The Republican journal., 1902-08-28

young women who lived in true Bohe-
milan fashion, in two rooms with bath.
She came home animated and gossipy.
ooh, MOTHER" she exclaimed, as she
folded her new veil with thrifty care.
ITS the dearest little den. The parlor
couches are their beds at night. and in
side there's place for their gowns.
And such a cute dinner-with fern in
the middle of the table and everything
SO easy to get-canned soup, fried
chicken and salad and things from the
delicatessen 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 a
history"
Mrs. Doyle patted the two slender
hands that stole round her neck.
1--WE had a good dinner, too, dearle,
roly-poly pudding with strawberry
jam"
Not straw berry jam, sighed Louise,
Naughty mother, not to wait till at
night when ! was home. I've been
thinking that when Mr.. Shaw came
Sunday we might have something out
occasion" This with a sly look at her
father
TO be sure responded Mrs Doyle
heartily. The poor fellow has board
ed ever since he came to town. No
| doubt he'll enjoy some good home cook
ing. Wen have fine roast of beef
with both kinds of potatoes, celery and
vegetables, and III make some extra
thick mince pies
Louise tapped the table thoughttully
II know. mother dear, you re the best
cook in the world, but-don' you think
/ it would be nice to have some little eX-
| tras like Well-like the girls had to
night?'
BLESS my SOUL" remarked Ms.
! Doyle, wiplng her glasses anXlouslN,
! when Louise left the room. "W hatever
does she want. I'm SUITE
Never mind what she wants, shes
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 fultilment of this injunction, he
pressed ten dollar bill into his daugh-
ters hand bidding her spend it tor any
| thing she liked for the momentous
occasion. And when the two young
people had retired to the parlor. after
dinner on Sunday. and he was eXuber-
antly wiping the dishes for his wife. he
! remarked:
well, Minerva, that dinner'll do one
| of two things for George Shaw. it'll
| either kill him or make HIM propose"
Il declare, John Doyle, | believe
you've gone daft on the subject of
marrying off Louise. But | must say
! that do feel a bit squeamish myself
after these iced oysters
! The next morning after breakfast
! Louise fingered over the task of tying
/ her veil and rebuttoned her gloves ner-
vously. Finally she crossed abruptly
to her mothers side and rested one hand
caressingly on the gray hairs.
Mother, guess you'll have to teach
me how to roast beef your way. George
" MI Doyle started and his paper
fell to his knee. George never-never
mentioned the salad, nor the char
! lotte russo. nor anything | bought, but
he said your beef and pies made him
| think of his mother and-and when
We 60 to housekeeping We're to have
roast beef every Sunday
Mrs. Doyle wheeled round to clutch
at empty air. Ioitise had vanished and
! the front door swung to with a crash.
| We'll, John boyle, | hope you re
/ satisfied" She exclaimed, a suggestion
of tears III her voice
satisfied amt 10 name for IT, Mn
erva. Ii III had him made to order
/ couldn't have got a son-in-laW to suit
! me better, New York sun,