Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1893-11-03
Out Of The Question.

And So, my daughters" said the
baronet grayely, Il viii leave it to you.
On this day week they will be here
! have made you see, [ think, how
imperative it is that our fortune should
be retrieved, and to you | look for
safety from ruin. / shall trust to your
discretion. Sir Aubrey Dale is a man
OF nncXceptionally good character, and
think his son Felix must be the
Rmc under his training, though | have
leyer seen him"
How old is he, papa| questioned
Olive, the baronets eldest daughter.
'IIe is six and twenty" he answered.
-four years your senior"
And i is he handsome, papa|
faltered Frances, the barOnets second
daughter
I do not know, my daughter" re-
ponded the haronet loftily. What
III that natter
oh nothing, only thought r"
began Frances, confusedly.
Really said Olive coldly. DO not
trouble yourself Frances, as [ am the
oldest it will naturally be | in whom
Not necessarily" began Frances
bridling
ooh, yc@ quite necessarily" said
Olive TRANQUILITY. He would as soon
think Of Doris rs you
And besides he isn't Sir Felix yet"
Frances went on. Gle is only Mr."
where is Doris, by the way" in
<luircl Sir John suddenly
q don't know. Feeding her ever
lasting chickens, | suppose. Surely,
papa, you can't consider her" began
Olive in alarm.
no. no. Certainly not" corroboratcd
her father hastily. Doris is not to be
thought Of She is Il mere child She
is completely out of the question. Why,
she is Il mere Childn
Certainly she is" acquiesced Olive.
"Of course she is" agreed Frances.
lust then the portiere leading into
the hall was brushed aside impatiently
and some one entered.
We'll" began this someone rapidly,
81 thank fortune | have found some
Of you 1T last. What's the matter?
\ council or war Or-Why. you look rs
solemn rs three owls. What is it?
Well" impaticntIy, why don't some
of you talk to me?
Nothing is the matter, Doris an
swercd Olive plaintively. How YOU
do come rushing into Il room. Papa
and Frances and | were talking she
added, with the faintest possible accent
on the predicate.
oh" said Doris enlightened, then
I'll stay. | dote on talking myself,
YOU know
Query, though, is it your forte|
suggested Frances carelesSly. Come,
Olive, we must dress for luncheon.
1t is time remarked that young
lady. snbthcrins Il yawn. Better not
bother papa, Babe"
Bother papa, indeed"' Doris from
her perch on the arm Of her fathers
chair eyed the rctrcating figures with
no great siStcrly regard. And Babe.
Would they never leave off calling her
that? She was only two years younger
than Frances. and Frances was twenty.
Papa" she began careSSingly, tell
me whom are those odiouS people com
ing"
What odious people," inquired Sir
John, abstracteily.
why. Sir Aubrey and his detestable
son and Lady Maude; is she coming
too? No? For small mercies," she CON
Guided devoutedly, "let us be grateful
When Will they be herc%'
"On Thursday. this day week" said
the baronet. Doris, daughter, l wish
You would try for my sake to be Il
little, just 4 tridc. you know, less of
a tonlboy while they are here. And Il
little more dignitied. if YOU can"
IF | can exclaimed the youngest
Miss Wilmot in fine scorn. WHY,
can be rs dignitied as Olive if / want
tor
admitting, of course. the gigantic
proportions Of that ifr' laughed her
father will YOU want to? That is the
question
IF you say so. dear. III be Il regular
st. Cecilia or-or somebody" promised
Doris vaguely What shall mot do,
for inStance%
.Weu,'' began the baronet hastily,
IF YOU wouldn't feed those chickens
while they are here. for example,
Not feed my chickens?" exclaimed
his daughter in dismay, Why. papa
who will?''
Why Jim-or the stable boy-any
Nody but YOU" he suggested.
We'll" she said. reSignedly after 4
moments consideration. If yoa say so
dear, l won't At least-wel anyhow
only when I'm perfectly positive they
won't see me. Anything etse"'
Nothing else. I think, unless
if you wouldn't ride horseback in tina
hoydendish fashion of yours. Doris
You can ride of course he added hast
", only not at that breakneck speed
you generally adopt"
All right" she answered, with tn,
calmness of despair. III never toucl
Scoot while they're here
Doris" cried her father in horTi
fed tone, "what did I understand vol
to call your horse?''
"Scoot," she answered soberly. mo
a classical name, you know, but al
appropriate one I might rechriStel
him Pegasus If you say so; or Bueepha
Ius, now?"
"Oh, my dear, my dear" said tn