Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1902-09-15

TeJfSallnS form, ne turned TO MS Wlle:
well, that beats me! I'll bet George
paid every cent of $25 for those two
seats, and she takes it as cool as if she
was used to such treats every night
in the week. l 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 a
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 a
tidy bit of money laid by when he
came down here, and seeing this was a
good opening, bought in. Everybody
around the store is tickled to DEATH
Say, | 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 place for their gowns.
And such a 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
deiicatessen 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.
I'VE had good dinner, too, dearie,
roly-poly pudding with strawberry
jam"
Not strawberry jam" sighed Louise,
Naughty mother, not to wait till a
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 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 a tIne 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.
81 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 llke-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 a ten-dollar bill into his daugh-
ter's hand, bidding her spend it for
anything she 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:
"Wcll, Minerva, chat dinner'll do
one of two things for George Shaw
It'll either kill him or make him pro-
pose"
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
ner veil and rebuitoned 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
-" Mr.. Doyle started and his paper
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