The Portland daily press., 1901-02-16

mock and think. and real hero suddenly
scales the wall and stands before me.
You are a hero, of courseY
"'AIy modcsty, mam'selle,' with a
sweeping bow.
"'Oh, how charming! Not one OF the
girls will believe it. I've always told
everybody that some day my chcvalier
would come along and wish to bear me off
TO his turreted castle, and here he is.
You are a chevalier, aren't youT
1.-The Chcvalier d'Orman, nam 'selle.'
"TIow splendid, And you must be a
troubadour too
eyes, | touch the sad, sweet Tyre
"Isn't that sweet? | wish the rest OF
the girls were here. And you are
knight also. and your horse and squire
are down in the village waiting for your
GAS you say, mam'selle.'
Dear me. but isn't 1t so very
strange? she went on. getting more girly
every minute. Sir knight, hast thou n
castleY
al hath four castles, fair ladye.'
"'What a romantic adventure! When
tell the other girls, they'll say it was all
a dream. All day yesterday ! somehow
felt that my knight was coming, and now
he's here. Why amt you in armor Dor
manT
Because mine enemies have fled.'
OF course How beautiful. You are
not only out of your armor but you seem
to be in Disguise
"'Ycs, put on this faded raiment that
] might not be recognized.
GLOW grand and mysterious Wasn't
j right in sticking TO it that you would
come? Mam'selle is French for girl,
isn't it|
"'Par sigue de mepris, says |, with a
bow.
"'Oh, how exqusiter she exclaimed as
she rolled up her eyes. OF course I'm
girl, aud you do quite right to call me
mam'selle. Sir knight, thou hast come
here Toto
"'To bear thee to one of my castles
"How lovely! The girls won't believe
II. Forgive my coyness, but you know
how q young girl feels when first asked
for her love. | ought to be borne away
on your saddlebow. of course, but hadn't
you as lief see papa about it|
Il told her that | waited with throb-
bling heart TO see her old man." smiled the
tramp, but of course lied about it |
was scraping and bowling and trying to
find a way out of it when she suddenly
cried out:
"Hn. D'OFmau, but my sire approach
ethr
at was true. The old man was coming
down from the house, and he had ginger
In his looks and a club in his hand.
80 sire, but let me introduce Sir
Knight d'0rman.' said the girly old girl
''rhe sire didn't take the introduction.
He shifted the club TO his left hand and
spat on the palm of his right and then
shifted it back and quietly said:
"'Weary Willie. I'll give you just IS
seconds to git on the other side Of that
fence
"a chevalier hates to take a bluff be-
fore the damsel he loves, but estimated
that the old man would want TO club ev-
cry square inch OF me il he once opened
the circus, and without wasting any more
bows or scrapes | took climb. | think
] heard girly call my name In voice be-
traying emotion, but shall never be sure
about 1t. While / was playing monkey
on the fence the sire was dropping that
old CIR. in her hammock with dull thud,
and there was sound of somebody get
ting box ON the ear. AS l stood in the
road | looked around for my steed and
esquire, but while | was yet gazing that
same old man came down to the gate and
shook that club at me. and journeyed
on afoot and unattended.
Thanks for the nickels. The @. o. D..
system beats any in the world; saves
bookkeeping. prevents errors and enables
a dilapdated gentleman to figure on his
wine before he sits down to the table"
Nj. QUAD.