The Coconino sun., 1901-08-10

delighted him.
 "The boy is a diplomat" he thought to himself. "What cool head! An, some day he will sit with the great men of the world. We'll, guess you may take that chisel to Miss Brad- ley" he said, presently, and began to work.
 Miss Elizabeth Bradley, who was dressmaker in a small way, lived in the back wing of the second floor of the house. She might have been 30 or 35. She did not look old, but was still not what would be called "a young lady" Randolph felt that he would not have liked her so we'll if that title had fitted her exactly.
 "Thank you." she said. admitting the little Bismarck into her apart ment. She was trying with some ill., assorted tools to make a cabinet out of a grocery box. The boy looked on the work with interest, and the two began chatting.
 Perhaps few things in Miss Brad ley's monotonous life gave her so much pleasure as listening to Ran dolph's talk about the discussions that were carried on nightly down. stairs. He was still so small and childish-looking that the fluent phrases he repeated so glibly savored to her of "cuteness." She liked to "draw him out" as she said, and ire quently asked what "pa" thought about this or that.
 "Well, guess your pas got lots of nice sensible ideas," she remarked as rejoinder to Randolph's elucidation of what his father believed in regard to territorial expansion"
 Miss Elizabeth herself did not know what the term meant, but she had some excellent ideas about mak- ing gingerbread. She had fragrant loaf of it on hand, and she stopped working to cut large slice, which she brought to Randolph on one of her prettiest china plates.
 The thought returned to the boy mind that Miss Elizabeth was very much nicer than any younger lady. OhS Nouiu oS 1uitS Soihioi 'ophS pS- side her; she had no 'airs;" she wasn't "giddy;" she didn't tease and make fun of boys as young girls did. If fate had provided him with a moth- CT instead of father, he felt he would have liked a mother like Miss Elizabeth Bradley.
 Here, however, the object of his thoughts interrupted.
 "I doubt I'll have to trouble you again, Randolph" she said. "Please take the chisel back to your pa with my compliments, and bring me up a little saw. Mine is so big and clumsy that 1 can't manage it."
 Certainly, Miss Elizabeth, Tll-ask him." responded Randolph, with some misgivings as to what would be the outcome of this second appeal for the loan of tool.
 It did not promise we'll for the suc- cess of his errand that, going down. stairs, he heard his father arguing vehemently with man in the work shop. He waited outside until the man had gone. But. MT. Hombach, pursuing habit he sometimes in- dulged in, continued to demolish the argument of his vanished opponent.
 "You are wrong." he vociferated; "the present need of the country"
 Father" interrupted clear, be- seeching voice, Miss Elizabeth Brad- ley"
 But Mir. Hombach was too deeply stirred to heed or even to notice the boy. "Your argument is based on an exploded theory! You don't know"
 Randolph was obliged to wait until the argument was concluded. Then he said, speaking very earnestly, in his clear, boyish tones:
 "Miss Elizabeth thanks you for the