The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1894-06-19

ing. He thought the lady before him
was the now housekeeper whom his
mother had talked of engaging and
mentally styled her an unusually fine
specimen of womanhood.
''Have you slept 40 very late?" re-
peated Mrs. Winthrop. "is IL possible
that you do not know that you have
slept hundred years?v iss
IA hundred ycarsi Oh, land o.
Goshen!' Harold laughed heartily,
then suddenly became serious, believing
that his mothers new housekeeper was
crazy. "You poor thing!" he said.
Don't mind my laughing. always
did laugh easily. Won't You tell me
your namef''
My name, sir, is Mrs. James Win
throp. am the. wife of your nephew's 8
son. do not wonder at your surprise.
1t must be strange to be suddenly con-
fronted with those who were born and
have grown up while you slept. We,
however, are no less surprised. We had
grown to believe that you would never
awaken"
Great thunderl" exclaimed Harold,
who was beginning to be out of patience.
Bring my clothes. madam, or I'll
know the reason why! Do you suppose
/ am going to lie here all day listening
to your crazy talki"
Il shall not compel You to listen to
me unless you like, replied Mrs. Win
throp calmly, but really do not see
but that you must lie here until tailor
<aI - uv.A l><.
you some clothes. You have nothing to
put on which viii hold together. The
appearance Of your nightgown should
be enough to convince you that I am
not telling you an untruth. ~
When Harold stopped to think of 1t,
he was obliged to admit that 1t was
proof that he must have slept longes
than he had thought, or that he was
the victim of joke over which he had
no control. He concluded to humor the
lady and see if he might not find a key
TO the solution.
Gould you not, !" he said, ''send out
and buy me ready made suit 2"
lit would be impossible to find any
thing large enough, replied Mrs. Win
throp. I'VE have no men SO large as
you. Really you Will have to be- pa
tient d little while. l have sent for
tailor, who will be here very soon"
A little more conversation followed,
which tended to mystify Harold more
and more. Then Mrs. Winthrop lett the
room, and soon afterward her husband
appeared in the doorway. Harold rec
ognized him at once as the man who had
tainted. He was yet pale, but the ex-
citement of beholding the man who had
awakened after a nap of hundred
years had brought faint color to his
lips and a becoming brightness to his
eyes.
He is dear little thing" thought
Harold, but how much more attract
i've he would be in skirts!"
The little man came slowly into the
room. looking as ii he We're doubtful as
to the wisdom Of such procedure, and
Harold hoped that he might prove to be
more helpful than his crazy wife had
been.
Good morning, SIR" he said pleas
antly. Can you tell me how long /
have slept?"
lone hundred years today" was the
unexpected aud highly exasperatiDg re-
ply.
Another lunatic!'' groaned Harold.
What can mother be thinking Off"
How do you feeli" inquired the lit
tie man. Are you stiff? Will your
joints work? My. but you have slept
The scientific world has made you a
study for generations.
much obliged, I'm sure," replied
Harold in default of more brilliant
reply. 1t was somewhat amusing to
man who knew himself to be Just 23
years OF age to be told that he had been
an object OF curiosity for generations.
What has the scientific world
thought TO do about you?" it suddenly
occurred to him to inquire.
They say this is man s century, re-
piled the little fellow, ''but don II know
that understand the meaning of that.
There are many men who are dissatis-
fed with things in general, but I don't
know why they should be, I'm sure.
I'm comfortable enough, and don't be-
lieve change would make things any
better"
This was all Greek to Harold, and
when he was in college he declined to
study Greek.
II wonder IL you are really a man?"
he asked. "You are pretty enough for
DOLL"
"Do You think me pretty?' The lit
tie man blushed beautifully. "Wife
says am" he added. 'She is awfully
jealous, don't you know. But you are
man too. She doesn't like to have
another woman look at me, but she
ought not to mind because man thinks
me pretty, ought she?'
Harold was disgusted. He wanted to
take the little fellow between his thumb
and finger and crush him, but restrained
himself with the thought that the man
was lunatic.s
-get--my-clothes, he said,
with great sternness. He hoped to
friohten hia puest into abedienca sGaf