Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1895-12-05

killed."
Aunt Ionisa stiIl looked out Of the
window and said nothing.
/ felt hurt. 1t seemed to me that ]
had made an especially bad point.
and / did not like to have 1t received
with such an utter lack of apprecia-
ton.
1 reached for my hat.
Dick" cried my aunt, you're an
inhuman wretch, and you want to
ruin all our prospects"
1t was evident that she was getting
IN temper, and being conseientiously
opposed to talking to an angry. person,
/ determined to end the interview.
Really, aunty, you'll have to excuse
me. / can never consent to toadying
rich uncle, even II am his name
sake, in order to get his money.
think it's immoral. He can leave II to
his brothers wife's sisters children, 80
far as am concerned"
Eyes, somebody he picked up In Chi
cago. Somebody we don't know any,
thing about Why, don't even know
her name, and goodness knows wheth-
er she has even that slight claim on
hmv'
Aunt Louisa founced out Of the
room in way that 1 should call rude.
There are some women that are said
to be more beautiful when angry. You
read about the flashing eye, the hei-
ghtened color, and all that, you know,
but In Aunt Louisa s case the color all
goes to the nose. And 1t isn't becom-
ing. I've told her so. But she contin-
ues to lose her temper. I'm sure she
wouldn't If she only knew how she
looks.
Jack Greenough said to me the other
night at the club:
"Dick, old man, whatre you up to
next week? Come go shooting?"
Now, you know care just about as
much for shooting as 1 do for marbles,
but then Jack always has jolly crowd
with him, and there's enough fun on
the side to pay for the hard work of
Juggling around gun that you're
afraid is going off. SO told Jack I'd
60. 1t would be way out of Uncle
Richards dinner anyway.
"Then I'll count on you," said Jack,
"and, say, send down your traps-my
man will get them-there1l be a dinner
or two and you'll need them. Daisy
Merrihew is in the neighbOrhood."
Miss Merrihew-Jack has no right to
naI ha sTla icx, hn 1nncn'f Ennuy hnY
nearly so well as 1 do, and I've only
met her half a dozen times-lives some
place up in the country, but when
she comes to town she shines with Il
radiance that Idon't see how the fei.
lows resist. I'm sure / can't and I'd
most go to Uncle Richards to see her.
SO that's how / found myself on
Thanksgiving Day, with Jack and half
n dozen of the fellows ut some out of
the way place. tramping through the
snow and banging away at the birds
whenever we got close enough. Tney
all thought my shooting very funny,
until / shot Jacks dog, but after that
the sport Jagged, and we were glad to
seek shelter in a farmhouse Jack had
hired for headquarters. We slipped in
to civilized clothes, and helped Jack
mourn for his dog. OF course, 1 felt
sorry, but then, you know, Il dogs only
dog. after all, and Jack made more
racket than l would over the death of
the car of all the Russias. He'd sit
and tell us what a good dOg he was.
and how much he knew, and gave us
his pedigree, and went on, until be.
gan to debate whether it wouldn't be
the proper thing to put a band Of Grape
around our hats.
Jack didn't say so, but / believe he
more than half blamed me, because
that spotted cur got in front of my gun
when it went off.
But Jack got over it, and then began
to tear around like mad to get us ready
for dinner. Miss Merrihew had been
over the day before from her uncle's
who lived, il seemed, on the next farm,
and had invited the whole crowd to eat
dinner with them. Jack explained
that her uncle seemed to be aqueer
old duffer, but good as the piles of gold
he had, and he could warrant we'd
have a frolic.
1t happened as we rode to the house
that Miss Merihew's hOrse-she had
ridden over with some Of her visitors
to show us the way-was jogging al
ong beside mine.
Miss Merihew Is always handsome
but i don't think she ever looked quite
80 handsome as she did on that horse
/ blessed my stars that hadn't been
dragged off with Aunt Louisa to spend
the day with some crabby old bachelor
uncle-and yet, If had the money he
ought to leave me, I'd ask Miss Merri
hew to-
Don't you think, "she was saying
that Thanksgiving Day is great
institution? It's so American, you
know, and love anything American
and"
Miss Merrihew," ] interrupted, 81
am American, and if you think tina,
you could-now could you?"
"Oh, Mr. Hartwell, I-really-"
But couldn't you, now. / have
worshipped you always, it seems
and il you can't do any better than to
love me for my Americanism I'll &c
round wrapped in the star spangled
banner. As for Thanksgiving Day
We'll observe 1t the year round-maybs
without the turkey, but it will bt
Thanksgiving just the samer'
Miss Merrihew's horse was very close