The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-12-23

Some in" said the youth, though h
had to force his voice to make it audi
ble
Come in!" the father roared savage
! ly.
"Lettah, sah," said the waiter.
Phil snatched it, looked at the ad
dress, hurried under the gasight ant
handled the envelope with trembling
fingers. His father followed him
looked pityingly at him, and final.
said:
Courage, dear boyl You mean
well. You'll always have the honor o.
having admired her with your whole
heart
/ Then he turned away and wiped hi'
eyes Boys will be boys he had beer
4, one himself; but why should time BIZ
remorseless enough to wreak such crue
revenge? The sins Of the parents might
descend to the children, but why mere
plumbers? What should he do to allay
as quickly as possible the pain of the
blow? dozen plans hurried into his
mind, and he resolved to try them all, II
| necessary. He would even give UP bus
| mess for year at no matter whatever
| loss to himself, so as to be his own
sons constant companion, Fortunately,
| the boy never had outgrown childhood s
| fondness for his fathers society The
father had always tried to keep him
self young for his childs, sake. Now he
would go back to rowing or sailing; he
would learn bicycling, and he would go
to all the ball games, though there was
nothing more tiresome to him than sit
ting on bench as a spectator while
other men did the playing. And how
earnestly he would pray heaven to be
as mereiful to the son as it had been to
the father-to let the proper girl cross
the boys path and make him happy.
Meanwhile he turned his head and
studied the boys face. Why, there was
good stuff in Phil, Junior; he was TAX
ing his disappointment bravely. Still,
there were women who could say mo- -
so gracefully and tenderly as to take
the sting from the word. He could
easily imagine Marian Raybrlght such
an one. If
Accepted" shouted Phil.
Tfewitt's face became iron, and his
eyes flashed as he Kissed between his
set teeth, "What?"
Accepted" the youth repeated. To
Phil Juniors establishment, Phil, SEN
Tor dropped into a chair and looked the
picture Of perplexed imbecility. Phil
was really sorry for his father yet SO
full Of Joy that he could not help dis
playing the air Of superiority which any
young American feels toward his am
cestors to any number Of generations
back. Still he would be generous-yes,
he would not exut; he would merely
impress gently upon his father fact
of which all mlddle-aged parents
seemed oblivious, so he said:
Father, perhaps | don't seem as
young to her as to YOU, You tell me
sometimes that although have twenty
one years, and six feet of stature, and a
mustache, that I'm still your little boy,
She has seen me only as man and
Phil" interrupted his father. re-
gaining possession of himself, and rls-
ing from his chair are you sure she
accepts you?"
'sure?" Phil echoed, the instant the
word dropped from his fathers lips
why, listen to this-where Is it! OH
Heart and soul / am yours; / have
never Logged any one else. Isn't that
plain English? As TO her age. about
which you said some things
which | still think very unfair, she
says, dear girl; My life has gone
backward rapidly, year by year, within
a few months Father, you said this
thai | had known her but a
short time, but you ought to remember
that time Is eternity to lovers. She
knows 1t, for she writes: You have
been in my heart SO long What an in
tense, poetic nature she has. There are
some passages here which / can hardly
well as | know her. 1t
would seem az IL she had loved me
years, instead of days"
Trewitt turned pale, and then red.
he astonished his son by /
newspaper from a table |
md tanning himself vigorously.
Father exclaimed young Phil with |
ONE show Indignation, "do you think
III this extraordinary demonstration Is I
allied for? You continue to act as If it |
vas the most wonderful, inexplicable
hing in the world that Marian has ac- |
,epted me. Won't you please stop? ! |
know you don't mean any offense by It, !
nut really 1t makes me feel as If you |
we're unable to realize that / am man. |
am willing to always remain boy to |
fou in almost everything; but | do |
blink you might recognize me as man
N this day Of all days. | don't like the
dea that anyone, even Marian, can see
my more IN me, than you seem to see,
H. ga an