The St. Johns herald., 1901-02-09


 of dirt of me every time she came into the room, even to digging out the holel the buttons were sewed in-opened sha door, and in walked the most beautiful thing ever laid eyes on."
 "You must be blind now" suggested the cane seated piazza chair, looking at the little white rocker, whereupor she rocked more violently than ever tx hide her embarrassment.
 It was young lady who had hur' her ankle and come with her mother t< see the doctor. The old tramp jumped up, and as l was the most comfortable seat in the room, they sat down. O joyous momentI Had my arms onlJ been fexiblei" Here the old settet sighed and leaned against the greer window shutter.
 "Well," he continued in a minute "when the doctor came into the room I could see that he was pleased, too The tramp was disposed of in short order, and then the doctor talked with Miss Lynn-Fsith Lynn, she said her name was.
 Many happy days for the doctor and for me followed. had the advantage of the doctor in one way. but he could shake hands with her when she came and went. which certainly ought to have satisfied him.
 'He began to grow very thoughtful. indeed. and instead of spending his leisure time in study, as he usually did, he went out 8 great deal. One night he came in quite late, and acted in such 6 queer way that thought he had gone insane. He looked at himself in the mirror from top to toe, examined his hair, his eyes and his mustaNhe thoroughly, and finally said aloud:
 "'You're not such 6 bad looking chap, after all, Jsck-perhaps you've . chance
 '|Then he came over and sat down on me for awhile, thinking deeply. Sud- denly he jumped up, flung my cushions across the room and shouted: 'TH do it-I1l do it to-morrow-what'st that, you old dufterT he added. turning to me. I must be growing crazy. I de- clare thought the ssttee spokel'
 'I had spoken, of course, and quite freely, too, about his treatment of my cushions, but said nothing more.
 ''Well, did not see Miss Lynn for some days, and the next time she came in it was with the doctor, and they both looked so happy. and he kissed her right then and there. could feel my green cushions almost turn red. I was so shocked. Tn . minute I under stood, though, when they sat down to- gether on me and discussed the date for the wedding"
 The old Settee stopped and cleared his throat, which had become quite husky.
 And was Mrs. Gregg Miss Lynn be- fore she married the doctor7" asked the little white rocker, softly.
 "Yes-and I held the bride on her wedding day when she felt faint and had to rest" said the settee. Here comes Miss Phyllis. who is the image of her mother"
 Phyllis Gregg, her cheeks rosy from brisk early morning walk and her golden hair blowing kisses to them, came up the steps with her sister Doro- thy, aged 12.
 "See how human the chairs look, Dorothy" she said. "You could almost imagine that fathers old settee had been telling stories of the times when it was young-the others seem to be turning toward it to listen"
 Isn't that funny!" cried Dorothy, her black eyes sparkling. Phyllis. I'm going to take the little white rocker upstairs. It is 90 pretty and need a rocker in my room," and she proceeded to carry it off, never noticing the groans of the settee. the pained look the cane-seated chair gave her, the ap- proval of the old red rocker or the de- light of the little white one on her way to explore the mysteries of the world. Boston Globe.