The Minneapolis journal., 1903-04-29

OF -flOuSenOld Melodies ana the former
with its perforated paper reprer-
tory of The Worlds Best Music rang
| ing without prejudice from Beethoven's
Fifth Symphony to 7 Never Did Like
| Niger Nohow,' by a composer who shall
be unnamed on this page.*$ y. u.s.
| And Uncle Peter: wont have any one
to bother him whom lie makes a litter
with all those &old plans and estimates
! and mays Of his said Psyche; you'll be
able to do. a lot more work, Uncle Peter,
| this winter ! }-~r.-~ '..
Yes, only amt got any more work
to do thanI ever had. and always man
aged to do that, no matter how you did
| clean up after me and mix up my papers.
I'm like old Niger Pomeroy. He was
doin' job of whitewashin' one day, and
he had an old whitewash brush with
most Of the hair gone out of it. | says to
him, Pomeroy. why don't YOU get you a
| new brush? you could do twice as much
work. And Pomeroy says, That's right,
| Mr.. :Bines. but the trouble is amt got
twice. as, much work to do So don't you
folks get out on my account he con-
cuded, politely.
| And you know we shall be in mourn
| ing" said Psyche to her brother.
| i've thought Of that. We can't do any
entertaining. except very informally; but,
then. you know, there aren't many peo
| pie that have us on their lists, and while
| VIC le' heeplIlS QuleL we Sndn nave d
chance to get acquainted a little"
| II hear they do have dreadful times
with help in New York" said Mrs. Bines.
Don't let that bother you, ma her son
reassured her. Wen go to the High
| tower Hotel, first. You remember you
and pa were there when it first opened.
| It's twice as large now, and well take
suite, have our meals served privately,
| our own servants provided by the hotel,
| a nd won't ha a thing tO
Well be snug there for the WINTER Then
| for the summer We'll go to Newport, and
when we come back from there well take
house. Meantime. after we've looked
| around a bit, we'll build, maybe up on
one of those fine corners cast of the
! Park
Il almost dread it, his mother re-
joined. Il never did see how they kept
| track of all the help in that hotel. and
! if it's twice as monstrous now. however
do they do it-ard have the beds all made
| every day and the meals always on
| time?"
And you can get meals there" said
! Percival:
i've been needing a broled lobster all
| summer-ard now the oysters will be due
fine fat Buzzard's bays-and oyster
! crabs
He amt been able to touch a morsel
out here observed Uncle Peter, with a
palpably false air of concern. Il got wor-
ried up about him, barely peckin' at
crunb or two
| II never could learn to eat those oy-
sters out of their Shells" Mrs. Bines con-
fessed. They taste so much Better out
Of the can. Once we had them raw and
| green crabs actually squirming. I was
going to send them back, but your pa
laughed and ate them himself-ate them
alive and licking"
i'r"And 'terrapi1!''- exclaimed Percival
with anticipatory relish. '' '"
. THAT terrapin stew does taste kind Of
good" his mother admitted, but, lands
sakes! it has so many little bits Of bones
! IN it I always get nervous eating it. 1t
makes me feel as II all my teeth was COM
| ing OUT
You'll soon learn all those things. ma
said her daUghter-"and not to talk to the
walters. and everything like that. She al
ways asks them how much they earn, and
If they have family. and how many chill
dren and if any of them are sick, you
know" she explained to Percival.
And, $, pose you amt much of a. hand
fur smokin' cigarettes. are you, MAJ: in
quired Uncle Peter. casually. 1.u
Me- exclaimed Mrs. Bines, in horror
Il never, smoked one Of the nasty little
things in my life.'
Son. said the old man to Perciva re-
proachfully, lis that any way to treat
your own mother? Here she's had all
| this summer to learn cigarette smokin
and you amt put her at it--all that time
wasted. when you know she's got to learn.
Get her one now so she can light up
l. "Why, Uncle Peter Bines how absurd!'
exclaimed his granddaughter. -
WELL them ladies smoked the other
day, and they was some of the reg'ler
original van Vanvans. You don't want
your poor ma KEEP out Of the game do
you? Coin to let her set around and toy
with the coppers. Or maybe keep cases
now and then, are you? Or. you goin' to
get her stack Of every color and let her
|play with you? Pish, now, havin' been
to Frisco seminary-she can pick it up,
prob'fy in no time; but ma ought to have
practice here at home. so she can find out
what brand she likes best. Now. Marthy,
them Turkish cigarettes, In a nice silver
box with some naked ladies painted on the
outside, and your own monogram M B.
in gold letters on every cigarette
Don't let him scare you ma Percival
interrupted. you'll get into the game all
right. and I'll see that you have a good
time 49,.
"Only hope the First NJ E. church of
Montana City never hears of her out
rageous cuttin' 's-up,'' said Uncle Peter, as
if to himself. "They'd have her up and
church her. sure-smokin' cigarettes with
her gold monogram on. at her age!"
And of course we must go to the Epis-
copal church there said Psyche. II think
those Episcopal ministers are just the
smartest looking men ever. So swell look
ing. and anyway it's the only church the
right sort of people go to. We must be
awfully high church, too. It's the very
best way to, know nice people,
= " S pose If every day'd be Sunday by.
and-bye, like the old song says. it'd be
easier fur you. wouldn't it?'' asked the
old man. you and Petite would be 4O1
and 402 in jest no time at all.' i. a..
Uncle Peter continued to be perversely
7 frivolous about the most exclusive metro.
politan society in the world But Uncle
past his generation. and the young people
made generous allowance for his infirmi
ties. - -. X =
"Only there's one thing said his siste1
to Percival, when later they were alone
I'VE must be careful about ma; she will
persist In making such dreadful breaks
in spite of everything T can do. In Sal
Francisco last June, just before we wen
to Steaming Springs, there was one no
day, and of course everybody was, com
planning. Mrs. Beale remarked that
wasn't the heat that bothered us so, bu
the humidity 1t was SO damp you know
Ma spoke right up so everybody coul
hear her, and said Yes; isn't the humidit.
dreadful? Why, it's just running off m
from every. pore!' .
Go be continued to-morrow.)
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A woman who Is weak, nervous an,
sleepless. and who has cold hands an
feet cannot feel and act like a we'll per