Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1900-12-01
HARRY'S CABINET.
BY MARJORIE BURNS.


you vas 50 goot and your home
vas SO lofcly, all covered up nat
roses, 1t must be so shveet in the
mornings To hear the lectle birds
sing" he murmurtd, gratefully, s.p.
Dlng his max ana staring sert.
mcntally at the lato-climbng ro,cs
hat thrust their pink faces in at the
window.
Law, what q nl"o man" said Mrs
Dean, in an apprcs,atve aside. Now,
"ay Jos hua don't lnow rose from a
'abbagc, and don't care mite more
FOR bird than he does for June
bug
Tho stranger was evidently cncou"-
god By this admiration. and he'd
ut a card, BEARING the name, Herr
yon Schncit2cnbc,g
If | could lodge at your lofcly
hCmc." he pleaded. Il havc--vat yau
all him?-rofeyonc's and would be
tut all the day, looking for fossc2ls
II your coal-mines."
"Oh, let him come" begged Harry.
AS he's Il geologist, he could help
ne label my specimens"
What DO YOU think about it. Mae?
lie might have the north ROOM" Eug,
sestcd Mrs. Dean, who had taken n
great fancy to Herr Won SchncitZ II
i zee "maalGron that che @aG-|,SShe Was al
ways ready to turn an honest penny.
SO the bargain was scaled. with
ne stipulation that Mrs. Dean should
l.. i ~,
smith. For il | called you that
lame every time | spoke to you
,houldnt have any time left to do the
york." she said.
Toward sunset Mae was sitting on
he front porch making some prepar-
ton for the next weeks lessons, for
{ was September, and her school had
IoSun again. when Herr Won Schneitz-
'nberg came out and took Il seat near
ler
This is as it should bC-loie,
'0ctry and lcfeluess," he said beam
ng sunnly through his green glasses
lCn the little book Of poCtiCal on.
.acta which Mae held to the sweet
ace lending above it.
NO: love and have nothing to do
With each ether. | am merel> pre-
}aiing parsing lesson for my schol-
rs,' returned Mae. coluly. as she
moved her chair a trillc farther from
his sentimental Teuton.
But you surely haf lofed? Vas he
cad, or a schGmp?" he demanded,
king his goggles upon her face, with
luiot insistence.
philip Earle scamp? Never"
aid Mae, rising abruptly, with in
!iSnHrt crimson flushing her CHI eks
step. | only wanted to know
whether You loved him STILL" said Il
mellow voice, from which the foreign
accent and cultural tone had strange
z disappeared.
Mae tdrned, flushing and paling--
fear, hope. delight. each struggling
for mastery in her wide. dark eyes.
In second the green goggles fell
% the ground, the red wig and whisk.
rs following suit, and the transfer.
nation Of Herr Won Schneitzcnberg
INTO Philip Earle was complete.
ooh. you cruel little thing" he
aid, folding Mae in his strong arms.
When | came nome from Egypt,
alarmed at hearing nothing from YOU
alter that terrible report in the news.
papers, and found that you had dis.
appeared as completely as the bride
n The Mistletoe BOugh,' | followed
up iumor after rumor, only to find
Them delusive. until at last your
young friends letters to Jimmie
Brown gave me the correct clew.
assumed disguise, fearing that you
might have learned to love some one
Else, and thinking if that was the
"sse | could go quietly away without
disclosing my identity; but your
pretty burst OF Indignation u moment
ago showed me that my Mae was still
my own"
but forgot" said Mae struggling
away from his cncircling arm; Il
cannot marry you and disgrace you"
Don't talk of disgrace and your
self in the same breath, Mae. tell
you that you shall marry me. So you
might as we'll accept the situation
with the best grace possible"
Somehow Macs resolution melted
away just then and she accepted the
situation with so good q grace that
when Mrs. Dean came to the door
her golden head was resting on
Philips shoulder, and the two were
ccoing lovers sweet nothngs to each
other-surely the happiest pair un.
der the pink sunset that night.
well, if | ever heard of the like.
Mae. wouldn't have believed it of
you and Mr., Smith. il didn't sec it
with my own eyes," gasped Mrs.
Dean, sinking to the step and tanning
herself with Understandable air.
Mae laughed, and explained the sit,
uation.
well, | thought If Philip Earle had
the spUnk of man, he'd find you out,
by hook or by crook" beamed Mrs.
Dean. much relieved. But | can't
help feelin' SOFT o. sorry that that
sweet Mr.. Smith has gone,' she
mcurned. with a rueful glance at the
discarded goggles and red hair, the
sole rs INFANTS of the courteous Teu.
ton who had completely won her soft
heart.
:, But she was partly consolcd for the
non existence Of that sweet Mr..
Smith by the present OF red plush
parlot.set that she had long coveted,
and Harry Frcare and Jimmie Brown
also rejoiced in many new posses.
sions dear to boyish hearts.
No need to ask ii Mae was happy.
as. she and Philip steamed across the
prairie lit by the cloth.of-gold of
acres of wild sunnowers. The dark
gulf of disgrace and loneliness was |
annulled, and past, present and fu- |
ture seemed all one rose-lit unity
Saturday Night.
Cultivating II Freak Nut.
Efforts are being made, through |
Ii tn ~,