The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1902-11-25

tered. THE little thing has got to
be befriended somehow, or Bubby or
Chubby or Whatever His-Name will
have TO eat his birthday cake with
out any frosting. Neveri" He over
took her in the waiting-room. l beg
your pardon" he said; II don't want
to bore you, but if you'd accept the
loan of a mileage book-I don't need
mine. It's in my-er, that isl
mean-oh, say, you'll take it, won't
your" he burst out, boyishly. The
Little Gray Nun was vanquished. The
dimples trooped back again.
"But we haven't been introduced,
she murmured. Glow could /? We
don't even know each Others names"
Sure" he said gloomily. He had
not thought of that. "But there
ought to be a way--let's get the de-
pot nanny to do it. Tell her who
we are, you know. Mammies are al
ways ready to ACCOMMODATES"
The Little Gray Nuns laughing
eyes followed his to the comfortable,
black face Of the fat Aunt Chloe
across the room.
''It would be fun" she cried, but
instantly she was grave and proper
again. IF we had a mutual friend"
''rhe mammy's a friend of every
bod"
"But l don't know q soul in this
city except Cousin Althea."
Jones or-er Pettengill?" the
Young man said, eagerly. Il know
Joneses and Pettingills to burn"
The Little Gray Nuns dignity had
again come back. She drew away a
tiny space. smith," she said, prina-
ly, "Cousin Althea Smith. l should
go right up to her house if it wasn't
for Chubby" He laughed aloud in
his relief.
"oh, / know Smiths!" he cried.
slathers-sr, mean quantities Of
'em"
Il am not aware that you have
the honor of knowing my Smith,"
she responded, crisply. 1t did not
look promising. The Young Man had
mind to give it up. But the Little
Gray Nun needed championing. and
then there was Chubby always
Chubby. He's the only little nephew
I've got in the world" murmured the
Little Gray Nun, as if in answer to
his thought "And he'll never be
six years old again if he lives a hum
bred yearsl"
Nephew-nephew? Had he heard
Alright? The Young Man felt the ro-
nance of things in his grasp again.
If Chubby was nephew, Heaven
bless himl--then what were OBJ
staclesP A sudden inspiration was
born in the Young Mans brain. He
motioned toward a seat near by.
won't you sit DOWN." he said.
And would you mind naming over
some of your friends at homer" He
did not realize that he did not know
her own name yet, or the name of
''home."
AT home?-in Bu'tonwood, you
mean? Oh, there grandfather and
Uncle Joe and Uncle Sam"
"Their last names, l mean. Brown
or Robinson or So-and-so, you know"
why, of course! What stupid"
She ran over a list of surnames rapid
ly, He caught at one as at straw.
Scott. Bradley" he cried.
'Yes, James Bradley"
"Broker?"
"Well, he was. He's broken now,
poor man! He stays right at home"
Telephone connections"
''In his house, you mean2 Why,
ye-es-yes, know there is"
Then we're all right. Wen get Mr..
j. Bradley Scott to introduce us. he
used to be Jonathan to my fathers
David. De you mind coming over to
the central office? Just across the
street?"
Buttonwood was called up. Then
Mr.. j. Bradley Scott.
"Hellol That you, Uncle Brad?
Know my voice? What? Yes, sir,
same old sixpence! Yes, Berlin--last
steamer. Dad? He's all right. What?
No, not professorship, unless you've
got one up your sleeve for me-But,
Uncle Brad, l sayl There's young
lady here waiting to speak to you.
'ohS wants W ne introduced To me
oh, l mean l want to be introduced to |
ler, you know. We've got to be in
and you're the man to do it.
She's going TO speak now"
"Hellol" called the Little Gray Nun,
clearly. "Do you know me, Mr.. Scott?
Not Dolly2 Then I'll never speak to
you again--oh, you do know me?
Well, I'm on my way home, you know
you haven't seen Chubby to-day,
have you? It's his birthday What?
years old. I've got to
get home to frost the cake, and I've
lost my pocketbook. There's love-
y young m-oh, | mean there's a
young man here who wants to lend !
ne his mileage, but we haven't been
Its dreadful scrape, for
here's Chubby's cake, you know.
What? Both of us stand up here?"
She motioned to the Young Man.
Well, we're here. Oh, yes, l can hear
you--Yes. Yes, he says he can, too"
They stood there an instant to-
yether, while across ~ miles Mr.. j.
Bradley Scott introduced them. Both
laces were grave, but all four eyes
we're dancing. At the proper time and
n the proper way they touched fin