The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1896-07-01

high degree, and she was delighted
when she found that the house her
father had taken for the season at
Eastcombe was 80 near to Sir Richard
Staflord's place. In fact it was part of
the Stafford property, and Sir Rich
ard had rented it gladly to the rich
American manufacturer who had come
over from America to put himself I'M
der the care of DIR. Eyelet, the great
London oculist; the doctor himself in
Producing Mr.. Barton to Sir Richard
and recommending Edgecombe, as in
easy distance of London. The Stat
fords had been "very nice," as Anne
had expressed it, and Anne was happy
in the anticipation of further niceness
of getting quite chummy with the
Staffords perhaps. But as yet the
only chumminess seemed to be be-
tween Betty and Dicky. Dicky had
taken to Betty at once. "a girl who
can ride a bicycle like that little
Yankee is no fool" Dicky had an
nounced at the start, and Betty had
told her family that "that little red
headed English boy was very Jolly
little boy"
'Things are going on swimmingly, "
Anne said to herself as she watched
the two chums from her tower, "and
if Betty's dreadful American assertive.
ness don't interfere there Is no know
ing what We may be to the Staffords
some day."
On the morning of the Fourth OF
July Anne was blissfully dreaming
that she was at a grand party at Stat
ford hall, dancing the opening
quadrille with Bob Stafford, the Ok
ford undergraduate. She was at the
very height of her triumph, when sud-
denly the fine orchestral strains
changed to queer piping tune
tootle, tootle, tootle, and then, bum,
bum, bum, that was strangely familiar
to her; and with this the undergrad.
ate disappeared, and the ballroom van
ished, while the tootle, tootle, and
bum, bum of the drum grew harder
and harder, so loud that ANIME opened
her eyes, then started and started,
then sprang from her bed and rushed
to the window in breathless horror,
when tootle, tootle, the clear fife
notes with the bum, bum of the drum
waited up to her the deathless old
tune of "Yankee Doodle"
"Oh, how could Betty have done
thisp she promised me, she promised
me !" walled Anne.
Sir Richard was strollng about un-
morning when he suddenly pricked up
his ears at the sound of drum and
fife. Where were they and where had
ho heard that tune before? After a
minute or two he began to whistle the
tune, Just as Dicky had done, and
then all at once it flashed upon him
whero he had heard it before. 1t was
two or three summers ago way out on
q great cattle ranch in America, where
he had been a guest for few days.
One of these days happened to be the
Fourth of July and his hosts-fine
young Americans, gentlemen ali of
them-had celebrated the day with
| great iollity by a lot of fireworks, flag
flying and other holiday demonstra-
tions, none of which was more inter.
esting to the Englishman than drum
and fife performance by two colored
men of that quaint quickstep "Yankee
Doodle"
''rhe iolliest tune I ever heard, Z"
mused Sir Richard, who, like his son,
had great ear for tunes. But where
who could be playing it here
"Why, those tenants of mine, they
are Americans. and by jove to-day is
the Fourth of July, and this is what
they are up to, celebrating the day
and there are only those two girls al
homel Why didn't I remember
Dicky Bob !" and calling these names
Sir Richard fastened towards the
house.
"What is it, what do you want of
Dicky and Bob?" asked old Lady
Stafford, who was just then coming
down the path to meet him.
81 want them to help those young
Americans, the Bartons, to carly out
their holiday plans It's the Fourth
of July, you see, their National holi-
day. Don't you remember ?" and Sir
Richard recalled for his mother that
American ranch experience of his.
even to whistling for her ''the jolliest
tune" he ever heard.
Lady Stafford remembered perfect.
ly. Sand you wanted Dicky and Bob
to help" she began, when Sir Richard
interrupted with:
Eyes, I wanted them to help those
two girls; l have just thought that the
mother and father are away"
'To be sure. It's a shame for those
two young things, strangers as they
are, to have no neighborly help in
their holiday work. Bob isn't dowr
yet and Dicky's off somewhere.
heard him up half an hour ago; but
I'll tell you what we'll do, we'll JUS
step over there now, you and ], ani
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