Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1895-01-31
OUTwITTED.
biz KATHARINE HuLL.

parted as she sat. listening, dismay
and disapprobation OH her youthful
face.
YES" continued the editor of the
Sunday Magazine and ex-editor Of
the Herald, II see my way quite
clearly. The sale Of the Herald was
big thing for me. | intend to spare
neither time nor money on the mag
azine.
But, Tom, the but" was
rather deprecating the Tom" very
much sol hope you will always
think of baby" There was little
culver in the last part Of the sen.
tence, especially when it took in the
baby.
did you ever know me to forget
the baby?" cried the editor, smiling
pleasantly. why my love l wish to
have such fine magazine that some
day the baby will be only too glad to
step into my place.
Mrs. Franklin wasn't satisfied. 81
am sure" trifie anxiousIy, ''the
two OF us could get up very good af-
fair with very little expenditure" .
IAN eclectic combination do you
meanY
Eclectic! No, / consider eclectic
combinations an abomination, pub
lie nuisance from the eclectic maya
zine down to the eclectic spell err. ;"
People might easily guess that Mrs.
franklin had once written for a
daily" she so often fell into news
paper vernacular. You could
write, Tom, and / could write, and
we could keep the money we have for
the baby
Mr.. Franklin's voice took on lit
tie observation-disclosures authority. II
think, my love. you have done
enough writing in your day; just
look after the baby and leave the rest
to me. I intend to have certain
style about the book pretending
not to see the fash in the brown eyes
and going on blandly. 'Pll pay well
for good material. but good material
I will have. Isn't that the right
way. Sydney?"
''Yes, dear"
Mrs. Franklin occasionally aston
ished people, her liege and lord in
cluded, when she lost every iota Of
newspaper rhetoric and relapsed into
the model helpmate. Tom looked mt
her suspiciously. He was rather
afraid of her Eyes, dears they gen.
orally meant mischief.
"And I'll engage certain number
of writer's, and I'll stick to the m, ELI,
SYDNEY"
Yes, dear"
Most husbands expect these two
words to follow the recital OF their
widest plans, look for them and are
satisfied with them, but they irri-
tated Tom Franklin.
"Oh, bother!" he cried. You re
too provoking"
"Yes. dear" answered Sydney,
and then she laughed and ran away
up stairs to see the baby.
Now. Sydney, you do approve Of
my arrangements? am sure you
do"
You pay enormously, Tom"
Z" But only for first-class matter.
I have fifteen writer's on the staff,
and, by Jove the style is so uniform
you'd think the same person wrote
the whole book" At this Mrs.
Franklin merely smiled, and showed
her dimples."
"And I've struck a plan," cried
Tom, a little uneasily, he was afraid
of the " Yes, dear" Il thought it
would be good idea to give dinner.
In fact, I've written to them-the
writer's on the staff, / mean, invi-
ting them for Tuesday week."
Excellent" cried Mrs. Franklin,
actually clapping her hands.
Tom was so pleased at this unex-
pected outburst Of enthusiasm that
he put his arm about her and gave
her bear hug previous to whisper
ing fondly:
"And il you wish to write for the
magazine I'll give you little corner
after Christmas.
And then she spoiled 1t all by meek
ly saying: Yes. DEAR"
Notes of acceptance were received
from New York, Boston, Philadel-
phia, Pittsburg. Richmond, and
Petersburg. The Tuesday was draw
ing near. Sidney had faithfully
promised to have things on grand
scale. Tom had hired three large
carriages to 60 to the depot.
When the morning of the portcn-
tious day arrived, Mr.. Franklin for
the fiftieth time petitioned Sydney to
put superfine touches to the whole
affair, expatiating more largely than
ever on what q truly original idea 1t
was, and altogether OF his own MAX
ing.
s'What do you think M. L. Town
son will be likeY' he asked, sudden
ly, stopping his wife on the stairs.
'Oh, she'll have long nose and
big eyes," she answered, fiippantly.
''Sydneyl She's the very best o,
my contributors-that is, IL there Is
any one better than another. But
really, what sort of q fellow do you
imagine Dick RaymondY'
Terribly fat, Of course, with higll
cheek bones and red cheeks"
my stars Sydney. you're awful.
II can't help having an imagina.
ton, Tom. Miss Forester will b.
| tall and stately. She will make y0g
| . gracious bow, and scowl ct pei
J me; end that old John H. Gib0os,