Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1894-10-04

that's the point, and | hope that you
never will. Have you any idea, dear
love, what the proving of this will
undo, what 1t must upsetp
II think | have she said slowly,
her blue eyes cleaning eagerly, but
1t seems to me whenever great hub
bub II made about the upsetting Of
some theory, that 1t generally ends
in being much ado about nothing, and
that the new thing that springs from
the ashes of the old dead, is infinitely
more beautiful than ever its predeces-
sor was, for 1t is one step nearer the
truth"
Dearest, we must end our talk,
groaned Mr.. Waring, peering with
terrified looks through his eyeglasses.
Here is Gwen. most slightly clad and
Of a bright blue tint, pursued by Mary.
fear very much the story Of Boadicea
you told her has lnstigated her to this
action. think, dearest, | will 90 to
the study and work out this question
Of date"
Mr.. Warning turned nervously and
made gentle effort to d.sensage his
hand from his wife's, but she clutched
him firmly. Henry" she cried, you
would not desert me-"
"0h. my dear" he gasped, what can
do? The child must be cleansed and,
| presume, punished. / can be Of no
use," and he still showed signs of
flight, but the horror-stricken eyes OF
his wife, fixed pleadingly on him, made
him waver and wait.
BY superhuman effort Mary got up
first.
.'Oh. ma'am," she shrieked In tones
that went through Mrs. Warnings head,
ION, ma'am, look at her! found her
with nothing on but this rag and some
leaves, painted blue, and vanished
vanished sir, eating acorns outside
of the orchard fence. It's common In
decency, ma'am, and If It's to continue
I can't"
BY this time Gwen had arrived, des
peately blown, but overflowing with
words: rather an advantage under the
circumstances, for her parents had not
one between them.
Mother, | were a woaded Briton
and blue all over. Mag Dow did me
behind, AMI done the front, and 1t
aren't common naked If queens done 1t
like YOU said. she did, Mary, say 1t
Thursday, when she begun the history
course. Dacre was to be woaded
king too but he were beast and
wouldn't do nothing but swing turkeys
for disoerpllne."
MARY. | think perhaps you should
give Miss Gwen a bath. and then We
viii, consider what further course to
take"
Mrs. Warng caught her skirts nery-
ously and drew step nearer = her
husband.
~ bath. ma'am! Don't you see she's
painted and vanished, no waterll
touch that. maam, tnrpentine it must
b. and cart grease, not to say paraffin,
and, ma am, the indecency"
Please, Mary" implored the tor
tured woman, "oh, please take her
away and put the cart grease on-and
ia, other things, and we can talk
oyr' the rest"
Here the light of a sudden inspiration
leapt into her face, and she turned to
her husband. Henry" she said sol
en- lily do you not think that Gwen
SHOULD 90 to bed? She seems to me-
she continued, taking critical survey
Of the blue-daubed figure, 'she seems
to me little old for such very PEE
culiar adaptations of history"
ITO bed" remarked the husband In
flmtely relieved 1t seemed quite a
happy solution to the whole question,
and must fulfill every purpose, be
Ovens Nemesis, slave to Mary's
hurt morality. and a merciful deliver
ance 10 all others concerned. Eyes, a
very sensible suggestion of yours, dear
est | consider that it would be most
salutary measure to send Gwen to
bed"
Indeed, sir" remarked Mary. with.
out particle Of the satisfaction that
might have been expected of her, Miss
Gwen will be fit for no other place
Ivy the time I've done with her, what
with the paraffin and the scrubbing
and her skin that tender Oh come,
Miss. come away" she cried grimly,
laying hold of Gwen.
Grace, my darling" said Mr. War
ing. passing his free hand over his
brow, "such sta.nes as these arn in
deed upsetting. l am quite unable to
take ZIP the thread Of our discourse.
II feel rs You do, Henry" said his
wife sadly. I'VE seem 10 have SO very
little time to ourselves"
DO you think, Grace, we should
procure a tutor for those children?
Let me see-how old are theyI"
Il have their ages down somewhere
IN my tablets" said Mrs Waring rum
aging in her pocket, and producing
4 little book of ivory tablets. She
consulted 1t anxiously.
Just fancy she exclaimed with
aStonished eyes. "Dacre Will be seven
in April had no idea he was 50 old
and | see Gwen Is just twelve months