Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1902-10-01
JOHN DOYLE MATCHMAKER.


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tain and it's got to stand for most o
us. I don't see that there's such ;
rush about her settling down, She's do
ing WE'LL. Besides, how do you know
that Mr. Shaw wants herr"
WANT her!" roared Mr.. Doyle
"T'ho wouldn't want her? Amt sh'
| pretty? Amt she bright and up to tht
mark every time? Amt got faoney tt
leave? AnI amt she as cool as 6
cucumber, too, the INDEPENDENT MINK
A week after tRe Bernhardt episode
John Doyle came home fairly brim
nirs over with excitement.
What do you think? George ha:
bought an interest in the store. Had
tidy bit of money laid by when ht
came down here, and seeing this was 6
good opening, bought in. Everybody
around the store is tickled to death
Say, I 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 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
e bath. She came home animated and
gossipy.
''Oh, mother" she exclaimed, as she
folded her new veil with thrifty care
Its the dearest little den: The par;
lor couches are their beds at night, and
inside there's a place for their gowns
And such cute dinner-with a fern
in the middle of the table, and every
thing 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 HIS
tory!"
Mrs. Doyle patted the two slender
hands that stole round her neck.
awe had a good dinner, too, dearie,
roly-poly pudding with strawberry
jam
mot strawberry jam" sighed Louise,
Naughty mother, not to wait till a
night when l was home. I've been
thinking that when Mr.. Shaw came
Sunday we might have something out
of the ordinary, Just to celebrate the
OCCASION" This with 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 fine roast of beef with
both kinds Of potatoes, celery and
vegetables, and I'll make some extra
thick mince pies. . s',;is ,. So.
Louise tapped the table thoughtiully.
81 know, mother dear, you're the
best Geek 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" rema1::.:,d Mrs.
Doyles 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 fulflment Of this injunction, he
pressed ten-dollar bill into his daugh-
ters hand, bidding her spend it for
anything snc liked Tor the momentous
occasion. An when the two young
people had retired to the parlor, after
dinner On Sunday. and he was ex-
uberantly wiping the dishes for his
wife, he remarked:
"Wsll, Minerva, that dinner'll dc
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 l must say
that l DO feel bit sqneamish 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 earessingly on the gray hair
Mother, guess you'll have to ,:+
me how to roast beef your way: CD
-" Mr.. Doyle started and his
fell to his knee. George never-rx
mentioned the salad, nor the
Iotte russo, nor anything l bought M
he saiu your beef and pies made
think OF his mother-and-and
we go to housekeeping we're to
roast beef every Sunday"
Mrs. Doyle wheeled round to cl
at empty air. Louise had vanished
the front door swung to with cr5
"Well John Doyle, l hope you're #
ished!' she exclaimed, a suggested
tears in her voice. ls3s
Satisfied amt no name for it, (:
erva. If I'd had him made to ord
couldn't have got arson-in-law to 5$
me beuLer. New York Sun.