The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1898-04-20

| first one girl and then another, and take
them out On tandems-oh, you didn't have
tandems, did you?-and take them to the
theater. and-thats' all. What did you call
them?'
land that's ALL " her mother repeated.
I'VE called them obstacles to a girls mar
rying and-and young donkeys.'
Fools. l see. 1 like snipe' better.
There! l believe that's the Objectionable
Mortimer now. He has little perky way
of his own Of ringing the bell"
By this time Euphrosyne was dressed and
ready for evening parade. Before her
mother knew what the girl was doing, she
had run to the landing Of the front stairs,
and Mrs. EXton could hear:
Jane! Jane! Is that Mr.. Trumbull?''
Then a young mans voice was heard be-
low And then
well. Jane, please ask Mr.. Trumbul to
excuse me this evening".
The next moment Euphrosyne back
again in her dressing room. radiant with an
expression of duty nobly done.
There, mamma Isn't that obedient
daughter? Now, give me a kiss
The mother stood staring wide eyed. She
was not only astonished at her daughters
obedience, but shocked at her rrdeneSS.
Between bewilderment and vexation, the
woman of an older, and more ceremonious,
generation found herself at loss for words.
She rose in silence from the chair. where
she had been sitting by her daughters
Euphrosyne stood on the tees of foot,
stuck out the other foot, daintily caught
her skirt between finger and thumb Of
either hand and spun round once. And then
she changed to the other foot and spun
around again in the other direction Then,
looking to be sure her mothers door was
closed. she rang UP her dear friend Alix
and told Alix the news up to date. Alix
listened and gave a little advice.
"Now," said Mortimer Trumbull an hour
1t a.,
at the hands of Euphrosyne Exton, there
must be something in that, you know"
You didn't make her mad last night?'
one of the other boys at the hotel suggest
ed.
Never made her mad in my life"
How do you know that?" another asked.
Il don't think it takes an extra pair of
opera glasses to through it, said
third The old folks going to head
off Mr. Mortimer ere it be too late
That's it, Mortie," came from all sides.
II was the unanimous opinion of that meet
ing that Mortimer Trumbull was regarded
py the seniors of the Exton family as
pretender to the hand of their elder daugh-
ter.
Mortie blushed and stammered. and was
SLAPPED on the back, and guyed without
mercy. He was nice boy, not really
young enough or insignificant enough to
be classed as "snpe,' nor were his world
" prospects so hopeless as to fully Justify
| Mrs. EXtOn IN regarding MIN as an OD-
stacle to her daughters matrimonial adj
vancement. He made light of his COM
panions' theory while they were present
| and then. when all by himself, he ruminat-
! ed over it. and the longer he ruminat-
| ed, the more probable did it appear to him.
| AS a probable theory, it seemed worthy of
| his attention, and from object of atten-
| ton it became oti!e of action.
Two days after Mortie Trumbull and
| received his very direct snub at Euph-
| rosyre's hands it was Sunday and pleas
ant spring Sunday at that. Mrs. Exton
! was enjoying the satisfactory spectacle of
| her daughter walking from church with a
! certain Mr. also called major for his
torical re lsons-Caleb Jackson. The major
| was a widower. financially interested in
| coal. and, in the opinion of Mrs. Exton.
| otherwise interested in Euphrosyne. But he
| was a taciturn man. People said that was
because he weighed his words, like his coal,
set a price on them. and thought of corner
ing the market. The major was also known
| TO be his late wifes principal legatee
| "Oh"' Euphrosyne suddenly exclaimed to
her middle-aged escort. 'There goes poor
| Mr.. Trumbulln
| "Why?' said the major.
ct feel 50 sorry for him." she explained.
'Of course you don't know about it. but