The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-07-04
A COSMOPOLITAN CELE-
 BRATI0N.

BRATI0N. On the evening of the third oi July the dining room of Der Gipfer ho- tel b the Austrian Iyrol was filled with a large company Of tourists. The orchestra was playing the latest Vi- enna favorttes and the little army of walters was silently executing intri- cate maneuvcrs under the stem eye c. that generaiissimo of the dining room. the head waiter. A little group Of Americans occupied a table at the upper end of the room. where a fine view of the mountains was to be mad. and the music of the orc 1e5tra WGs softened by distance. T dor. believe t was the attrac- ton of gravity that br,ugn. us to- gether." laughed little Miss Allard on the first evening when they had dis covered their common ailagianc" 10 the Stars and Stripes.
 Much more likely 1t was oar spe- cific gravity" said Dr. Newton. We have been forced to the top by the greater weight of the surrounding sea of wisdom
 'Huh!" exclaimed Ned Armstrong, The sea of wisdom is a pretty rocky solution. I think. and the Americans would be at the top of anything. any way"
 "A noble and patriotic sentiment. my E-n." laughed Dr. Newton. Tt does you credit and ably and sue cinctly states what we all feel" 'Ah. quit joshing!" said Ned. with an angry blush.
 Edward. will you never learn to speak English correctly" said Mrs. ArmsctrOUg with a sigh. "No. ma, prefer American | straight" said Ned, defiantly. | Mrs. Armstrong turned with the hopeless look of an American parent | to her neighbor, remarking: You have had the advantage of educating Ethel in England. so you do not ap- preciate my difficulties. Mrs. Burton. '" | No; my trials have not been the same." said Mrs. Burton. But" she continued, lowering her voice. while I do not wish to encourage Ned in his insubordination. I really find him re- freshing. We are going home in the fall and I shall place Ethel in some girls school and make good Amer ican of her"
 T really think I'm pretty good American now" said Ethel, brightly. Mummy has somehow made New York seem home, though I have only been there once.
 Tt will really be home soon," said Mrs. Burton. Sir Percivafs lands were entailed, you know, and pass to a younger brother" There was such a note of gladness in her voice that Mrs. Armstrong repressed the consola- | tory words she felt were really due. "Mees Ethel is yer preety, vether 1 she is Englise or Americaine." said l the little Frenchman who had attached himself to the American group. turn ing to his neighbor, Miss Burnett
 Your eye for beauty is certainly cosmopolitan" laughed Miss Burnett. Yesterday 1t was the little Austrian peasant and the day before the Fwar- l thy Ruseian countess"
 And before zat and all ze time. 1t ees you. You should not blame me | for admiring lofely faces. You are yourself devotee of beauty. You worship at her shrine, but you shoose ze dried skin. how you call him. ieather?-and I, me. prefer the fresh.''
 Miss Burnett laughed merrily. Don't stigmatize my digging into old handicrafts as a liking for dried skin. should prefer reproducing the beau tiful flesh tints you admire. but since | I cannot do that I must content my | oSiA "Ath NCSi6hih6 AhSatCNoi UAtS"d~ brsc and stamping griffens and eagles into leather"
 Speaking of eagles" interrupted Ned. Tomorrow is the day old bald head screams. and don't suppose that there's as much as fire cracker around these diggings."
 'Tm afraid not" said Dr. Newton, with smile; you'll have to content yourself with being a good American tomorrow"
 "Oh. hang it!" exclaimed Ned "I wish I was home. The old gang will be out at Stony Brook and there'll be a brass band and speeches on the common. and maybe parade and fire crackers all day, and lemonade and popcorn. and everybody will have com- pany out from town, and there'il be fireworks In the evening and ice cream and. Oh. cracky, I hanven't seen a kernel of popcorn the whole length of Europe. These guys don't know what's good. I wish I was home," he groaned. tragically.
 Do tell me about popcorn" cried Ethel. Mummy has never mentioned it."
 Me. also desire to know yer mooch pop-vat you call him?" said the Freuchman.
 While Ned was vainly trying to ex- plain that corn is not really meant for chicken feed. and that there IS a vari- ety which pops open when subjected to heat and which Is especially adapt cd to small boys, Dr. Newton was say ing to Miss Allard; DO you ramem- ber the Fourths we used to spend al Minnetonka Jessie? How carted out tons of explosives and how HTS. Gibson used to protest and laugh about it?"
 Friday, "A JEST OF FATE" by !