Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-07-01

The boat thus threatened was moored
to the bank, but so carelessly that it
had drifted out several yards into the
river, thus facilitating Mr.. Walton's
charitable purpose. And another thing
in his favor was that Max Alden and
his golden-haired companion were sit
ting in the stern seat with their backs
toward the enemy.
I'm so glad needn't go any mo1ew
the young lady was saying, when. hear
ing the splash of the oars, she turned
her head
"Oh, Mr.. Walton" she cried. edo be
CAREFUL" and, leaning forward, she
caught the nose OF his boat and turned
it aside.
Arthur Walton padded back in great
surprise. Who was this girl with the
short golden curls that seemed so ready
with his name? Surely, surely, he
could never forget the name of the
owner Of such a face!
Keep quiet, Iris" growled Alden.
81 shall tell" whispered the young
lady so addressed.
Walton bowed to her rather sheepish-
ly.
"1ndeed!' he protested.
Il cannot have forgotten your name"
Perhaps the accent was on "your."
ITS very evident you have" she an
swered with feigned pique, and looking
down, smiled into a lunch basket.
How are you, old MAXI"
How are you, Walton?"
The two young men shook hands
and then waited, rather awkwardly.
Il won't go until he introduces me-"
said Walton to himself stubbcrnly.
Besides, she knew me already.
81 was wondering where I should ge
lunch ne said to fill an uncomfortable
pause. The girl raised her head as
though to speak, and Alden, trying
hard to make it appear an accident
kicked her foot. What could these
signs mean? Walton looked sharply
from one to the other and continued:
"All these river side houses charge so
high and give one such a wretched
feed"
"Rarely?" The girl looked up, her
ciaS wv NClICu Will lazy lluS.
What? No! How can it be?" Wal
ton stared helplessly at the girls COL
den curls; but for them it might have
been.
Such a delicious little thrill OF
laughter! Walton swears he can never
forget it, and in the midst OF his in
toxication dim sense of old Max
Iris, I'm very angry with
you!" and the girls answer, dear OIL
Maxi! And tLen he, "Iris-Mr. Wal
ton; Mr.. Walton-my wife"
"Oh how could" But Arthur Wal
ton did not finish his question: he was
not certain whether it might not appear
rude.
Come in" said Mrs. Alden, making
room for him in the boat. "and I'll
tell you all about it during lunch"
Then. in spite of her husbands looks,
Mrs. Alden told her little tale. Things
had been going very badly year be-
fore and one night Max had come home
more downcast than usual. Now, 1t
happened that he had that day heard
that the George and Bull-in whose M
stairs dining-rooms he took his lunch
was in want of barmaid, and, as a
joke, he said:
"suposing you apply for the post,
Iris? You might charm all the old
money BAGS to divulge their secrets"
IT will she Immediately answered,
and Max was frightened-it was only
his joke.
But Iris was not to be put off. She
procured black wig, used jaime powder
and otherwise disguised herself. applied
for the post and got It.
and" she concluded, cit answered
splendidly."
MAY" said Walton "T told you
Maggie Beaumont was a brick"
"Really?' cried the young wife,
clapping her hands
"You used to say rarely" Walton re-
minded her
"That was part of the Disguise" she
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