The Press., 1892-03-03

said, And the young lady, bless me, the young lady, Miss Morton, Miss Morton. must speak to her. She was wonder ful! wonderful! wonderfulr He said everything over twice. you know, some times three times"
 "Yes,'' said Franklin, 'she must have liked to hear himself talk and hadn't enough ideas to fill out with"
 Well, he had one idea, anyhow" said Doris, pouting.
 "When Miss Chandler brought him up to me and said, Miss Morton, MT. Gold mark desires an introduction. He be- gan right away, My dear young lady,"
 ''Like his impotence! Dear, indeed, Did Franklin.
 ''Why, you always say my dear Miss So-and-So in letter, don't your" said Doris .sIt was like that"
 Franklin kicked the smaller watering pot over and.said no more.
 "He said it, anyhow" pursued Doris. My dear young lady"
 ''Say that twice?' asked Franklin.
 "Yes,' said Doris, ''he did. I never in all my life saw an amateur do so well, never, never, never. Wish I had you in my company; wish had. With a little training, just little training, and all that freshness and sweetness you'd make the loveliest ingenue on tho stage.'"
 'sDoris, if I ls d been there I'd have kicked him out," said Franklin, sending the other watering pot spinning over the gravel and making q face.
 "You'll have hole in that next" said Doris, ''and I'm glad to see you've hurt your toe. What is an ingenue on the stage?'
 ''I don't know" said Franklin. ..''And did you listen to all that?" ses s
 "Why, yes" said Doris. And l asked him if he really meant it; and he said come and see him next season and he'd give me part. He was just as nice! Oh, he was as old as Uncle Matthias, Frank. And he gave mehis card And, Frank, if you should go away why couldn't go and act. Just while you were gone. should get paid for it. And am so tired of homework and my miserable life with Uncle Matthias '.Frank, would it not be better for me to act nice parts ill a nice theater while you are away? Unless you go, of course I'd rather stay here and get a salary, and"-
 Suddenly Frank burst into a loud laugh, throwing his head back as if the best joke of the season had been whis- pered in his ear. . ...'
 "What an idiot amr' he cried. ..stWhy. Doris, he was only giving you taffyv
 ''That is slang of some sort pre- .sume," said Doris with dignity. You'll have to interpret it into English, such as I understand"
 "Wen, what mean, my dear Doris" :" said Frank, trying to put his arm about her waist, only to have it pushed'away with great decision, "what I mean is just this. suppose acting Is trade like anything else people earn money by, and it is not likely you could step on the stage at once and play. An experienced person, manager, would know that. You were a pretty girl who did well enough-very we'll for an amateur show, gotten up for charity's sake, and he said what would please you. He would never dream of giving you part to play when there are hundreds of actresses born and bred to the stage, as one may, say. You may have talent. I don't deny that"
 "Oh, you don'tl' cried Doris. Il an much obliged to you, Frank, for admit ting that may have talent. Mir. Gold. mark said I had"
 "Well, if you had," said Franklin, you'd have to choose between the stage and me. I don't want my promised wife .i1d ir,+ !, f,1rp oho c+a the test" H
 .'Oh, what do you mean. Frank?' cried Doris ..I.st
 'Im very glad, you don't know. dar, ing," said Franklin.
 ''Of course I should never think ot doing what you disapproved of, Frank, J the girl sighed; ''only I shall be SC wretched if you go away. thought ol it as my only resort, for no one ever taught me to sew we'll. I cannot make dresses or bonnets, except after a fashioH for myself" "a,-sa
 "You will have a husband to take care of you some day." said Frank, ''1 mean to grow rich for your sake, and ii that we may have the right to be al. ways together the sooner"
 After this Doris permitted Franklin to steal just one kiss, and they finished watering the plants in great hastej As it was, the young man barely jumped the fence that divided the Fairfax from the Morton garden in time to hear the boots of old Matthias creak upon the gravel path, and to hear his habitual cry of:
 "Do-risi Doris! Where is that. gal! Always missin when body wants her. ,
 This time he had brought home some salt pork and potatoes to, cook. and as Doris prepared food so untempting to the palate on warm summer evening. she sighed more than once. She could have lived on crusts with some one she loved who was good to her, but this miserly uncle of hers was only hard taskmaster. .is Her thoughts wandered from the fry. ing pan to Shakespeare, and the fat flew up and burned her pretty brown fingers and the potatoes were scorched.