Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1902-05-15

/ Chubby or Whatever His-Name will
have to eat his birthday cake with
out any frosting. Never!" He over.
took her - the waiting-room. l beg
your pardon" he said; Il 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, you1l take it, won't
you2" he burst out, boyishly. The
Little Gray Nun was vanquished. The
dimples trooped back again.
"But we haven't been introduced,
she murmured. How could I? We
don't even know each others names"
"Sure," he said gloomily. He had
not thought of that. "But there
ought to be way-let's get the de-
pot nanny 10 do ii. Tell her who
we are, you know. Mammies are al
ways ready to accommodate"
The Little Gray Nuns laughing
eyes followed his to the comfortable,
black face of the fat Aunt Chloe
across the room.
ut would be fun" she cried, but
instantly she was grave and proper
again. IF we had mutual friend
THE mammy's a friend of every
bod"
But l don't know a 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
tiny space. "Smith," she said, prim-
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, l know Smithsl" he cried.
slathers-er, I mean quantities of
'em."
II am not aware that you have |
the honor of knowing my Smith" |
she responded, crisply. 1t did not /
look promising. The Young Man had |
a mind To give it up. But the Little |
Gray Nun needed championing, and |
then there was Chubby IL always |
Chubby. Hes the only little nephew
I've got in the world" murmured the
Little Gray Nun, as IL in answer to
his thought. "And he'll never be
six years old again if he lives hun
dred years."
Nephew-nephew? Had he heard
Alright? The Young Man felt the ro-
nance of things in his grasp again.
If Chubby was a nephew, Heaven
bless him!-then what were OBJ
stacles? A sudden inspiration was
born in the Young Mans brain. He
notioned toward seat near by.
Won't you sit DOWN." he said.
And would you mind naming over
some of your friends at homer" He
lid not realize that he did not know
Ter own name yet, or the name of
home"
AT home?-in Buitonwood, you
mean? Oh, tLere S grandfather and
Jncle Joe and Uncle Sam"
Their last names, l mean. Brown
,r Robinson or So-and-so, you know"
"Why, of counsel What a stupid"
he ran over a list of surnames rapid
y. He caught at lie as at a straw.
Scott. Bradley" he cried.
Eyes, James Bradley"
"Broker?'
"Wen, he was. He's broken now,
DOR man! He stays right at home"
Telephone connections"
I'm his house, you mean? Why, a..
.e-es-yes, know there is"
Then we're all right. Wen get Mr..
. Bradley Scott to introduce us. He
Ised to be Jonathan to my fathers
David. De you mind coming over to
he central office? just across the
treet?"
Buttonwood was called up. Then
lr. j. Bradley Scott.
Hello! That you, Uncle Brad?
know my voice? What? Yes, sir,
anne old sixpence! Yes, Berlin--last
teamer. Dad? He's all right. What?
10, not a professorship, unless you've
OF one up your sleeve for me-But, ,
-ncle Brad, say! There's a young
idy here waiting TO speak to you.
he wants to be introduced to me
h, l mean l want to be introduced to /.
er, you know. We've got to be in
reduced, and you're the man to do it.
he's going to speak now"
"Hello!" called the Little Gray Nun,
learly. do you know me, Mr.. Scott? :.
lot Dolly? Then I'll never speak to
GU again-oh, you do know me?
Veil, I'm on my way home, you know
you haven't seen Chubby to-day, i.
ave you? Its his birthday. What?
years old. I've got TO ,,
ct home to frost the cake, and I've
,st my pocketbook. There's a love-
Z young m-oh, l mean there's a
Dung man here who wants to lend
lie his mileage, but we haven't been
It's dreadful scrape, for
here's Chubby's cake, you know.
hat? Both of us stand up. here? ?" a
he motioned to the Young Man. '
Well, we're here. Oh, yes, l can hear I
Yes, he says he can, too" a