Daily camera., 1901-07-19

man had gone. But. Mr.. Hombach,
pursuing habit he sometimes in
dulged in, continued to demolsh 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 Mr.. 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
chisel. father. Here it is. See, it
isn't spoiled. She's a very nice, care
full lady, Miss Elizabeth is. She needs
little saw very badly; hers is an
old. rusty one. and it won't work"
What! What's that" exclaimed
Mr.. Hombach, raising his black brows
with fresh start of horror. Does
the woman want saw now? l was
fool-a fool! I might have known
l was only making trouble for my
self! BAH" His disgust turned to
severe irony. Maybe the woman
would like the tool box!"
Miss Elizabeth is going to give me
slip off her pink geranium," said
Randolph.
Mr.. Hombach gruntcd unwillingly,
and the frown deepened between his
eyes.
"Will you not lend the saw, ia
ther?" pleaded the boy.
NO" said Mr. Hanfbach.
The tool box stood on the work
bench in sight Of both. On top was
just such saw as Miss Bradley
wanted. Randolph looked at the mar
row, cleaning blade anxiously, then
at his father. "IIow is Miss Eliza
beth to finish her work?" he asked.
Mr.. Hombach shook his bushy hair
impatientIy. 81 cannot lend tools!
No, no! The woman has no sense!
My tools are my friends! Who ever
heard of lending n friend?'
Randolph's countcnance fell; but in
a moment he frightened with new
thought.
80, father" he gasped out with
breathless eagerness to test the
availa bility of his idea, Couldn't you
take the saw upstairs yourself and
do the work for Miss Elizabeth-for
the sake of the saw, you know?'
Mr.. Hombach's brows went up
again, and he ran his fingers through
his thick, outstanding hair as il the
idea was difficult of comprehension.
Sure enough, Randolph" he said in
an altered tone, his combative spirit
all gone. How absurd of me not to
have thought of that il first. Yes.
yes, of course, that is the only sensi-
BILE thing to do. and it will take only
a few moments"
To himself he continued as he went
upstairs with his tool box: THAT lit
tie Randolph Of mine is no common
boy. Whoever he is, there is the
blood of statesman in his veins.
He'll make his mark in the world"
Miss Elizabeth Bradley did not ask
for the loan of any more tools AS
the weeks passed Randolph noticed
that his father went upstairs to chat
with her now and then, to the great
disappointment of the men who
called every evening to discuss poll
ties, and to the relief of the neigh
bors who wanted TO sleep.
II guess there's something in the
wind" gossiped Mrs. Marary Of the
second floor front to her neighbor
of the hall room.
80. it's all settled; she's maxim the
wcddin' dress" came the reply; "and
I'm right glad, it's so suitable all
round. II ain, right for man and
boy 10 be eatin' at n RESTRAINT day
in and day out. The only wonder is
they didn't make a match of it long
ago."-Boston Globe.