The record-union., 1899-04-30

You gave me quite a turn" he said.
It's serious, boy said the other man,
bending his long, gaunt body forward,
his gray eyes all alight Il haven't the
pluck to face her.
Nance" said Weary, judicially.
Rivers" said Warrington, with rev
erence; Catherine Rivers
Pretty Kitty Rivers." cried Weary.
"Old man, 1 congratulate you"
Don't be a fool.'' said Warrington,
angrily, and walked to the window
''On your good taste, of course said
Weary, with grin. Is it a bad case?''
Il shall-ask her to be my wife, said
Warrington with a rush, las soon as
dare call-which I haven't done since
we've been back-more than a week"
Weary whistled, rose, and strolled
over to the piano.
well, 1 should advise you to go and
have it out with her. he said, twisting
himself round on the music stool.
Come back when it's over, and sparkle
up Bit
Shut up." growled his senior.
Weary shrugged his shoulders and
struck a few aimless notes. This sore
of timidity was strange to him. In
matters relating to the opposite sex his
senior was a child compared with that
good-looking boy at the piano
Suddenly Weary grinned, struck
chord and broke into a music hall song,
accentuating the twang of Cockayne to
eXaggeration:
O-ownly one gurl-in the world fer me;
O-ownly one g-url-'as my sympathee;
She m'ynt be vairy pretty
Shakespeare between the shoulder
blades cut his efforts short He twisted
round, chuclkling and rubbing himself
Steady on, old chap. What's up?'
Il came here to-day for your help"
said Warrington, and stopped short.
''Warry!" said Weary, nervously. He
had never seen him like this before.
Vic, I'm longing to see her-to say
it. I've been longing for months, and
now-I simply daren't CALI
Bulldog father comic pa
pers,' murmured Weary, quite uncom-
pretending.
Warrington glared.
eff you're going to be a drivelng
young IDIOT he said, Jelly.
Mono! Drive ahead said Weary.
It's just her I'm frightened off, said
Warrington. I'D rather go through a
week of Chukundras than speak; but
I'd go through a lifetime of them with
her at the far end
But, Warrington" said Weary, puz-
zled, shes not such a Tartar
she's the best girl in the world" said
Warrington, V. c.; land the only thing
in it I'm afraid to face"
why, what would she do?'. said vi
cary.
"Do?" said Warrington, with both
bands at his mustache. do? Why,
she'll drop her eyelashes, or she'll curl
the corners of her mouth, or she'll
glance at me over her shoulder, with
her chin up, and then-and them
And then?" said Weary, twinkling.
Then | shall sweat like coolie, and
stand gaping like a stuck pig said
Warrington, savagely; land my knees
will GO fiabby and my face twitchy, as
you elegantly put it. Good-by."
'Eh?"
I'm going there now. I mean to go
there now
Yes" said Weary; "and directly
you're outside you'll stand still for a
quarter of an hour. and then cut off
home and spend the evening practising
profanity in solitude"
Warrington stood in front of his jun
ior. and dared rot contradict
Unless said Weary, and stopped
and grinned.
Unless, said Warrington, with pain
full eagerness.
Unless. said Weary coolly, knock
ing his pipe out in the CRATE, unless
come with you.''
Warrington drew a long breath.
Thanks, . he said shortly, and watch
ed Weary putting on hat and coat and
pulled his mustache violently.