Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1890-08-12

two such desirable publications, and
the money would absolutely roll In.
Poor Junius Dodd was as wax in
the hands of this designing young
woman. He paid over the money
, for the twelve copies of "How to
Make Home Happy" and received
sample editions of the Busy Bee to
the same amount. himself assuming
the risk of reimbursement for the
same. He gathered three red
checked apricots from the sunny
garden wall for Francie, and got her
goodly slice of his mothers Lady
Washington cake, which reposed,
fresh baked, upon the shelf, to re-
fresh herself withal.
you'll come aud see mother to-
morrow, Francie, won't you?" said
he, as he held her hand at parting.
"She used to know your folks, you
know, and I'm sure she'll be glad to
see you. Come to tea, Fransie. At
six o'clock"
"Well, perhaps will, said Fran
els. "It's very kind of you, JUNE,
to ask me-"
And she gave him blue sunshiny
beam out of her eyes that set his
foolish heart to beating like trip
| hammer as she walked down the
lane of feathery locust trees. How
desolate the summer landscape
looked when she was gone out of it.
Junius went indoors aud put the
twelve blue-and-gold volumes and .
and the packet of printer's.inky /
smelling papers on thelower shelf Of /
the parlor cupboard under the best
snowdrop-patterned table-linnen,
"To get 'em out of the way" said
he.
But in his secret heart he knew it
was to keep them from Aunt Da-
marls' falcon eyes.
ooh, by the way, Aunt Damaris,
Miss Follet is coming to tea this If.
ternoon."
The sun was shining through the
western boughs of the old pear tree
before Junious mustered courage
to make this announcement.
Mrs. Dodd looked quickly up.
"Who?" said she.
"Miss Folet. Francle Toilet.
Old Jasen Follets granddaughter,
you remember"
"Who asked her?
81 did. You know, Aunt Damar-
is, you've always told me to ask
whom 1 please here"
"Humph! Yes | know I have.
But / didn't mean hook agents and
tramps and such like. However" /
and she rose sharply up, 81 s'pose
I'll have to make the best of it,"
She opened the parlor cupboard
doc to look for table.cloth.
"Eh? Why, what's all these?" she
exclaimed. Out tumbled the twelve
blue-and.gold recipes for making
home happy, down rustled the doz.
EN- copies of the Busy Bee.
"Junius Brutus Dodd, how came
all these here?" she demanded.
And Francie Follett, coming up s
the lane, under the locust trees, was I
startled and amazed by a sudden ,
avalanche of books and papers on
the grass at her feet. Mrs. Dsdd had
flung them out of the window
"I won't have no such trash in the t
house." said she, in high falsetto a
vo ce. "And If that good-for-nothing ..
Dook-agenty girl has talked you over
INTO such piece of folly as this s---" "
But here she paused. Francie Fol. !
ett herself stood before her, calm and 4
ligniiied rs a young princess.
"Was 1t folly, Mrs. Dodd?" she
aid, "Well, perhaps it was. But all
he same, ,Junius is not scolded for it,
L was my fault. persuaded him
talked him over, as you say-into
'uying the books. Bot here is the
money back. l will release him from r
lis bargain" {
81 won't take the money! said
unius.
"But Mrs. Dodd will" persisted
rrancie.
She pressed the bills into Mrs. -
)udd's hands.
"Good-evening, Mrs. Dodd; good. |
y, Junius," said she, and before the
Id lady had quite made up her mind
8 TO pursue she had vanished away
nder the shade of the locust trees. 10
"ls Miss Francie Follet in?" ii
A month had elapsed; the apricots 10
ad ripened and been gathered; the --
london prides We're covered with
ere seed-pots, although the holly
ocks yet upheld their turbans of
gaudy bloom. Mrs. D0dd was
nocking at the door of the Widow
,llery, where the young book-agent
oarded.
"Nes, Pm at home, said Francie,
erstlf coming to the door. ooh,
irs. Dodd, is it you?"
"l'm very unhappy, Fraucie, said
he now thoroughly humiliated old Dl
idy, "and l don't know no other an
iay out of It but to beg YOU to come az
D my help. Junius has left home. dr
lie can't somehow seem To forgive al
ne for treatin' Kim as | did about ro
hem books. II was sort o. morti. er