Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1902-10-09
By CECILY ALLEN
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Copyright, 1901, by
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tive fashion, fat in positive way and
forty, decidedly so. She presided over
the culinary department of ia Otis
street in a manner so capable that her
boarders regarded her in the light of a
genius and spoke with scorn of bach
elor apartments and furnished fats.
Her name is irrelevant and inmate
rial
Her daughter was fair positively, fat
negatively and at least twenty years
on the right side of forty. She pre-
sided with admirable tact over the long
table in the dining room, dispensing
the culinary triumphs of her mother.
Her name was Kathleen.
Dangler, who held post in the M. 4.
and A. freight offices and went in for
athletics, was in love with Kathleen
and invested in a tandem on the IN,
stallment plan. Seward, fioorwalker
in the silk department of "The FAN"
had similar cardiac aff1iction and
showered the object of his affection
with the latest editions from the book
department, purchased at the CUSTOM
ary discount allowed clerks at "The
Fair
The situation was rapidly becoming
tense and betting on the outcome
among the remainder and less inter
ested quota of bOarders was about
even when jim appeared on the scene.
He arrived in the dining room one
night, doing in. DANGERS arms. ses
''Miss Kathleen" remarked the atm.
letic your man in his most confident
tone, II know you won't turn this poor
doggie out to Craze on concrete and
asphalt. 1 came up with him wander
ing disconsolately in the freightyards.
I'll wager he's somebody's pet. He's
so slick and well fed His owner. will
probably turn up in the Lost and
Found column tomorrow" IS
Miss Kathleen promptly relieved Dan
gler Of his burden and petted the i'm
passive animal as only a woman can.
This plainly annoyed Seward, and as
DANGER rushed off to prepare for din
ner his rival glared unreasonably at
his unoffending soup plate. !
But it was the, little woman who
taught a sewing class at the settle
ment, read Thomas a Kempis anC alb
horred Sunday newspapers who dis
covered the ad. in the Evening Herald:
LOST--A pug dog, answering to the
name of Jim; fat and slightly asthmatic;
finder treat him kindly, as he is an old
family pet; liberal reward. Marsden, 1701
Green street Telephone 1854.
AS she finished reading seventeen
voices simultaneously exclaimed "Jim!'
and the pug, now comfortably en-
sconced on the ruff1e of Kathleen's
gown, uncurled himself, licked his
chops suggestively and wheezed asth-
matically.
Dangler shot a triumphant look at
Seward and remarked: #
'I tell you what, Miss Kathleen I'll
telephone old Marsden right after din
ner, and when he comes after the pup
you claim the reward. Marsden's rich,
and it ought to be worth couple
pounds of candy anyhow" A
Half an hour later Dangler returned
from the telephone booth in triumph,
Most of the boarders were either in the
parlor or chatting in the dim entry.
"Say, folks. maybe you think the old
gentleman wasn't tickled! Said he
couldn't come down tonight and
wouldn't trust one of the servants, so
would we keep Jim till tomorrow morn
ing. He'll surely be here by 10. And,
by the way, Miss Kathleen, he says
the pups getting old, and if he doesn't
have a pillow to sleep on he'll-he'll
snore And he can't eat meat unless
it's cut very fine.'
Kathleen, with visions of candy
dancing before her pretty eyes, car
ally prepared delectable supper for
the weary canine, after which the an
tidote for snoring was speedily pro-
duced a 81
That was Saturday night. 1t was
remarkable how prompt the boarders
all were for Sunday morning break
fast. Seward, who seldom appeared
until noon, was first at the table, calm,
cool and pale, in a satin quilted smok-
ing jacket. Miss Ainsley, the lady re-
porter, who worked until heathenish
hour each Saturday night, was next.
In fact, every one seemed on 4tiptoe
with curiosity, though Jim and the
reward were never mentioned during
the breakfast hour.
1t was singular, too, how the board
ers, who usually spent Sunday morn
ing in their rooms, fingered in the par
lor. Seward, holding the morning pa
per at a most peculiar angle, held the
point of vantage in the bay window.
The little woman who went in for set
Element work clasped her prayer book
nervously and wondered if 'he' would
come before time for her to start for
church. Dangler got no further in his
preparations for his usual morning
spin awheel than to don his snowy
white sweater with glowing crimson
bands. Conversation languished.
Suddenly Seward dropped the paper
and exclaimed:
SfJoro no 0On1pcf'