Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-02-23

PUZZLED, l walked to the gate, and
there on a garden seat in the far corner
sat George, his arm securely round
/ Dolly's waist, and every now and then
between his caresses he was shouting
out "Playw "Faultv' '"Forty- thirtyw
! 'sDeucew and then continuing his &C.
| cupation as if nothing had interrupted
it.
"What in the name of good fortune is
the meaning Of this ~ Iasked, going up
| to them.
They both started, and bright blush
mounted the fair Dolly's cheek. George
jumped up quickly.
"You see," he explained, 1--WE got so
! tired of playing forty-ffteen-tennis
that we-forty -thirty-hit on this idea
Of pacifying the game old lady. She
hears me calling out the score, and so
she-are you readyathinks we are
playing and does not disturb u.s.. If
were to-fault- stop calling out for one
minute you would see her head pop
over that-fifteen all-hedge."
This sort of thing had been going on
for some time, and George had grown
quite an adept at it. In fact, it was al
most impossible to talk to him now, for
he would forget that Mrs. Morley was
not listening, and his conversation
would be continually broken by "For-
ty-ffteen" or ''Thirty ALL" and was
beginning to get seriously alarmed
about him.
The climax came one evening when
Mrs Morley had asked us both to tea
George had been in a most nervous
state all day, and the sight of our host
ess seemed to make him worse. Every
time she spoke to him he would MUIR
muir some unintelligible remark, such
as ''Thirty ALL" At last Mrs. Morley
became quite vexed and thought he
had been drinking. demonstrated with
him, but to no effect. Dolly, seeing
how strange he was, suggested another
cup of tea.
''How many Jumps of sugar." she
asked.
"Forty-lovew almost shouted George,
"Sir," said Mrs. Morley severely,
show dare you speak to my daughter
like that?'
care you ready? interjected George.
'Ready for what?" asked Mrs. Nor
ley, perfectly amazed. eff your
"Outside," interrupted Charles.
"Sir, if you can't control yourself I'll
go to the
''Deucep' roared George.
This was too much for me, so col
Jared George and hurried him out into
the garden.
Poor Mrs. Morley flew off to her.
room, her head high in the air.
Dolly followed me in tears.
81 have been afraid of this all day."
she sobbed. Hes been shouting the
score so much lately that he can't seem
to get it out Of his head. Oh, can't you
stop him?'
"Playv' came family from Georges !
lips.
"Please try" she pleaded.
Still he kept on, SO l hurried him
back to the hotel, put him to bed and
sent for DOCTOR The man Of medicine
piled him with many questions, but
the only replies he could get were
'Forty-ffteen," "Forty- thirty evan
tage" and Fault"
An anxious week passed. Every
available piece of ice in the village. was
melted on poor Georges head, and still
he continued his raving.
Time, the greatest of all physicians,
however. accomplished what the, ice
failed to, and after couple of weeks
complete rest and the careful nursing
OF Mrs. Morley and her daughter
George recovered.
Tennis is now no longer necessary.
The court, the racket and the balls have
disappeared, and George and Dolly
stroll arm in arm through the garden
without any fear Of interruption, for
Mrs. Morley understands. = Chicago
Times-Herald.