The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1902-08-27
JOHN DOYLE MATCHMAKER.

day skirt needed a new binding, the
vials of Mr.. Doyle's wrath were again
uncorked. AS the door closed on her
retreating form. he turned to his wife:
We'll, that beats me! I'll bet George
paid every cent of s25 for those two
seats. and she takes It as cool as II she
was used to such treats every night
in the week. do believe she's more
interested in Delancey's contract for
that Newport palace than in getting a
husband
Like as not" responded Mrs. Doyle,
gathering the 'butter scraps for the
cooking Jar. AN architects contract
is easily filed, but marriage is uncer-
tain and it's got TO stand for most OF
us. don't see that there's such a
rush about her settling down. She's do
ing well. Besides, how do you know
that Mr.. Shaw wants her?"
Want her!" roared Mr.. Doyle.
who wouldn't want her? Amt she
pretty? Amt she bright and up to the
mark every time? Amt got money to
leave? And amt she as cool as
cucumber, too, the Independent minx?"
A week after the Bernhardt episode
John Doyle came home fairly brim-
ming over with excitement.
what do you think? George has
bought an interest in the store. Had
tidy bit of money laid by when he
came down here, and seeing this was
good opening, bought in. Everybody
around the store is tickled to death.
Say. l invited him round to dinner
Sunday, to celebrate the occasion"
Mrs. Doyle smiled.
That's nice"
Louise likewise smiled placidly--
and passed her plate for another chop.
John Doyle boiled inwardly.
Don't care a rap. This comes of
letting her work among a lot of coun-
terjumpers and upstart young brokers.
She don't know real man when she
sees one
The next night Louise dined with
two young women who lived in true
Bohemian fashion, in two rooms with
a bath. She came home animated and
gossipy.
"Oh, mother" she exclaimed, as she
folded her new veil with thrifty care.
IT'S the dearest little den. The par
lor couches are their beds at night, and
inside there's a place for their gowns.
And such n cute dinner-with fern
in the middle of the table, and every
thing so easy to get-canned soup, fried
chicken and salad and things from the
delcatessen store, and rolls heated in
the gas oven, and charlotte russo, with
the queerest black coffee and preserved
sweets from India to finish off. No two
dishes alike and each one with his
tory!"
Mrs. Doyle patted the two slender
hands that stole round her neck.
1--WE had good dinner, too, dearie,
roly-poly pudding with strawberry
Jam"
mot strawberry JAM" sighed Louise,
Naughty mother, not to wait till
night when | was home. I've been
thinking thai when Mr.. Shaw came
Sunday we might have something out
of the ordinary, just to celebrate the
OCCASION, This with a sly look at her
father
ITO be sure" responded Mrs. Doyle
heartily. The poor fellow has boarded
ever since he came to town. No doubt
he'll enjoy some good home cooking.
Well have hne roast of beef with
both kinds of potatoes, celery and
vegetables, and I'll make some extra
thick mince pies"
Louise tapped the table thoughtfully.
Il know, mother dear, you're the
best cook in the world, but-don't you
think it would be nice to have some
little extras like-well-like the girls
had tonight?"
Bless my SOUL" remarked Mrs.
Doyle, wiping her glasses anxiously,
when Louise left the room. Whatever
does she want. I'm sure"
Never mind what she wants, she's
going to have it," growled Mr.. Doyle,
in unconcealed triumph. That's the
first ray of sense she's shown since
Georges been coming here. Let her
buy what she wants for Sunday"
In fulfilment of this injunction, he
pressed ton-dollar bill into his daugh-
ter's hand. bidding her spend 1t for
anything she liked Tor the momentous
occasion. An when the two young
people had retired to the parlor, after
dinner IN Sunday. and he was ex-
uberantly wiping the dishes for his
wife, he remarked:
We'll, Minerva, that dinner'll do
one Of two things for George Shaw.
It'll either kill him or make him pro-
pose"
81 declare, John Doyle, l believe
you've gone daft on the subject of
marrying off Louise. But | must say
that do feel bit squesmish myself
after these iced oysters
The next morning after breakfast
Louise fingered over the task of tying
her veil and rebuitoned her gloves ner-
vously. Finally she crossed abruptly
to her mothers side and rested one
hand caressingly on the gray hairs.
sMothar I p1iase y0uill taye IN tpach