Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1901-05-16

comes into our manners course.
You and mumsie go and Joy your
selves like everything. I'll entertain
your governor like an angel una
wares
Jessiea's gay voice ran on reassur-
ingly, but still little Mrs. Collier hest
tated.
eff it wasn't for Medicines get
ting all ready for us she said:
"but I really feel as if we have no
right to disappoint her, Ben. Isn't
it inst like fate, that the two events
should come together like this?'
"Oh. cruel fate, thou best unkind,"
laughed the big man on the couch.
He reached out a long arm and gath
cred Jess in.
Don't fret, little Mis- Collier" he
said; lust leave the governor to his
young lady. Mark my words, he'll
be struck the minute he claps eyes on
her. Be on your dignity, Puss in
Boots, above all, be on your dignity
Jess on her dignity" jibed Janet,
over by the window. Janet was II,
and included in Aunt Madeleine's in
vitation.
For retaliation Jessica rose and
minced across the roo to Janet with
a stately firt of her short petticoats
and a Gistracting smile. She extended
her hand on a level with the dimple
in her chin.
"Gov. Ives? Pleased to meet you
aw, really now she cried, sweet
ly. "Pra-ay be seated; charming
weather"
Good" exclaimed Judge Collier,
heartily: there, you have the regu-
lar high-handed thing. Get your bon,
net on. and we'll start right off, Mis-
Collier, III risk the governor"
We'll, I suppose we must 60" the
little mother said. "But you won't
let Midget do anything dreadful, Jes-
sica? And you'll stay on your dig
nity?"
It'll the curtain drops, mumsie."
Then I'll go and get ready, Ben.
Come, Janet. It's really just for an
hour or so. What time does the train
get in, Ben? We ought to be home
by eight"
six forty-five. I believe, unless the
timetables up for repairs. 1t usual
" is"
ONSc "oS lis oLANAS NLS pa
pers. She brought out the timetable
in triumph and consulted it wisely.
ITS set for GAS, daddy. that's
what the tables set for" she pro-
claimed. $50 he won't be here for
supper, anyway. 1t takes half an
hour for Jerry to drive him up"
still, you must have the table all
set for him, Jess-in case, you know"
her mother called back from the door,
in gentle oblivion to puns.
Gov. Ives had been nominated by
his party for reelection. and was to
make a speech at a campaign rally in
Drinkwater the next forenoon. Judge
Collier, as the mos prominent citi-
zen, had been asked to entertain him.
Thus it come about. The coincidence
of an important and long-standing en-
gagement at Mrs. Golfers sister, a
few miles away, on the very day of
the governors arrival, was an unfor-
tunate accident.
It was IL by the time they got away.
Then Midget woke from her nap and
had to be 'bread-and-milked," as Jess
styled it. They were both in high
spirits over their little luncheon.
Think of it, Nudge, we're going to
receive a real, live governor, you and
l." Jess cried, gayly.
"Oh, myl You certain possytif he's
live. Jessie?"
"Mercy, yes; yes, indeed, Nudge.
And we've got to treat him beau
tifully, you know, so he'll send daddy |
to congress some day, or-or make
him president or something. You
can tell what a governor might
do if you gave him a fair chance.
What we want to do is to furnish the
chance: see. mon enfant?"
The big, beautiful house was in per-
feet order, but Jess lowered over the
rooms in their turn, Strengthening
and smoothing and blowing off imag-
mary f1ecks of DUST. Little Midget,
duly impressed with the OCCASIONS
solemnity, trotted in her wake.
There, all hat is needed now are
the flowers. Wen go and cut flowers,
Nudge, of my heart. Mercy, yes; she
must have a little pink sunbonnet on
when the governors coming. One
more freckle on your lose, Midget
Collier, and daddy's political chances
would be lost-losti"
Out on a wide, shady lawn it was
beautiful. There was nothing to dis
tract ones attention from the careful
selection and arranging of the guber-
Material nosegays. But Jessica glanced
across the low hedge occasionally
with suspicion
"It7s holidays. I'm afraid Rains
at home, Midget she said.
sYes'm, som I 'fraid, COS / know
he is-'cos I sawed him this minute"
4 mop of football hair rose slowly
over the hedge. Being red, it was like
the rising of the sun, as Jess would
have taken pains to tell him, only she
had said it so often it was old. She
went on with her posy-picking with
great dignity.
.Prithee, faire ladye," quavered a
voice, timidly, might a poor mental
crave audience, or is it-er-your
busy day?"
eyes, il is, Lorain Cox. You mustn't
bother. I'm getting ready for the
governors reception tonight"
Eyes. he is; he's a-comin'i The
govyynor's a-comin,," supplemented
Midget, Importantly.
.oh, come off, Midget"
.Lorain Cox, if you don't believe us,
you-needn't," Jess cried, indignantly.