The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-10-08
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS..
a Genuine Romance That Beat
the Sham One.

les, L guess we XIII dccOumOOdtt
We. Jest step in an I'll ask mother.
She'll tell US purity student
John Allen followed the old cottager
into the little parlor, and was there
left to enjoy the salt water flavor of its
furnishings while his host went in
pursuit of mother" She was long in
finding. and the visitor had counted for
the third time the specimens of dried
fishes, moses and seaweeds which
adorned the chimneypiece, before the
captain returned.
IL had ter leave We purity con-
sid'able of a spell. Mother she had
jest run in ter James ter talk it over.
1t does alters upset her so. Jest's if t
was stranger.
The sailor sat down, facing the APP
plicant for summer board, and regarded
him with unblinking eyes, meanwhile
rolling over and over in his caverEouS
mouth monstrous piece of tobacco.
To endrhis unpleasant spectacle, AL
len said:
Il was told at the hotel that you
were DESTROYS of boarders, else should
not have intruGed."
An they told We right. But this
mornin' come a letter from Meg Mar
garet. That may alter things, an l
guess mother didn't feel capable of de-
cidin' till she'd talked about it with
Jane. James our oldest. She's mar
ried an got five. She'll be in bime-by."
To make the waiting less tedious, or
to crafty his own pride. the captain
-,
center of the room Pilgrims Prog
ress." whose leaves were bulged with
loose papers not called for by the text
The book. open at the first picture, was
laid across the guests knees in man.
ner which indicated that all the I'M
mounted amateur photographs with
, which the work was crowded would
have to be examined.
Allen shivered, but, civility compel
ing. he began to look at the views,
and had not gone far toward the end
before he perceived that all were por-
traits of one person. He looked up in
quiringly.
The captain stood STOPPING and look
ing over the visitors shoulder with
keeneSt interest. and. whatever he
might have thought of the work, John
Allen was not the man to disparage it
to such adoring delight as shone in
that weather-beaten old face.
They're hern: all on 'em. Sophier
took 'em, but Meg-Margaret gip-her
the machine. Purity. haiu't they:
Exclamation rather Interrogation;
but the other replied, promptly:
Very pretty. The face, 1 mean"
That's what l mean, tn. An it
does beat all ter see how quick she
done it, Them was all took last sum-
mer. an Sophier's primed ready fer
another lot agin she comes down this
year She wrote this mornin'. an
that's what upset mother. We wasn't
expectiu' of her till August: but
mothers a-comin' now. l seed her
through the winder."
''Sophier must be industrious"
thought Allen There was "Meg-Mar-
garet" in every conceivable position
which civilized woman could assume.
Margaret in bathing-suitaand in even
ing dress: Margaret in a hammock
under tree, under an umbrella, feed
ing chickens. fishing, on horseback.
reading. sewing. dancing, making
bread. writing-shades of George Ell
lot. Could any mortal female look like
that when engaged in ''literature?"
Certainly she took it hard
But the entertaining host had taken
another treasure from the dresser,
and brought it-literally wrapped in
fine linen-for the guests inspection.
The napkin covering had scent of
lavender, but the contents were. or
seemed, unworthy so much care The
treasure proved to be the most sum-
merry of summer novels; q book which,
as critic for the Clarion, Allen had him
self harshly reviewed. He marveled
to find it there and thus.
''Ah.' a 'Sconset Romance.' Have
You read it?"
mo, hain't read it hain't no taste