Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1895-08-08

his mothers emotion at the thought
of giving him up. Aunt Maria! Phew!
Wei. I never thought of her having
boy or girl either in her house. say,
mother, what fun to worry that little
overfed brute of a pug she carries
around with her. And Uncle Brews-
ter! Here's chance to find out
whether his legs are really made OF
sealing wax. and to see him take little
pellets with his soup"
my dear boy, how can you? You
know your poor Uncle Brewster is a
martyr to indigestion, and your Aunt
Maria is very easily made nervous. If
you go to tnem-and l am sure 1T was
very kind of them to suggest it--you
will have to be SO particular about
noise and punctuality and all that
But it's beautiful establishment
where no money is spared, and you
will have every comfort and the best
of care till we come back.
Uncle Brewster's millionaire, isn't
hep" asked Louis, meditative1y. No
thought had he of the yearning of the
fond mothers heart over him. He was
already possessed of the fascinating
idea of change, and, above all. of resi-
dence under the Brewsters' imposing
roof. Mrs. Fenton, who had antici-
pated more of remonstrance from
him, found herself presently kissing
him goodnight with a rather lighter
heart than she had carried into his
room.
And so it came to pass that on the
| Saturday following this talk Mr.. and
Mrs. Fenton sailed away from New
York, leaving behind them a self-com-
| placent young person, whose natural
! distress at parting with them was soon
merged into the pride of driving away
from the dock, leaning back in solitary
| majesty on the soft leather cushions of
Aunt Maria's luxurious little brougham,
which had been sent to convey his par
ents to the steamer.
They had to cross the river in a fer
| ryboat, and Louis sat in the carriage,
feeling himself much grand er than the
ordinary everyday folk, who hustled
each other on the deck when the boat
came into the slip on the New York
side.
''At last I know how it feels" he
said, inwardly, ''to be set up above
touch his hat to you and call you
| Sir"
That night when he went to bed in a
room full of the luxurious fittings of
the upholsterers art, the moment
Louis head felt the pillow he forgot
his grandeur and began to think of his
mamma in the most natural and low
| ing boy fashion. That she should be
out on the wide ocean, steaming away
| from him for the first time in his life,
and that months must eIapse before
their reunion, suddenly doomed up as
a black cloud on the horizon. He
thought and thought of her. and then
lump came into his throat, and he
cried his lonely pillow wet.
Next day all was bright once more.
He breakfasted alone in the vast din
ing-room, his uncle and aunt not ap-
pearing until later in the day. He al
| lowed the footman to assist him into
his coat, and walked, actually walked,
down the broad front steps, with dig
nifty BETTING his surroundings. Louis
| lunched at the schoolhOuse, and, on re-
turning in the afternoon to his uncle's
could not resist inviting few of his
chums to accompany him, in order to
have the satisfaction of displaying tc
them his new splendor.
When the stiff butler admitted this
procession it was to look upon them
with no friendly eye, and Louis began
to wonder VIVA he should do with his
friends. Drawing-room, library, din
ing-room, all were too fine to be in.
vaded by pushing, shutting, merry
little mob of fellows spelling for fun
and frolic; so, bidding them follow on