynne Mor|ey's Father.
BY THEREFOR OIL,

Glynne was my dearest friend and
schoolfellow. We had played together
since our nurses had to keep hold of
our short petticoats. as we jumped and
crowcd in baby glee at each other
Rom their laps. Oh. the long. sunny
mornings in the park; and the long.
bright days of winter before the nur-
scry fire! 'Glynne and Tontnc," was
the way every one alluded to us, never
one name without the other. and al
WAYS her name first. The Morley's
were quite American. but my father
was n Scotchman and my mother a
eyed woman. even in these days, and
perfect little beauty when we were
babies together. Glynne and |.
Our mothers were firm friends. but
my father was dead and Glynne's pa
pa was so rarely ut home that l never
saw much of him. That he was IA
handsome man had learned from those
few glimpses. and that he was pass on
aiely attached to his gentle. gray-eyed
daughter. | instinctivey read in every
glance he turned upon her. What
business kept him so occupied all day
and often part of the night, l never
knew; and when | asked Glynne one
day rs we grew older. she looked at me.
lifting her delicately arched eyebrows.
as she had a trick of doing when puz
kled. In a sharp 'dint" and said:
"Do YOU know, Tontine, sometime
wonder myself"
was so astonished at this unexpect-
ed reply that l fairly gasped: And
don't you know, then, what your faith :
CT does TO make his money!"
NO" said Giynne. with a new re-
tuctance in her tone.
"And doesn't Mrs. Moslev know"
persisted. not realizing my rudeness in
my childish curiosity at such state Of
things
'Why. YES. mamma must know, but
papa mustn't-at least. l think he
wouldn wish me to ask her what he
does not tell me himself. And once,
when l asked him what he did up
there" pointing TO one slender hand
toward the other end OF town. while
with the other she stroked her pet grey
hound. Dante. The laughed aud said
The went to school, he pulled his nous =
tache. rs he does when he is tired and
troubled. and said: Papa does not like
10 talk Of business in play time; aud this
is his play tine with YOU and mamma.
Then we went in Ia mamma and she
sang for us. and since l have never
asked any more.
IL heard papa say that night, as tn g
door stood ajar between our rooms.
Pauline, Glynne has been asking how
earn her furbelows; what started her in
that direction. do You thnkp' Then
mamma said something in a low voice,
and papa said very gravely in reply:
Someone must do it for the sake Of
here the door shut sharply. and-that is
ali"
SO full were we Of preparation for
the close of school and the dance tn at
was to follow. that no other topic was
discussed in the hours we passed to-
gether. for few weeks but sashes and
gowns. and the respective attractions of
low shoes. buttoned boots and slippers
'.for the last day." as though we had
Ia Il, 'ApreS 10 ucluge.
In the midst of il all, one morning
Glynne's grey hound was brought home
with abroken leg.
DR.. letters was called TO set il, which
he did. making comment upon the al
most human patience and self control
VI the dog under the operation. That
evening. AS we sat on the great fur
rug in the study with the injured dog
laid out between us where he could
share our caresses, DIR. Fetters came
Into the inner room with Glynne's
tatber in earnest but subducd CONVEX
sation. which in some way seemed. from
their tones. to be protest OF the lat
ter against some proposition or argu-
ment OF the former. as they came for
ward 10 examine Dante's leg. Tho
gentle creature looked up with pathet-
ic recognition Of the doctor. whom he
evidently included in his list of friends.
and made several efforts to lift the
manned paw for his usual shake
hands. Finally he crossed the left
paw under the splint, aud raised both
together. laid them with satisfied air
i'm the physicians outstretched hand.
The dog $ mistress was all absorbed in
her pet, who was friend. and brother.
and sister to her. in way that could
never understand; possible because my
sparkling little French mother quite
supplied to me the brothers and sis
ters that Glynne with her..half invalid
mother and much absent father, long
ed for sorely. But while she bent over
Dante with tender. nonsensical phrases
was conceiving a violent antipathy
for DIR. Fctters. Something In the
way he touched the almost human
creature, albeit not roughly. indeed.
pate the contrary. as though he were
kundl nna nracioua hut frail lie vel sanI