The free press., 1896-05-28

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~ m weakness TO DO Dl1nQ-
" Hoo. ed by affection to the
|0hE faults of those we love.
S4MLRA For my part, ! make
WI eN) Il no such distinctions.
E\ MI Even my mother, to
II ~ me, is first of all an
Individual, and, after that, my
mother"
Pretty janet Dale gave the speaker
3 distinctly disappearing glance.
''No, no, Phil" returned his uncle.
kndulgently reproving in that mellow
voice which was one of his charms;
F'frst of all she is your mother, and
after that an individual"
The first speaker, Philip Drum
mond, had one of those vividly hand
some faces that would attract atten-
ion in any crowd. 1t was SO eager,
% young-and his character, too, had
(ll the sharply defined angles Of youth.
He bristled with theories sand opinions.
here was strong family resemblance
etween himself and his uncle. Mr..
rmyn Van Dyne was also hand
bme man, but naturally in more
lderly way, with more rotundity Of
gure; and the fact that his dark eyes
bere set rather close together de-
rived them of that candor of express
ion which characterized Philips
rank gaze.
"Thank you for saying that, Mr..
AN Dyne." said Janet. to whom the
ord "mother" brought back sad,
Eeet memory.
II consent to waive the point" said
Philip carelessly. tIt's too hot, any
ow, to be argumentative," he added,
|s he famed himself with his straw
lat.
The conversation took place on
board the Tom Jones, dingy little
teamboat that piled between aSouth-
I'm city and an island of the gulf.
they were now waiting to effect their
ntrance through canal dock, and
be pause was tedious one, with not
ghost of breeze blowing, and moth
Big to be seen but few gaping by
tanders on the bank, and the spright-
fiddler crabs scrambling about in
be mud.
'If this is foretaste of the joys to
pme," sighed Janet, "what q happy
brtnight we shall havel"
"Now, my dear child" urged her
ther, "don't make up your mind be-
IRELAND to dislike the place."
"You see," said Janet, turning to
=. Van Dyne, 'papa has always rep
sented the island as sort of earthly
Iradise, and as this is the first time I
I've ever consented to visit it he feels
rsonally responsible.
SIT is jolly sort of place when you
used to it," struck in Phil. "Not
~ exciting; but you can do pretty
hch as you please there-wear old
thes and be as unconventional-and
selfsh-as you like"
THAT is not my idea Of bliss" re-
ted Janet"
Whatever else the place lacks"
Mr.. Van Dyne, "the air is deli
us. It makes one feel young and
png, capable of any exertion."
>y this time the tiresome wait was
ed, and the Tom Jones was putting
snorting its way between the
ks Of the narrow canal; into the
ou,. which presently widened into
Ike. The sky had been growing
ker, and now sudden squall
e, with sheets of rain and a wild
d. The feminine passengers re-
d to the small and stuffy cabin.
RE most of them seized the oppor-
ty to become seasick. As pre-
ionary measure the engines we're
ped, the Tom Jones not being
suited to stormy waters.
trust this will grow no worse"
Mr.. Van Dyne, uneasily. "Are
suffering any inconvenience from
rocking of the boat, Miss Janet?"
Not at all; only Iwish papa would
be 60 outside. 1t is 30 close in
lil appeared just then, with a
hing smile.
|uch jokel" he exclaimed. "The
lin forgot to bring the anchor
1"
ct really?" said Janet.
don't see much of joke about
my boy. especially if the wind
any higher"
e of the detected sufferers raised
guild head to ask: ''Are we in any
brp"
b, no, said Phil, struggling to
the door. "It's rapidly going
-
gave hollow groan. "He says
Fe rapidly going down." she
Pd to companion in misery
pe wind, not the boat, exclaimed
md she fell Lack with NUT
ssOhl"